When The Rain Falls - Book 1 - N, Y. (best books to read for success TXT) 📗

house as soon as she heard from Paris.

 

I remember the big mansion and the view of the buildings and the streets of Paris. 

 

Me and my mom would walk the streets and look at how people dressed to determine what she wanted to design every so often.

 

 

Life was going great and dad especially made good money there, selling and painting on the streets up until fashion week in Paris.

 

That's when something went wrong and mom came home angry, after finding out I sneaked in to watch her models walk down the runway. So that I could see what she designed.

 

 

From then on, my mom never smiled or looked at me the same again.

 

My dad walks in my room suddenly. ''What’s wrong Elle?"

 

''Nothing." I mumbled.

 

'"You know I’ve always wondered why great minds think alike, it's because they work together and become the best."

 

 

My head shifts to look at him, I smile for a second.

 

My stomach drops for a minute. Dad's eyes looked different in the mellow dim room of mine.

 

The same eyesight I recognized back in Paris, he did it to a lot of women.

 

I didn't even know that I remembered.

 

 

I just don't know how many he did it to.

 

 

My heart begins to beat faster. Even at my age it feels weird to accept the fact my dad did a lot of bad things.

 

 

Dad looked at me a certain way I never saw him look before. I’ve never seen him give that look to mom or anyone else in a long time.

 

And at that moment, I realized what happened long ago to a woman my dad was seeing behind my mom’s back.

 

He did something that I overheard when we moved to Rosewood a month after the big fight in Paris, or as I say The Paris Treaty.

 

 

I named it that for a reason because my parents never talked to each other the same again, like they signed a reverse treaty and they would never get back together.

 

 

After the fight and quiet flight back to New York 3 days later, all things were quiet between me and my mom.

 

We never talked about Paris.

 

 

We later moved to Rosewood, where I grew up in my teen years and part of my childhood left in misery.

 

My mom said it will be great when we moved.

 

Dad would find a job other than painting and possibly move out after what he did.

 

 

Although I didn't want dad to leave.

 

Eventually mom and dad had been fighting over custody of me after just a few months living in rosewood.

 

 

The judge hadn't come up with anything for the terrible mess they made fighting over me. It was never solved. Mom and dad agreed to stay quiet and live under the same room, but when I turned 18, he'd have to leave.

 

And I, get to stick with mom until I decide to move out.

 

 

Currently dad's in the lead against mom with their agreements on what's left to each other before they officially part.

 

 

Somehow, I knew it would come to this day.

 

His eyes grew with shock and worry suddenly, I slowly get up.

 

He moves closer to touch me. I flinch at his hand motion.

 

 

Who knows what can happen if you don't think right.

 

As soon as he laid a finger on me, I stand straight and quickly ran downstairs.

 

From before, dad met my mom and the beginning of the big fight, my dad often fondled women.

 

Women he didn't know, women he just met. And a certian women he fell in love with in Paris.

 

 

I don’t know how. I didn’t notice for a long time after my dad came out about it and my mom told my dad to never touch me in any way.

 

I never saw anything bad about him, but it's one of the reasons why mom told me to keep a distant relationship with him.

 

 

I ran up and down all around the house thinking. How could I be the next target, why me?

 

He has all these women to touch and he comes for me next. I'm sad, broken and disappointed.

 

 

I could tell by the way he was yelling as he tried to stop me, he wanted to apologize.

 

I felt hurt that he wanted to make things right again and I'm dragging him from that happiness.

 

 

When I made a stop in the kitchen to catch my breath, dad explained how he didn’t mean to do anything to make me feel uncomfortable in anyway.

 

But I knew he went back to his old ways, but not again. And not with me this time.

 

 

''Elle please don't, I love you as my daughter and I'll never hurt you. Now come here and give me a hug to show you, it's alright."

 

His voice didn't sound convincing.

 

 

His hands motion for me to come to him. I stay crouched near the dinner table. My eyes went to the set of knives just ahead.

 

 

I grabbed a knife off the kitchen table and make my way slowly to the living room, where dad told me to calm down and talk it out with him.

 

He also promised not to touch me or look at me that way again.

 

But I didn't believe it.

 

He was telling the truth, I almost believed him for a second. But I didn’t trust him.

 

I ran upstairs and he followed.

 

 

As soon as I was in mom and dad’s room, I paused to breathe because we only have a certain amount of space in our house and it's very small.

 

We only have two rooms.

 

 

My parents still shared their room.

 

As soon as dad got a hold of me, but before he could lay a finger, I thrusted the knife to the side to jab but he dodged.

 

 

I was so mad, I had anger inside of me that grew even bigger every time my dad apologized. And every word hurt more and more.

 

But finally when my dad said those 3 words, which everyone in the world would want to here.

 

''I love you.''

 

Part of me wanted to believe him, but I didn’t and I forcefully stabbed my dad right in the side towards his stomach.

 

 

At that moment when I saw my dad look at me in concern and fear in his eyes, I knew I did something terrible that I could go to jail for.

 

I, Elle Woods could probably kill my dad.

 

 

After looking at his quivering body fall to the floor. I watched in horror as he grasped for his last breath. I didn't know where I hit him or how it got him down to teh ground so quickly.

 

 

But I knew that after several mintues, he stopped moving. I wiped my nose and dragged his body onto the bed with all my force.

 

I went to the bedside and strugged to write a letter in his handwriting for my mom. My hands were shaking as I restarted the first word.

 

 

"Dear Claire, I’ve done something bad which led to me remembering what I did back in Paris. Just 2 months ago, I broke that rule. So I killed myself for our daughter's sake. You’ve been a great mother and wife to me and Elle, I wish the best in her future and I also wanted to apologize for thinking that leaving you would be the best mistake I ever made. Because I still want to be with you, even if it means getting help and getting myself under control. I know you think i’m a creep for coming out about doing what I did and cheating on you with someone in Paris. But, truly i'm sorry. When we moved to Paris, you started working late hours and we rarely spent time together. My guess is that led to me cheating. But over the years, i've inspired our daughter in so many ways that she’s only seen a true parenting’s eye through me and I wish she would have that connection with you. Like she always did, but I’m sorry for the years of forgetting you're the most important person i've ever met and known in my whole life, I Love You."

Sincerely Henry. 

 

 

It was the hardest thing I had to write in my entire life and I had to stop myself from crying every time I mentioned mom in the note.

 

It's all for me and my mom. Tears stream down my face as I wrapped up the note.

 

I didn’t mean to hurt him, I just wanted to end those bad things he had done, once and for all. Before he went after me like the other girls back in Paris. I overheard it dad say it when I tried to eavesdrop on the big fight many years ago.

 

 

After leaving the letter on the table in the room, I thought to myself.

 

I have to do something i’ve always wanted to do and it’s officially time.

 

Now.

 

 

I quickly ran to my room, gathered up all of my stuff, some of mom’s jewelry and dad’s paint brushes as a reminder.

 

I’ll come back and remember the good memories i’ve experienced with them.

 

I pack mom and dad’s stuff into small bags and also my prized possessions.

 

 

I thought i’d never have to do it, even though I dreamed of it. But i'm gonna make it happen.

 

After taking almost all of my belongings with me and all the good food in the fridge, I pack everything into my cruiser bike.

 

 

I say goodbye to my house for the last time and say goodbye to my dad. And out the front door I went.

 

I didn’t even bother to say bye to mom or leave a message for her phone, I left in such a hurry.

 

 

I'll be long gone in New York before anyone finds out I killed my dad.

 

The afternoon turned into a blurry rainy trip, as I roll through the streets with my cruiser bike and my helmet secure on my head.

 

I looked up at the sky above me.

 

 

I looked over at the pond I went to every spring, to watch the water flow when the cherry blossoms grown there fall down.

 

I look at Rosewood for the last time and drive faster like i'm escaping from here. I finally stop a couple miles at Renchenni’s.

 

 

A small fancy bakery on the side of the road. Not in a plaza, like other stores..

 

I make my way inside and greet to Renchenni.

 

 

"Hey Renchenni, how have you been?"

 

"I’m good, running a bakery like always. Where are you going today? I see your cruiser outside, going somewhere quiet?"

 

I reply, hesitantly.

 

"Yes, just somewhere to think and let my mind wonder like usual."

 

He smiles at me like an old man with a cheery heart and wrinkled lines under his eyes.

 

 

I look at some of the choices and pastries to buy.

 

"I think i’ll take 4 croissants, 1 cherry pie, 9 sugar cookies and 2 white bread sticks please."

 

He looks at me like crazy.

 

 

"Packing up some food for the road aren’t ya."

 

"Yep."

 

Picinic, say it's a picnic dummy.

 

 

Renchenni looks at me like I have something to tell.

 

"What?" I say.

 

 

"Tell me are you really going somewhere to think or are you going out of town?"

 

I couldn’t stand to lie in front of Renchenni’s face, but I couldn’t hold it any longer. I looked around then whispered in Renchenni’s ear.

 

"I’m going out of town, to Paris. Can you keep it a secret from my mom?"

 

He looks around to make sure no one was listening.

 

 ''Of course Renchenni never tells a soul."

 

 

I looked at Renchenni and smiled. I knew he could keep a secret.

 

I took my order in a big bag and head out the door, turning back to look at Renchenni.

 

"Good luck and have fun." he yells.

 

 

I say my last and final goodbye to Renchenni.

 

 

Leaving Rosewood was one of the most uncontrolling feelings i've had. But i’m doing this for my mom, dad and me.

 

To see that I can be on my own and retrace my way back to Paris.

 

Which was the last place i've ever felt happy.

 

 

I can’t wait to go home to Paris, where some of my oldest dreams live and where excitement breaths. Paris was pretty much the only dream home I ever had except for New York.

 

New York was always my home, but not like Paris.

 

 

I definitely can’t wait to see my home again and experience new things like before.

 

Where my dreams live