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

same time.

 

''Hi!'' she responds with a smile and says something in Spanish.

 

''Hola, mi nombre es carla agradable para satisfacer you two.''

 

 

Theodore and Jacob stood there clueless and they both gave me a look to respond.

 

What Carla said was 'Hi, my name is Carla nice to meet you'

 

I reply.

 

''Encantado de conocerte Carla, espero que su estancia sea acogedora.''

 

 

Jacob looks at me, like he’s never seen a girl look so beautiful speaking a foreign language before and he replies to Carla with a smile after turning away from me.

 

 

Theodore stood there with a surprised look at me, then Carla.

 

''I know a little Spanish from my past.'' I say.

 

Carla looks at me impressed and I walk with her to the living room.

 

 

Still surprised, Theodore and Jacob watch me walk Carla into the living room. Theodore ran to the in door library we had and Jacob went to the computer.

 

I’ve never seen guys run so fast to learn another language before, it must be my lucky day.

 

 

Several hours later, after talking with Carla she told me so much about her life and how her family’s in Venezuela now and she even taught me how to clean a granite table properly.

 

 

''Mr. Theodore you don’t have to speak Spanish, I speak english fluently.'' Carla says aloud, so everyone can hear.

 

 

Surprised Theodore lets out a breath of relief.

 

I walk into the kitchen from the living room, where I see Jacob studying.

 

''You're studying?''

 

 

He looks up. ''Yeah, I have an assignment that needs to be done.''

 

I give him a look.

 

 

''It’s only the first day of school and you're doing work, wow I have nothing to do in my classes…maybe?''

 

Jacob laughs at my frustrated face. He closes his textbook.

 

 

''I’m going upstairs wanna come?'' he asks.

 

I pause. ''How do you mean?''

 

 

He smiles then answers.

 

''Want to see my room?'' 

 

I give Jacob a weird look than nod. I knew that in my mind it would be a bad thing, but not really. 

 

 

''Come in. Welcome to my humble abode.''

 

 

Seeing Jacob’s room for the first time was a dream.

 

His room looked so clean, not like how a boy's room looks like in the movies.

 

 

Being an only child doesn’t stink, but knowing that a boy can keep his room like this was a surprise.

 

I look at the statues he had on a shelf.

 

 

On a counter, I spot a picture of him when he was probably younger and a woman by his side.

 

''Is that you when your were younger?''

 

He replies. ''Yeah.''

 

I ask. ''And the woman beside you?''

 

 

''My mom, that was before she met her boyfriend and everything changed.''

 

 

 I look up at him.

 

''I know how you feel, everything changed for me when...'' I pause then ask something else. ''Jacob can you promise to keep a secret and not tell a soul?''

 

 

I look around to make sure no one was listening.

 

''Tonight, meet me in my room after night call, I have something to tell you.'' 

 

He nods and smiles.

 

--

 

Later that day we ate dinner and at the dinner table we had Carla join us.

 

We talked up a good storm. Carla taught us how speak her language and I taught Jacob to how pronounce words in Spanish.

 

 

As usual, Theodore eats before we do and goes to his quiet room.

 

And after dinner, we were stuffed and made our way to the living room, where Carla played games with us.

 

 

 

Later that night, I took a shower and cleaned up my room. Which was messy.

 

When Theodore called us on the intercom, saying that it was time to sleep, by then I knew it was night call.

 

10 minutes after Theodore came to check on me and Jacob, he left downstairs.

 

 

I gave Jacob the signal to creep over to my room.

 

He makes it over without anyone knowing. He sits quietly on my bed.

 

There was silence for a moment, then I spoke.

 

 

''So like I said earlier, I wanted to tell you something. And just to let you know, i’m talking to you about my past and present.''

 

He nods his head

 

 

''My parents were young and in love when I was born. They took care of each other and me. All life was good. We went to many places all around New York, my home. It was a great experience for about 5 years, and I learned so much from my dad.''

 

 

 I pause almost crying at the thought, feeling saddened and continue.

 

''My dad was a great man, he had a huge belief in what people wanted to do, if it was their dream. And he always believed in me. My mom, got the call that her fashion line could be in Paris and she could be the next top fashion designer, of course that was back then when she had an awesome job."

 

"Now she’s recovering from anger management and she’s an accountant in Rosewood.''

 

Jacob stops me. ''Wait did you say Rosewood?''

 

''Yeah.'' I answer.

 

He asks. ''Rosewood, Georgia right?''

 

''Yeah.'' I reply.

 

''That means we're from Georgia. I lived in Georgia with my mom before New York and London.''

 

 

I continued after.

 

''Anyways, after leaving New York where I grew up for most of my childhood, my parents and I left for Paris. I was excited. A new country and a chance to make new friends. I've never really made any friends in my life, except when I was in Paris. I had one there.''

 

 

Jacob looks at me the way he always does, when he knows i’m not saying anything and I feel a certain way.

 

''Life, changed so much after a big event in Paris.''

 

''What’?" he asks.

 

''I’ll tell you tomorrow. But for now i’m gonna leave it at the start of Paris, good night.''

 

 

Jacob leaves confused but concerned.

 

I close the door after he leaves to his room.

 

 

Later that night, I sneaked back downstairs to the kitchen to make a PB&J Sandwich, get cookies, and carrots with the ranch this time.

 

I quickly pack everything in a bag and before I knew it, someone was coming up from across the hall in the living room.

 

I run upstairs unnoticed, then quickly go in my room to hide under the covers with my food.

 

 

I peak out my door after a minute or so and look at a mirror across my hall. From my room, I see Carla walk from the kitchen to her room which was near the living room.

 

 

I was scared for life.

 

--

 

About a month had gone by. And i’ve already gotten to know Carla, Jacob and Theodore.

 

I told Jacob about The Paris Treaty incident and he was surprised, but I haven’t told him about the 'decision' that happened in Rosewood.

 

I think it would be best if I didn’t tell him at all. Just keep it a secret from everyone, for their safe keeping.

 

 

But of all days, other than today, I decided to go for a walk in search of a job that might make me good money. It's so I can start saving up for my trip to Paris.

 

I decided to start while I can.

 

 

I found a cute little photoshoot place down by the malls. It was small but spacious and good enough to start a job there.

 

 

After having an interview with the owner and manager of the place, I got a job stacking up boxes and picking out dresses for photoshoots.

 

And being in the photo’s with my boss was amazing too from time to time. My boss who is older than me can act as young.

 

 

Me and Ms. Duboni have spent a large amount of time together since I got the job. Shopping, eating out, pictures and photoshoots. And meeting new people off the streets.

 

 

She made me feel like I can do anything as long as I believe in myself and that lead to me working as the new assistant manager at Duboni’s.

 

One of the best things that have ever happened to me. Especially spending time with Jacob.

 

 

We've discovered and got to know one another and 3 weeks after my birthday, he got me a necklace which I still wear currently.

 

It's one of the best gifts ever given to me.

 

I’m loving London and the people in it, I could almost never go back to Rosewood again.

 

Chapter Four: Rosewood Again

 

Claire (Elle's Mom) P.O.V

 

 

''Oh my god!!'' I pause in mid air. ''Henry?! Henry?!…Henry?!!!''

 

I scream as the ambulance men pulls him into the truck.

 

 

''911 what’s your emergency?'' says the speaker

 

''Yes i’m calling my…'' I pause then look over to Henry.

 

''My husband is dead, I just came home today and I saw an ambulance outside my house. I don't know what happened, i've been gone for one day! And I don't where my daughter is.''

 

I took in a deep breath.

 

''Ma’am is he breathing?'' the caller says.

 

 

I stare at the phone for a moment before answering.

 

''Did you hear what I said, I got home and I find my husband covered up, being pulled into an ambulance truck!''

 

''Calm down ma'am, what’s your address?''

 

''It’s 4321 N. Lilac Street, The name is Claire Woods.''

 

 

After seeing my husband…ex-husband get rolled away to the hospital and then to the grave, I was so upset. I didn’t get to say goodbye or say that I still love him after all these years.

 

One of my friends, was lucky enough to make it and comfort me today at the funeral.

 

I heard her footsteps.

 

 

''I’m so sorry Claire, I know you still love him.''

 

 

I look at Henry being pulled down to the earth. 

 

She said worried. ''I wish Elle were here to see her dad for the last time.''

 

I looked up and realized Elle wasn’t here.

 

 

I didn't see her near the house or anywhere else.

 

 

''Elle. Where is Elle? She didn’t show for the funeral or is she helping at the Rosewood synergy again? I’ll find her and tell the news.'' I say.

 

Looking for Elle was a big problem. She always hides in the best places where she can’t be found.

 

''Where is she?''

 

 

I hear from the distance, my friend Chrissy, call my name after I searched around the graveyard and the sidewalk.

 

''Claire I heard from someone that Elle went back to Paris."

 

What?

 

I yell confused. ''Paris!!? No she couldn’t, she wouldn’t..."

 

 

"Chrissy, who told you where she went?" I said concerned now.

 

 

''I heard someone say Renchenni knew where Elle was going. Just yesterday.''

 

''Since yesterday!?'' I replied.

 

''Yeah!'' Chrissy replied.

 

 

I sighed then thought back to yesterday.

 

"The day Elle came home someone called me during the time I was at work, saying they heard screaming then silence for 20 minutes from the house. That person said Elle walked out the house with most of her belongings packed in her cruiser bike than left. Do you think Elle left home?'' I asked.  

 

Chrissy answers. ''I’m guessing she did leave home.''

 

 

 I began worrying.

 

''I wonder where she is now? I’ll put up signs all around town if anyone's seen Elle recently. She couldn’t escape to Paris, not without her passport. She left it at home…I think?''

 

 

I knew Elle had something in her, that would make her leave and not tell what was going on, she didn’t even get to see Henry at the quick funeral. 

 

When I get to see Elle next time she’s gonna pay and come back home.

 

We've already been through enough in our past to come this way. I just want things to go back to normal, the way they used to be.

 

Oh no, I miss Elle already.

 

 

--

 

It's only been 3 months and still no sign of Elle. I'm beginning to think she's never gonna come home.

 

"Claire? Clarie!!" I heard someone's voice.

 

"Clarie where have you been these past couple months, you should be home not in your