CHAPTER 13

WRITER'S CORNER

"Is Valerie in her room?" Mr Gonzalez asked the maid he found cleaning the living room as he stepped into the house.

"No sir, she's not yet back home."

"But she left the hospital before me, I thought..." Maybe realizing that explaining himself wouldn't help the maids find or know of her whereabouts, "You can go, I'd just call her."

"Okay sir." She hurried out of his presence with her cleaning tools.

Dialing his daughter's number, the service provider told him she was unavailable at the moment, as he goes to his room to freshen up. His world was already turning upside down but he wasn't willing to loose his precious daughter over the issue. He'd find her and explain things clearer to her.

Walking out of the bathroom with his bathrobe, his eyes fell on the smiling face of his wife in a picture frame.

Picking up the picture, he ran his fingers through the sides of her face,"I made a mistake a week before our wedding. I kept it a secret with the hopes that it was never going to be a reason for you to be uncomfortable. I didn't think she got pregnant. I didn't even recall forcing my way with her. I was under the influence of alcohol and friends."

"I know what you'd ask me would be why I never went back to make amends with her? You'd hate me for not telling you all these years but the truth is, I was scared of loosing you, loosing us, and I didn't give it much importance back then but right now, our baby girl is suffering and it's all my fault."

"I'm sorry. I'm really very sorry." He sobbed loudly, pressing the frame tighter against his chest.

VALERIE'S POV

The park had always been an escape room for me, as I stared at the empty sky filled with clouds.

All it took was just a visit to ruin my perfect dream world.

The rain drizzled, as some people ran out into the sheds, while others ran out of the park to their cars, as the clouds didn't seem to be just passing by.

Not ready to go back to that house, or any of the hotels where he could easily reach me, I stood still under the shed as the rain poured heavily. Occasionally the tears would drop whenever I thought about him or my mum, and I'd wipe it away but the pain was heavy.

My eyes soon caught glimpse of someone still in the open grass under the heavy downpour.

Who was he? Is he crazy or something Who lies down in the rain with just a T-shirt?

I admit that the universe just seemed against me right now but I guess I'm not the only victim of fate.

I was left to decide if I should continue my crying alone or go join him, whoever he is, so we could cry together?

"Fu*k this!!" Running out of the shed into the open grass to meet this strange person.

"Excuse me!" He had his hand over his face, and it was hard getting to make out his face as I stood over him.

"Excuse me!" I yelled louder but it was obvious; I was being ignored.

I couldn't even get mad, because I understood very well what it means to want to be alone.

"My therapy of crying under the shed doesn't seem to be helping..." I tried to yell but my voice couldn't outmatch the Thunder's, so I took a seat on the wet grass besides his lying body. He hadn't moved an inch since, neither has he made an attempt to talk to me, or should I just leave him alone?

"Yes." He suddenly said, with his arm still over his face, as the rain washed over us.

"What?"

"You asked if you should leave me alone, and I said yes. Go back to wherever it is you came from and leave me alone."

"Thankfully I didn't ask such questi..."

Wait, did he just read my thoughts?

"I came out here because it's the perfect time to hear only my voice so please lady, could you please get out?" The words were rude but his tone was at the same time polite, leaving me confused as to whether to feel insulted or not.

"Well, snce we are both going through a hard time, I believe we can be of each other's support, or don't you think so?" I wasn't going to back down.

"Your temperature is already dropping. Staying in the rain won't do you any good, Valerie."

"What? How did you know...?" Realizing the question wasn't important as nine in ten people knew exactly who I was, "who are you?"

"If I tell you, would you leave?"

"No, I won't. So you don't have to tell me, it's better this way." I smiled genuinely at him for the first time since my life went haywire.

"It's really nice here. I never thought sitting out in the rain could make one feel better." I laid down besides him, but sleeping sideways so the water droplets doesn't get into my eyes.

"It's like my pains are being washed away.... Refreshing, right."

People might see us as a crazy couple lying under the rain but I don't mind actually.

"Why?"

"I didn't say anything!"

Maybe he's a crazy person who escaped from an asylum.

At least I'd get to die besides someone who pushed me into one last crazy act; it's fulfilling.

"So you really won't leave?" He asked, obviously irritated by my stubbornness.

"Are you finally talking to me? I thought you didn't want to hear any voice that isn't yours."

"Let's go somewhere dry and talk, how about that?"

He's a pervert for sure. Or possibly a kidnapper looking for a few thousands.

"I like it here better."

"I came out here to clear my head of the thoughts of one girl that has hunted my existence, only for her to show up and remind me of my reason for holding on ever since."

"Is that why you won't leave the rain? Because she reminded you of the reasons why you still love her?"

"Nope. It's the reason why I'm leaving now..." He said softly as a sigh of disappointment fell unconsciously out of my lips, I didn't want him to go, "...with her of course. Her mission was a success."

"Is she waiting close by?"

"She's lying besides me right now."

"Huh?" He suddenly removed his arm from his face, turning his head to have a look at me for the first time since I came.

"Daem..."

"Why?"

"I should be asking that questi..." His lips were just centimeters from mine, as his hot breath touch my skin.

"Do you know the most craziest fulfilling act to be done under the rain?"

I swallowed hard on my own spittle, afraid but at the same time curious and safe with him.

"Should I show you?"

"Erm..." Trying to catch my own breath and get out of his seductive gaze.

"I think I should lea..." His cold lips arrested the words from my mouth, as my heart pounded faster against my rib cages. He pushed his lips into mine, his arms somehow was under my body, lifting me to lie on his body, as he held my head in a position that gave him more access into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled in passion, as the sensation traveled around my body, with one of his hand on the back of my head, and the other traveling down my back in a slow calculated manner.

I was getting overwhelmed by the strange familiarity of having kissed these lips before, having felt his icy touch on my bare body once upon a time.

The clouds seemed to get angrier as they cried more, but I felt hot, too hot, even though the water drops landed directly on me. I didn't want him to stop, I couldn't let him stop, as my fingers were buried in his wet hair, savouring every second of this moment.

Daemon Vladamirovich, the strange guy who stole my first kiss.