Rain's Theory

K.C. Mills

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 29 novembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541629
• Langue: English

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Rain’s Theory


K.C. Mills
© 2015
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
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1. Rain

2. Theory

3. Rain

4. Theory

5. Rain

6. Theory

7. Rain

8. Theory

9. Rain

10. Theory

11. Rain

12. Theory

13. Rain

14. Theory

15. Rain

16. Lani

17. Rain

18. Theory


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1

Rain

“Rain, come on. Please, just jump because if you don’t, I’m coming back inside and you know what Malinda is gonna do to me if she finds out I snuck out. I’m not leaving you Rain, just jump. I got you, I promise.”
I looked down from the second story window where I was sitting on the ledge. Theory was below me on the ground after having jumped minutes before me. He was impatiently waiting for me, and I knew that he wasn’t going to leave me so I had to make a decision.
“Rain,” Theory said aggressively but not loud enough to wake anyone else in the group home that we were trying to escape from.
I looked down at Theory, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and jumped. When I hit the ground, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle from landing on it, but Theory did his best to break my fall.
“I swear you’re so difficult sometimes,” Theory said looking at me with a grin, before he handed me my backpack and pulled his onto his back. Once I tossed mine over his head and had my arms through the straps, Theory grabbed my hand and we took off running. We had no idea where we were going, or what we would do when we got there, but neither of us looked back. I wasn’t afraid. I knew that Theory had me. He was my best friend and he always looked out for me, so I felt safe just knowing that he was by my side. With the clothes on our backs and the one hundred dollars that Theory stole from Malinda, we were off into the night.
I felt Mel’s arms tighten around me and his lips against my neck, as I stirred in my sleep just before I heard his voice.
“Rain, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft against my neck, as if he were attempting to use his words to comfort me.
“Nothing, why?” I responded instinctively without really thinking about it because I was still drowsy from sleep.
“You’re crying.” I felt his hand against my face as he wiped away tears that I didn’t know where falling.
“I don’t know… bad dream, I guess,” I said, as I melted deeper into his body.
“About what?”
“I don’t remember,” I said not wanting to admit that I was dreaming about another man, the first man I ever loved and who loved me back. I grabbed my left wrist and let my thumb slide across my tattoo. I was the only one who truly knew what it meant. Most people just assumed that Rain’s Theory was about me. My theory as in ideal, not my theory as in my first love.
“You sure?” he asked not convinced.
“I’m sure, I’m good Mel. Go back to sleep.” I rested my head against his body and exhaled.
As much as I cared Mel, he wasn’t Theory and he never would be. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as I thought about the reason why I insisted on taking my current job, moving back to Atlanta. It wasn’t fair to Mel, but I needed to be here. If Theory was here, then I was going to find him. I tried for years to let him go, but it was pointless. He had my heart and he always would. I just prayed that it wasn’t too late to tell him.
“Where are you?” Mel sounded irritated as his voice flowed through my phone. I ran my fingers thorough my curly lion’s main and then let out a sigh.
“I stopped for a shake and fries. Do you want me to get you something?” I asked, irritated that he was attempting to clock my moves.
“I thought we were going out for dinner tonight, why are you stopping now?”
“I haven’t eaten all day. We’ve been on a shoot and this is the first time I’ve been able to get something. We can still go out, I just needed something quick for now.”
I looked around my old neighborhood while waiting for Mel to respond. I had been here almost every day in the past month before work, during my lunch or after work, and still no sign of Theory. I was starting to think my search was in vain. Maybe he moved, maybe he was dead, who knows.
“Fine, just hurry. I’ve got good news.” Jamel’s whole attitude changed and he sounded excited.
“Tell me now,” I said, glancing inside Marty’s to check out the crowd.
“No, just hurry. I’ll tell you when you get here.”
“Okay, I shouldn’t be long.”
“Love you Rain.”
“Me too,” I responded, not really knowing if I meant it. Who was I kidding? I didn’t mean it, which is why I never actually said the words. It was always, me too . I cared about Jamel, but love was still questionable.
I slid my phone into the back pocket of my jeans before I pulled the handle on the large glass door to enter Marty’s. The music was loud and the crowd was even louder. I smiled when I spotted the booth in the corner that Theory and I claimed as our own when we were kids. I bet our names were still on the wall in that booth. Not much had changed in here; in fact, everything except the faces was exactly the same. It felt like home.
Something about this place calmed me. It was like I could feel him all around me and even though it had been six years since I had seen his face, I could recall every detail. His caramel skin, his dark brown eyes with a scar just above the right eyebrow from where he had been hit by a metal pipe defending me. Every detail was etched in my memory as if someone had programmed it there.
I made my way to the counter and the young girl behind the register smiled at me.
“What can I get for you?” she asked before she looked up at someone who was obviously standing behind me.
“Large fry and a vanilla shake.” That voice hung in the air like a familiar fragrance and even though it had been years since I heard that voice, I knew before I even turned to face him who it belonged to.
Once we were face to face, his hypnotizing eyes locked on me but I couldn’t speak, as Theory grabbed me pulling me into his chest, hugging me so tightly that I had to turn my head to breathe.
“The fuck you doing here?” Theory asked with a grin after he let me go.
“Looking for you,” I said unable to control my smile.
“Is that all?” the girl behind the counter asked looking annoyed about our reunion.
“Let me get a slice. Just cheese,” Theory said as he pulled a wad of money out of his pocket, peeled off a twenty and then extended it towards the cashier, but kept his eyes on me then entire time.
“You’re change,” the girl said with an attitude as she slid a plastic number across the counter for us to place on our table for the waitress.
“Just keep it,” Theory said looking annoyed with her for taking his attention away from me.
I grabbed the number and instinctively walked to our booth, followed by Theory. I slid in one side while he slid in the other, and I felt self-conscious under the intensity of the way his eyes focused on me.
“So you’re looking for me, huh?” he said, finally breaking the silence that surrounded us, even though the restaurant was loud and full of noise. It was as if he and I were the only two who existed in that moment.
“I have been for over a month,” I admitted, needing him to understand my commitment to finding him.
“When did you get back to the A?” Theory asked ignoring my comment.
“A month ago.”
“You look the same… different, but the same,” he said, as he searched my face exposing the dimple in his left cheek.
“So do you,” I said as I did the same, admiring the maturity in his face; the smoothly laid hair covering his chin and his low cut, curly Caesar. This man was gorgeous and his eyes had me hypnotized the same way they had years ago.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he admitted before leaning back and placing his arm across the back of the vinyl covered bench he was sitting on.
“Autumn Rain,” he spoke with a grin as he looked around Marty’s as if looking for someone. “I missed the fuck outta you, girl.”
“Really?” A shy smile crept across my face, as I stared into his eyes, which exposed the truth in his words.
“Shit, you already know. I haven’t been the same since you disappeared on me Rain,” Theory said now matching my stare.
“I didn’t disappear. I was placed with a family that thought it was a good idea to up and move to Florida. Trust me, if I could have stayed I would have, but at sixteen and being a ward of the state, you don’t really get a vote.”
“Nah, you needed to get the fuck outta here. You deserved more than I could have ever given you.”
I thought about the years I spent on the street with Theory, lying, stealing, sleeping in dark