Waiting For Rain (One Direction)

Samantha Blake is your average 17 year old but she does not live in the average place. Her family live in a small town called Ashville where Sam, her siblings and a few other families are the only children. That's not the only thing though. It also hasn't rained for five years in Ashville despite the constantly grey skies and even far off lightning that they never hear the thunder of. For Sam life is boring until one dreary Saturday five teen boys move into the house next door. Sam's life immediately brightens, but only until she discovers that the boys have a dark secret that could either destroy Ashville or save it.

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15. Arriving Home

Sam's POV

I walked home next door to be met with a fearful sight for any 17 year old girl.  As I walked in the door and turned to my left I saw Dad with Ben in the kitchen polishing and loading a giant rifle.  Having no history with guns I had no idea what type it was, only the knowledge that Dad kept it stored up high in the garage and he was the only one with the key to its case.  Why was he using it now? It wasn't hunting season, not even close.

"Hey Dad, what are you doing?" I pondered aloud.

"Oh, Ben and I are just going for some friendly hunting with the Browns in the street over," Dad shrugged casually.

"But...it's not hunting season Dad; what are you hunting?"  the only thing they hunted was rabbits and other forest pests, nothing that was around at this time of year.

"Well Sam, someone said they saw wolves in the forest, so we're going to find them!" Dad exclaimed excitedly.  But there weren't wolves in the forest...unless he meant…

"N-no Dad! You can't kill the wolves!" I cried, receiving identical strange looks from Ben and Dad, "T-they're innocent, what have they done to you?!" I exclaimed, trying to come up with some smart argument to save the boys' lives.

"Honey we have to get rid of them!" Dad complained, "Do you remember Rebecca Black?"  Who could forget Rebecca, she had been the bitchiest girl in school.

"Yeah, she was attacked by wol-" I stopped mid sentence.  This would completely ruin my argument! "B-but that was last January! The boy- the wolves are probably dead or gone by now," I only just escaped awkwardness, despite the suspicious look Dad was giving me.

"Honey, why do you care so much? They're just feral animals." No, they were our next door neighbours! "Anyway, at least one of them is long gone; whitest fur I've ever seen, he had," I choked on nothing in a split second.  White fur? There were no wolves in our forest, the boys had told me, so it had to be-

No, it couldn't be.  Realisation sunk into my mind like an anchor.

MY DAD NEARLY KILLED LOUIS!

I knew my teary eyes were growing wider by the second while I was lost in my subconscious mind and Dad was still giving me suspicious looks, but it all seemed to fade away in those moments.

"I-I-I have to go Dad." I flew from the room and out the front door, sprinting to the boys' house and flinging their door open violently.  Luckily their parents weren't home so I wouldn't be in trouble for entering so rudely, but honestly I couldn't have cared less for that at the moment.  I took the stairs two at a time and raced down the landing, skidding to a halt outside Louis' room before flinging his door open wide.  Luckily for me he wasn't getting changed of anything, but I had a feeling these boys didn't close their doors when they were changing.

Louis' surprised ocean-blue eyes met my teary ones but I ran at him before any words could escape either of our mouths.  I began to sob as I flung my arms around his neck, his response being to pat me on the back comfortingly.

I'm so so so sorry Louis," I mumbled into the crook of his neck.  He slowly pried me off his shoulder and looked deep into my tears confusedly.

"What's going on, Sam?" he held me firmly like any good boyfriend would.

"I-I'm so sorry Lou; m-m-my dad, h-he," I didn't want the words to come out but I knew they had to, "he tried to kill you."  His eyes widened and his lips parted just enough for a small gasp to escape.

"I knew he looked familiar," Louis' gaze drifted to the floor while his eyebrows became furrowed, "but my mind was all wolf and I was too scared to realise who it was.  I think the boys already know, though,"

"Oh, and a-a-b-b-bout that," I hiccupped, "he's trying to kill the others too."  Louis sighed.

"Then I guess this is goodbye, Sam," he said sadly, and I was suddenly surrounded by the boys in the stripy room, all watching my bewildered face.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, you see Sam, we've been talking for a while now," Liam started, then Zayn continued after a slight pause in speech.

"And we've decided that we are getting much too attached to Ashville,"

"So we'll be leaving within the next week," Harry finished.  Tears filled my eyes again and I lunged onto Louis' shoulder, the tears smudging my faint makeup onto his shirt.

"We're really sorry Sam, but it's for the best.  We don't want to die and we don't want you to either," Niall told me, only making my sobbing worse.

"I-I think I should go," I stuttered, rising off Louis' shoulder and standing shakily from the bed.  I made my way down the familiar stairs that I would probably never walk down again and to the mahogany door before turning around.  "Will I see you at school tomorrow?" I asked expectantly.

"Yep, 8:15 at the bus stop," Harry assured politely, giving a smile that didn't even reach his eyes, let alone meet the standards of his usual cheeky grin.  With that I turned and walked straight home to my bedroom and cried myself to sleep.

~~~

I didn't bother waiting for the boys the next day.  Obviously they didn't want to be near me, so I wouldn't go near them.  Liam and Harry caught the bus; Louis, Niall and Zayn were probably still asleep and would run to school.

At school it wasn't much different.  I sat on the opposite side of the room from the boys in homeroom, came to my locker just after they left, and sat with my girlfriends on the playing fields at lunch.  But it wasn't like the boys tried to converse with me.  Whenever our eyes met I would look away quickly, as would whichever boy I had accidentally made eye contact with.

This went on for three days, the avoiding, the ignorance, the neglect, until one day not one of the boys turned up to school.  Surprisingly I got to maths, the fourth lesson of the day, without noticing.  But as soon as I did alarm bell started shrilling in my head.  I glanced around the classroom frantically, trying to think of some acceptable excuse to get out of class.  I shakily put up my hand and hoped that this would work.

"Sir, I'm not feeling so good," I muttered to Mr Blanc who was sitting uninterested at his desk.  At my words his eyes widened; I knew for a fact he was germophobic.

"Quick, go to the bathroom Samantha!" he pointed at the door and I rushed to open it, running outside but not to the bathroom.  I stead I rushed straight to my locker and pulled out my phone, silently praying for this not to be a repeat of last time they had been away, because that time Louis had nearly died.

I quickly speed-dialled Zayn, thinking that he would be the easiest to talk to.

"Hello?" Zayn picked up.

"Hey Zayn, it's Sam,"

"Oh, um, hey Sam," he replied hesitantly.  I wonder why?

"Um, sorry to be blunt, but why aren't you guys at school today?" There was a long pause on the other end.

"Uh, we're...we're packing," Zayn sighed eventually and I could almost hear him slouching at the thought.

"Oh, soooo when do you, um, move out?" I asked, my voice cracking at the last two words.

"Tomorrow, I think," Zayn replied as though he was close to tears as well

"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you this afternoon then," I said shakily.

"Uh, yeah, see ya." And with that we both hung up.

 

Zayn's POV

With the click of the hang up button I sprinted out of the house, my eyes threatening to spill with tears.  I jumped in Harry's Audi; I hope this thing has a lot of petrol, 'cos I don't know when or how I'm going to get back.

 

Sam's POV

As I hit end call a tear dribbled down my cheek, and then they just wouldn't stop.

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