Bringing back Rain

"Go home girl." My smile vanished when he mentioned home. No way was I going back there. He narrowed his eyes in frustration.
"If your a prostitute, I'm not interested." Now I was offended.
"I'm not a prostitute you asshole!" My jeans weren't even that tight.

A girl trying to survive the hell that is her life and a boy who could make everything better... or way worse.

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12. T W E L V E | Worst boyfriend ever

The next day, Ivy dropped me off at school before heading off to college. On my way inside I passed Nathan's motorcycle and shivered. It stood at the exact same place as it had yesterday. I gripped my backpack tighter and continued walking, concentrating on my breathing and trying to force every thought about what had happened yesterday out of my mind. Nathan was no where to be seen though and I hoped it would stay that way. Although he had saved my life yesterday, I couldn't afford him getting even more interested in my life. He would try to find out everything about me and would probably ruin my life in the process. Well, ruin it even more. 
Thankfully I didn't have math today, so Miss Henderson couldn't ask me how the tutoring with Kasey was going. Instead I had to endure lovely subjects such as physics, chemistry and history. Not that they aren't interesting - teachers just can't teach in a way that is appealing for students. And obviously, I kind of had a lot on my mind at the moment, which might affect my interest in school a bit. 
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I'd told Ivy to not worry about me and let me get home on my own which is why I was slowly walking back home after the bell had released me from hell. Don't get me wrong, my home isn't better in any way but at least I could be on my own for the most part. With every step I took in the direction of home my anxiety rose a bit more. What if that creep was in there waiting for me? He managed it before, he could do it again. Why was I going back there again? I was beginning to panic, my heart beating faster and faster until I thought it would jump out of my chest. As soon as I stepped into the dimly lit living room I would be completely on my own. I couldn't count on Nathan to rescue me again and my mom didn't care what happened to me either. Even if she did, she was rarely in a condition to stand, much less defend her daughter. 
Before I could collapse or turn around I was standing in front of the door and my shaking hands turned to autopilot and opened the door. 
The inside of the house was dark but quiet - I didn't want to think about all the different things that could happen but it was inevitable. My footsteps were the only sounds I could hear as I slowly advanced into the living room. Someone - my mom - was passed out on the couch but apart from that everything was empty. I was about to walk past her when I stopped and took a step back, towards her. Something felt wrong. I didn't quite know what made me realize that since I had found her passed out countless times but something just wasn't right. Instead of the usual bottles of alcohol next to the couch lay small, clear, plastic bags. That wasn't really new either, I knew my mom was a drug addict but still. There shouldn't be that many bags. She was alone and I doubted that her friends would have left after taking the stuff with her which meant she had taken it on her own. Which meant she had taken way to much. 
"Fuck." The whisper was barely audible. I stared at the bags some more before looking at my mom. 
"Mom?" My voice cracked. No answer. Of course there wasn't a fucking answer. 
I stepped closer to the couch and leaned over her. This was probably the closest I've been to her in years. She stank of alcohol, smoke, drugs and sweat and I recoiled a bit before getting over my disgust and leaning further towards her head. Even though I couldn't stand my mom I choked back a sob when I heard her breathe. It was faint and irregular but it was there. 
I shook her, begging for her to wake up but she didn't. No surprise there. 
That only left me with one option. She wouldn't like it and would most likely kill me if she was in any condition to do so - which she wasn't - and could potentially have huge consequences for me as well. 
Cursing some more, I pulled out my phone and after desperately looking at my mom, checking if some miracle had magically made her wake up, I dialed 911. It took some more seconds of convincing myself until I finally pressed the call button. 
"911, what is your emergency?" A voice said. 
"Please come quick, my… a woman may have a drug overdose." I stopped myself in the last second before I said "my mom". There was no way I was letting the police know Natalie had a daughter. I told the woman on the phone the address and before she could ask any more questions I hung up. Maybe if they didn't see me and didn't know I was there, they wouldn't even realize a teenager was living here and therefor couldn't take me away somewhere. As soon as I heard the sirens of the ambulance I raced upstairs and made sure I was out of view. The smarter thing would have been to leave entirely but I couldn't bring myself to do that. I had to make sure everything was fine. 
I watched as paramedics rushed in and swarm around my mother. They were yelling things in a hectic manner, picking up the bags and someone was searching the living room and picking up various bottles, that had already began to accumulate again. They put my mom on a stretcher and rolled her out of the house. A few seconds later the sirens started again and the ambulance drove off again. 
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Someone was walking. I could hear the sound of heavy boots on wood. My body hurt. I was lying on the ground. 
A bit disoriented, I lifted my head and looked around. I must have fallen asleep after the paramedics left because I was in the exact same place as I had before. Groaning, I stood up and almost fell again when a surge of dizziness overcame me. I was too confused and out of it to realize the footsteps had stopped or even that they were ever there.
As soon as I took one step forward, to flee into the safety of my room, a hand clasped around my shoulder and pulled me back. With a startled yelp I turned around. My eyes widened when I saw who was standing in front of me. 
It was the guy who had been making out with my mom just days before aka her "boyfriend". 
"Where's Natalie?" He barked, his grip on my shoulder getting worse. It took me a second until his question actually made sense to me. I don't think I've ever heard him talking directly to me and now that he had I wished he hadn't. 
His eyes held a threatening glare and he too reeked of smoke and body odor. 
"She's in the hospital." My voice was surprisingly steady and I looked him dead in the eyes. I was used to bad things happening inside this house. It was only when those bad things followed me outside that I lost my composure. 
My head was thrown to side when his fist collided with my face. I immediately clutched my face but my instinct to stagger back and flee was made impossible by his other hand still holding me. Another fist hit me in my stomach. 
"You bitch, called the ambulance? You know what that fucking means for me? How do you think I'm gonna get my stuff in the next few weeks? And those people ask questions. She's fine, just needs some time to sleep it off and you call the fucking ambulance?" He slurred, getting increasingly more angry as he spoke.
I was tempted to point out that she could've died and maybe still would but that wouldn't do anything. So I just stood there, fighting to keep my mask of indifference up and waited for him to calm down. 
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My footsteps echoed across the empty street I was walking on. My face and the rest of my body was starting to bruise again and my eyes had returned to their red, puffy state. I clutched my jacket and quickened my pace. Every so often I would check my back pocket to make sure the 200 dollars where still there. 
I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. This was insane. This was a fucking suicide mission. On further thought, I already survived one of those, so it was probably just going to worsen the hell I was in. 
I was on my way to a drug deal. A fucking drug deal. What had my life come to? 
After he was done hitting and yelling at me my mom's lovely boyfriend had rummaged through the junk in the living room, with no success. The apartment seemed to be drug free, which was a miracle but I didn't have the time to properly think about that. Apparently Natalie had been supposed to get some pills or some shit like that this evening but since she couldn't that task was now on me. I'd refused at first, only to be yanked back by my hair until my scalp felt like it was on fire and I begged him to let me go. The money had been lying on a coffee table, rolled up and held together by a rubber band.  
So now here I was. Shivering, standing at a street corner and waiting for a fucking drug dealer to show up and sell me the stuff that just landed my mom in the hospital. Life was great. 
Someone was walking towards me. There was no one else here and it was a dead end. The urge to shrink back into the shadows and make myself invisible was getting stronger with every step the stranger took. I was still gripping my thin leather jacket, my knuckles already turning white. The stranger was tall, with a strong gait and dressed in all black. His dark, tousled hair peeked out from underneath the hood of a black hoodie. 
And he seemed extremely familiar. 
"Nathan?" I prayed to whoever would listen that I was wrong. That this was just some other asshole who happened to look a bit like Nathan.
"What the fuck? Cupcake?!" 
Well fuck.

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