When The Rain Falls - Book 1, N, Y. [read book txt] 📗

I possibly get a flight back to New York, and if you can, give me information when there is a flight from New York to Paris?" I asked.

 

She punched some letters into the computer and a few clicks from her mouse to follow.

 

 

"Sorry there will be no flights to New York till, November 23rd."

 

"This coming November?" I asked happily.

 

"No, November 23rd of next year."

 

 

My face dropped.

 

"Sorry, there are rarely any flights from London to New York during this season." she said.

 

She interupped before I can say anything else.

 

 

"But there is a flight from London to Paris in December."

 

I walked away and sat down dazed.

 

I was in London. It was kind of a dream of mine to visit London, but not a mistake in flights.

 

This was a disaster, but I can make the most out of it.

 

 

A big smirk grew over my face. I ran out of the airport.

 

I knew what to do with my time.

 

 

"I'm in London, that means I don't have to go back to New York. I just have to get a flight to Paris."

 

I kept thinking.

 

"And that means, i'm just a few countries away from Paris." 

 

 

I walked the streets searching for a hotel to stay in for at least one night, till I can find a job and find a place.

 

I look at everything above me. London is so big and had buildings so tall.

 

 

I whip out my camera and shot some pictures. I have one those old-new cameras where you take a picture and it comes out in print right in front of your eyes.

 

 

I continue walking on the sidewalk, smelling the cold London air and looking around at the traffic. I take several pictures of the buildings, houses, restaurants and statues.

 

 

It’s amazing what anyone can discover in London.

 

 

As I stood, looking at my pictures on the sidewalk, someone bumped behind me. Which scared me. I looked up at the person.

 

He was young, maybe around my age. He had a slender body and had a young man’s face, which gives him a confident look.

 

 "Are you okay?" he asks.

 

 "Yes, just fine." I reply.

 

 

He gives an interested but bored look as we stand almost near each other on the sidewalk.

 

"Come with me, I know your type of people."

 

I reply furiously. "What do you mean my type of people?"

 

 

He looks at me like he never meant to say that.

 

"I meant, I know your the type of people who are not from here. Either you're a tourist, or you're visiting here in London."

 

I give him a curious but mad look in response.

 

 

"Just come with me." he said again.

 

I reply instantly. "How do I know I can trust you and follow you?"

 

 

He looks back at me, fearless about my question. "Because I know you can."

 

He turns back to the sidewalk.

 

 

I stood there stunned for a moment that he would say that. He knows I can trust him.

 

"So are you gonna follow me or not?" he gives me a concerning look.

 

"Okay?" i say.

 

 

 He takes me to a small house ,which actually looks big but is small. We both walk up the steps of the house and I read the sign by the door. Home to All.  

 

 

He says "wait here" and he goes in the house and leaves the door open.

 

I stand there confused.

 

3 minutes pass and he didn't even welcome me in. Then suddenly, a man stands in the way where the door creaked.

 

He was much older, with grey hair. But looks young enough to stand on anything.

 

 

The man speaks. "Welcome, are you looking for a place to stay?"

 

How would he know I needed a place to stay, unless young boy over there told him.

 

I look up at the man nervously.

 

"I guess you can say that." I said.

 

 

He speaks again. "I am the caregiver and keeper of this house you are the second person to be hauled in here.”

 

 "Who’s the first?" I ask.

 

 "The young man who stands next to me." he says.

 

 

 I look at the same boy I met on the street who took me here, he's standing next to the old man and god knows when he came back to invite me in.

 

The old man asks. "I believe he escorted you here, right?"

 

 "Yes." I replied.

 

The boy from eariler sorta smiled at me as I looked back up at the caregiver of this place.

 

''Good, welcome, this will be your home until you are destined to live somewhere else."

 

 

I walk inside and take a look around at everything. The kitchen was amazing, and so is the living room.

 

The guy I met on the street sits there as I silently tour the entrance of the house.

 

I quickly sit down on one of the couches after. The guy from earlier sat across on another couch.

 

"What’s your name?" I ask.

 

 

He looks as me with kind eyes and he replies.

 

"Jacob, my name’s Jacob."

 

"And yours?" he implied.

 

''My name’s Elle." 

 

I pause then speak again. ''Pretty weird name huh?"

 

 

He looks at me again and replies.

 

"No, not really."

 

 

Silence feels the air, I speak again.

 

"So why are you here?" I asked him, hoping he doesn’t look at me again.

 

 "I’m here because of my mom."

 

 

I give a concerned look and ask.

 

"What about your mom?"

 

 

He pauses then continues.

 

"She left me a long time ago by myself one night, I had a good childhood before everything went wrong."

 

He silences his voice after and looks over at me, searching my eyes. But all I do is look away.

 

Still staring at me, he continues the story.

 

"My mom sent me to New York because there was an incident that happened earlier in the past. But all I know is that, my dad died when I was young and I lived with my mom ever since.”

 

 

He pauses and I look at him ready to hear the rest, but he looks like he’s about to cry. And he doesn’t.

 

He looks at me again with those eyes. Those type of eyes you can’t resist.

 

Those eyes that don't leave yours.

 

"What’s your story, why are you here?"

 

"I came here because I did something terrible and because of what happened in the past. It lead me to going back to Paris, as soon as I get a flight out of London. Plus, it’s a really long story." I say.

 

He replies. "I’ve got time to listen. You listened to mine, I can listen to yours. Maybe another day, but not now."

 

I smiled at the thought. Someone actually wanted to listen to me.

 

 

I gather my stuff as the old man or as he says to call him, Theodore escorts me to my room.

 

I didn’t even think that being here 10 minutes could give me a room.

 

 

I put my belongings on the bed, which feel soft even without the comforter. I look over to the right where a big but small table is filled with jewelry, perfumes, makeup and other necessities. 

 

 

There's a big window behind the bed and in the backyard is a pool and patio furniture.

 

I take one look at the door and Theodore is gone. He was in the room when I put my stuff on the bed, but I didn’t notice he left till after I looked around.

 

Jacob walks in unexpected. "You enjoying your new room? I know I did when I first got here."

 

I turn around to him and I reply.

 

 

"And when was that?"

 

"4 years ago."

 

I pause and think about the life I left behind back home in Rosewood. Jacob looks at me and wonders off to look at the wall.

 

Then he talks again. "I can see it in your eyes you're upset."

 

I look at him confused.

 

 

Jacob gives a small laugh at my look, then repeats what he said. "I can see it in your eyes you're upset about something you had before right?"

 

I give him the guilty look instead of smiling and feeling embarassed while he laughs at me.

 

"What’s so funny?" I ask almost laughing, he replies laughing.

 

"Just at the fact your face changes expressions so quickly."

 

I began laughing too.

 

 

We’re both standing there laughing and me knowing we can both get along very easily.

 

After seeing the way Jacob looks at me, I knew there’s something he’s not telling me or that’s just how he looks at everyone.

 

 

He leaves my room and walks into his, which is across from mine and he smiles at me before closing his door. I knew from the time I laid my eyes on him in the house, there was something special about him.

 

 

 

15 minutes later, me and Jacob were called for dinner by Theodore through an old 80's or 90's telephone we both had in our rooms.

 

It was fancy, how he used an intercom to call us on the old phone to tell us, news and announcement. Like school and stuff.

 

 

 

After the long weekend, Theodore had enrolled me in the same school Jacob went to when he arrived here before me.

 

I had to admit, sleeping the night before my first day back to school for a new school, was nervous and scary like no other.

 

I missed home and I needed to figure a way out of London. 

 

 

Chapter Three: Sweet Dreams

  

It's 5:03AM and i’m still awake. 

 

I decide to go downstairs and get something to eat. Like I usually do at home in the middle of the night.

 

Although in Rosewood, my mom would prepare me a meal to eat in the night. For my late night snacking.

 

 

She’s put a PB&J sandwich, with chocolate chip cookies and carrots in a brown paper bag and put it in the small drawer next to my bed. So I wouldn’t creep loudly downstairs and wake everyone up in the house.

 

 

She would put it in my bedside drawer before she left to work, while I was taking my courses at my University.

 

I never thought about how nice she was to do that and I didn’t recognize that for so long.

 

There I go, wondering again, while i’m halfway out of my room looking at the ceiling in the hallway.

 

 

Theodore stays in the basement nearby, cause if he were to stay up here, there would be problems.

 

Jacob's words, not mine.

 

 

I slowly walk down the stairs, fast like a shadow. Even though i’m wearing a green rainforest leaf designed PJ set.

 

 

I quietly walk pass the marble floor to the left, from the front door. That's where the kitchen is.

 

I make it to the kitchen quietly and whisper, "Success!!" and I do a little dance.

 

I tip toe to the fridge and pick out bread.

 

 

I take 2 slices and go to the cabinets and search for the peanut butter and jelly.

 

I found both of them and begin spreading them both, onto my bread.

 

Peanut Butter first, then lots of Jelly, just how I want it.

 

 

Then, I search through the cabinets for the chocolate chip cookies. I found only 4 left and the exact amount I needed.

 

I started looking through the fridge for carrots and took the whole bag from the fridge once I saw it, I take my meal upstairs. I didn’t make a sound, when I closed the fridge door.

 

I start on my PB&J sandwich, and it’s delicious.

 

Then finally, I start eating the cookies. And their even more better than the cookies my mom buys.

 

 

The carrots seem to be the same one, like the carrots back home. It’s too bad, I didn’t get ranch for the carrots. I took a big drink from my water bottle, which I had packed with my stuff when I left.

 

 

I start thinking about when I say left, how I left home, with my mom to look at