When The Rain Falls - Book 1 by N, Y. (feel good books .TXT) 📕

they accepted me."

 

 

 I look at the picture again, I noticed it was at the restaurant that me and Jacob went to, when we went on our first official date.

 

The picture had a brown-ish blackish color to it, and showed a picture of mom and dad sitting down at a table across from a bridge view of the Eiffel Tower.

 

 

It was from an angle, in the picture mom and and dad seemed so happy, he was even smiling and mom smiled too.

 

She was wearing a beautiful dress, that looked similar like the same one I wore, it was strange.

 

I never really thought about it.

 

The thought of seeing my dad again, in a lively picture. I shook my head to get rid of the thought.

 

Jacob walks with me to my room after I ate lunch.

 

 

Upstairs, I see my bags in the same room that I stayed in before.

 

 

I spent Christmas looking at the Eiffel Tower with Jacob, and looking at the beautiful lights that decorated Paris.

 

So many memories run through my head from the last time I was here.

 

 

Jacob comes into my room, as I look at the window. He hugs me from behind, I smile feeling the comfort.

 

 

My mom comes in and tells Jacob to talk in the hallway. He goes into the hallway and he gasps, which caught my attention.

 

 

I quickly rush out of my room to see him hugging his mom at the bottom of the staircase, they all walk up the stairs to greet me.

 

Jacob’s mom hugs me too, after talking with my mom.

 

"Jacob, why didn’t let me know you had girlfriend, she’s so precious! And you lied to me back in New York when you said she was just a friend."

 

 

I turn to Jacob and give him a fearsome look.

 

Just a friend.

 

"I'm your whole ass girlfriend. I can’t believe that I told your mom I was someone close that you knew. I was hoping that you wanted to tell her, that we we are together."

 

 

She hugs me again, tighter and swings me side to side. 

 

After she puts me down, I look her square in the eyes.

 

"It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs....?"

 

"Oh, it’s actually Ms. Callies, not Mrs."

 

 

She smiles at me, her face so bright and happy. I begin to smile too, but as I tried to talk again, Jacob stops me and he grabs me away from his mom.

 

She continues talking with my mom.

 

 

I stop Jacob before he could squeeze my left arm tighter.

 

And before he could say anything, I had to ask him.

 

"Why didn’t you tell me your last name, or that fact that you didn’t tell your mom about me?"

 

He gives me a look then replies.

 

"Why didn’t you tell me your last name?"

 

 

I’ve never seen Jacob look so irritated before, he always seemed happy.

 

After a long second, I answer. "Fine, my last name is Woods."

 

And he replied. "My last name is Callies, ya happy?”

 

 

I answer. "Not really."  

 

I walk away back towards my room and he grabs my arm again, at the moment I was about ready to let off some steam and get boiling mad.

 

 

He pulls me towards him, so close we were face to face.

 

I can hear him breathing calmly, and i’m breathing heavily, like I just came back from a run.

 

He looks at me, particularly in the eyes then let's go of me. He lets me walk away.

 

 

 

At dinner, I saw Ms. Callies in the kitchen helping mom with preparing the table.

 

She looks up to find me and smiles.

 

"How you doing?"

 

 

I could tell she was a calm person, who at time seems to not care. Her eyes reflect off the ceiling lights and her brown hair is shiny like the sun.

 

She seemed to be a great person, who I would know forever.

 

But there’s a reason why Jacob pulled me into him so closely and rough, maybe because he doesn’t want me to have a relationship with his mom, or at to least to get to know her.

 

 

"Sweetie can you help me set the table please, I need someone to help. Can’t do these myself."

 

She laughs after saying that, a laugh that reminds me of a happy home and a loving mother.

 

She must be the best mom ever.

 

 

I grab a plate full of potato casserole my mom made, I could tell by the smell of the sour cream and cheese in it.

 

I take a sniff from the smell and it instantly feels like home.

 

 

I follow Ms. Callies into the dining hall, where the table is set up nicely.

 

She places the spaghetti I suspect she made, because my mom can’t even make mac and cheese right.

 

Let alone spaghetti on a good day. It’s been a while.

 

 

She places it on the table, and I can smell it from across the table.

 

The sweet smell of dessert fills my nose finally, I grieved to try and not to take a bite.

 

 

Ms. Callies looks at with a smile before we eat.

  

"I remember Jacob saying goodbye and leaving. So young, I didn’t think he would be on his own for so long. I didn’t even know that I was with a bad guy who didn't treat me with respect with kindness, until one day he took everything I had."

 

She continues.

 

"I knew at a moment, that what I got myself into was horrible. When Jacob’s father was gone, I knew people were gonna judge him as the kid who didn't have have a dad anymore. And that he’s gonna grow up to be a deliquent or something. But the truth is, Jacob’s dad died in car crash when he was younger. I never told him that he died a good man, doing the right thing. He kept us together, he practically raised Jacob while I was out having fun with my girls and coming home to someone who still truly loved me, even after realizing I probably married the wrong guy."

 

 

She struggles not cry, but she smiles instead and it makes me happy.

 

"People and even my friends, told me that I married a good man. I never saw it in him, ever since the last boy i’ve been with. No one ever treated me the way I was supposed to be treated. And when I met John, he was the nicest person i've ever met. Who took me in, and cared for me."

 

 

I interrupt before she continues. 

 

"So were you in love with him, John?"

 

"Oh yes of course, before him, the guy I dated was crazy. I thought he was the one, but it eventually lead to fighting and knowing it that it was eventually over. And John, he….he was different. A person who I can totally rely on and love forever."

 

She smiles.

 

 

"We got engaged a year after of dating and we never did marry, but I still went on with my life. When I found out I was pregnant with Jacob, he was the only child we had."

 

 

"Did he love you?" I ask.

 

 

She turns to me and smiles, then answers.

 

"Yes, he did love me so much."

 

She continues on. It seemed like we talked for hours but only 9 minutes.

 

 

"Later, during the years, the morning he left in his car on his way to work, e ended up in a car crash after a driver hit him on the road.

 

"At times, I felt happy when I shouldn't have. I didn't want to come home to him,  because of the way he treated me. He was o nice and I regret feeling that way. He made me feel on top of the world and I was used to guys making me feel down. I never knew what it was like to love or be loved and he showed me. And a part of me accepted it for a while, but it faded away, Especially after he was gone."

 

Silence fills the room before she speaks again.

 

 

"I never told Jacob about his dad, I didn’t want to scar him forever and Jacob only has a little memory about his dad that only he talked about with his friends, he never told me. We carried on with our lives and we were a family of our own."

 

 

 

"I have talk to Jacob about this, he’ll be really surprised." I say

 

Ms. Callies stops me, before I can get up.

 

"No, I don’t want you to tell him about the whole dad thing. Just only the things that he remembers. I know how your young relationships can go these days, especially with a life like this."

 

I look back, concerned.

 

 

"Just let me tell him about it, I want to be clear with him. Like how you and your mom talked back in New York, she told me."

 

"Okay, I won't tell him." I said heading back upstairs.

 

 

A few minutes later, we sat down for dinner. I was anxious about telling Jacob, he never remembered from time to time and about his life.

 

At the dinner table Ms. Callies decided to tell Jacob about the missing part in the story, about his mom and dad rather than me spilling it.

 

He was surprised, for real and he had to get up and leave the table after he heard his mom out.

 

 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't tell you before. I wanted to make things right for once." she exclaimed.

 

"I can't believe you kept this from me." Jacob said, mad.

 

 

The raised concern in his voice, scared me for a moment.

 

"For so long I believed that he moved away to have a better future."

 

Jacob said getting up.

 

"I lied to my friends about him leaving us, when he really died?"

 

He was staring into his mom's eyes intensely.

 

 

"You were young and I didn't want you to be confused by it, till you were older." Ms. Callies said.

 

"No, you're a liar. For my whole life, you're a liar." he said yelling, then walking out of the dining room.

 

I followed him.

 

"Jacob! wait!" his mom yelled.  

 

I dart after him.

 

 

He ran up the stairs and I caught him quickly. 

 

I stop him before he enters the room.

 

"Jacob stop, what are you thinking? Just leaving the table like that, at least your mom told you the truth, be glad for that reason." I say.

 

 

He interrupts

 

"You don’t know anything about my life, or my mom. Unless she told you, which I knew she would do. Just like the rest of them!" he yells at me.

 

 

He tries not to make noise.

 

 

I reply, about the whole rest of them.

 

"What do you mean by the rest of them?" 

 

 

He looks at me suddenly, ready to fight, but calms down before he lays a finger on me.

 

"The rest of them, my old girlfriends. Ever since my father left and the rumors about him dying circled the block, I didn’t tell you in London. I had a hard time letting girls meet my mom, because I didn’t know where she was. I already told you that. And because I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. Before, when I was younger, she would tell girls about my life and what happened to our family and I knew she would bring it up. I knew I couldn’t trust you."

 

 

Trust me?

 

I look at him confused, I didn’t know what was going on or what he was talking about but I felt a sting at that mention.

 

I try not to cry.

 

"What are you talking about, I don’t even have anything to do about this! She just told me something dear to her heart about your and your lives spent together, why is that so wrong?"

 

 

I could tell, he was gonna yell back, but he doesn’t.

 

"I know this is wrong, but nothing can compare to what life I had to live with my mom by my side. And since I finally saw her again after all the years, what are you doing in mine now huh?

 

"Don't say that," I reply.

 

My visions became blurry.

 

 

"Let me guess, are you're here to be with me or just to feel sorry for me?"

 

"I don't feel sorry for you at all. If anything I feel sympathy. No one deserved to live a life like that." I say

 

"I guess you really do." 

 

"What?"

 

"Feel sorry." he replies.

 

 

I knew it was time for me to fight back, with truthful words.

 

"Well first of all, what has your life have to do with me? And even if you didn’t want me in it, what’s the point