Fiction Friday

October Rain is the novel that I am currently working on.  I would ask that you not use any part of this work of fiction for any reason unless you contact me first with specific details.  It is after all,  my baby.  Thank you.

<—Read Chapter One.

October Rain
Chapter Two

Sweat beaded on his back and slid down his tanned skin. His muscles ribbed and undulated as he moved and October felt like she could hardly breathe. Her long forgotten tea was sitting on the counter next to her, ice melting. It had been two days since he and his family had moved in and she had been watching him every moment that she could. She would walk into her living room, sit down on the couch, and then get back up and walk into the kitchen, perching herself on the counter so that she could stare out the window. She felt horrible and torn. A smart girl, she knew she shouldn’t watch her new neighbors, imagining how she would feel if she were the one being spied on. But she couldn’t wrench herself free from the window, afraid she might miss the chance to see him, even once. She felt like a disgusting person, sitting there ogling, afraid to miss one peek at him. She wasn’t that kind of person. And October knew that no matter how much she stared at him, it wouldn’t change the fact that the boy with the dark hair would never be interested in her even if he did realize that she existed. No one ever was, why should someone new be an exception? She was a loner with a drunk mother. She didn’t wear makeup, she was too tall, her breasts were to small, and she was just ugly. Forget about him, she kept telling herself. But still, her eyes were locked on the house almost directly across from hers.

“Bon Dieu avoir pitié, Jack!“ The boy’s father ran out of the house, interrupting him working on his car. October hissed under her breath, not wanting him to stop. She was happy though, she had learned his name. Jack, Jack, Jack.

“What’s wrong?” Jack jumped at the sound of his father’s urgent voice.

“Come see what color your mama has decided to paint the living room! Dépêche-toi!”

Jack started laughing but followed his father into the house, the hood of his car still up, his shirt left lying on the soft grass. As October watched him leave, she mouthed the words his father had spoken, his deep voice carrying a strange lilt.

October heard a thud from above her head and jumped off the counter scurrying up the stairs. Her mother’s bedroom door was open and October hurried inside, but her mother wasn’t there. There was a crash from the bathroom so she raced across the hall to find her mother staggering across the floor.

“What’s wrong Mom? Are you okay?”

“I want a wash rag. Where are all the damned wash rags!?” She slung her arm towards the towel rack, knocking over a bottle of shampoo.

“They’re in the dryer, Mom. Calm down. Go back to bed and I’ll bring you one.”

“I don’t want to go to bed! I want a wash rag!” June glared at her daughter with bloodshot eyes, her lips were taught and October knew her mother was not going to settle down easily. June shoved past her, almost knocking her into a wall and staggered out of the tiny room, and down the stairs. October hurried after her, trying as best as she could to keep her from falling. “Get the hell off me.” She slurred as she wrangled free from October’s grasp. She made her way into the kitchen, forgetting about the wash cloth she had apparently needed and started banging open all the kitchen cabinets, October following behind, closing them.

“What are you doing, Mom?”

June took off out the kitchen door, she slipped going down the front steps and staggered back to her feet. October tried to grab her arm but she jerked away in protest and stormed off across the yard towards the gravel road. She chased after June, catching up easily and tried to convince her to get back inside.

“Mom, please!” June jerked around and stared at October, their noses almost touching. October felt a hot sting run across her face and realized that her mother had just slapped her cheek.

“Mom, please!” She mocked, then pointed her finger at the house across the road. “Are you afraid they might see me? Are you embarrassed? What the hell do you know? It’s your fault that I’m like this anyway. Because of you that I couldn’t make him stay. He didn‘t want you, you little bitch. You know he has another daughter don‘t you? Traded you in just like he traded me in. You‘re no better than I am.”
October held herself together. The back of her eyes stung with unshed tears and her cheek burned, but she clenched her jaw. She would not speak to her mother in a way that she shouldn’t. And she wouldn’t allow herself to cry. She had to stay strong if she ever wanted her mother to be different. She knew what June was saying wasn’t the truth. She had nothing to do with her father leaving. June turned on October every chance she got. It was her way of lashing out. Her way of trying to make herself feel better, feel stronger. When she broke like this, she felt like she was in control of nothing and that the only thing she could control was October.

“You bitch.” Her mother threw out again and again, until she raged herself out. Tears started pouring over the rims of her eyes and down her cheeks until finally she broke against October. She fell to the ground, her daughters arms around her and sobbed, a broken woman.

“Come on Mom, let’s get you inside. I’ll make you a sandwich and some tea.” But the food never came. When they made it back to the house, June retreated up the stairs and into her room. October sighed and poured herself a new glass of sweet tea and walked outside to clean up the potted plant her mother had knocked off the front steps. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and set her glass down on the ground.

“Hey!” She heard a deep voice call. She ignored it and began cleaning up the dirt and flowers. “Hey, cher!” She glanced over her shoulder and saw Jack standing in front of his car, bare chest, sweating. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Are you okay.?”

October closed her eyes tightly and held her breath. Jack had seen everything between her and June. Her cheeks reddened to a deep scarlet and she felt like she was on fire. She couldn’t believe this had happened. Of all the things for him to see.

October had never had to worry about anyone seeing her mother the way she was. She never went out and there wasn’t anyone around for miles. Even when Lori and Abigail had lived in the house Jack lives in now, they were usually gone during the day, rambling around town and bidding at auctions and estate sales.

Mortified, October pretended not to hear him and made her way back into the house, slipping into the living room and laying down on the couch, feeling that at last, the tears that stung her eyes might finally fall.

There was a knocking at the door and October opened her eyes. She thought she had fallen into a light sleep until she glanced outside and saw that the sky was dark. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, making her way through the kitchen. Another knock and she twisted the door knob, cracking the door just enough to peek out. Beneath the security light, she could see platinum hair in curls, falling down over bare shoulders. It was Jack’s mother, dressed in a blue spaghetti strap top with tight fitting jeans and flip flops.

“Hi, I’m Marie Devereux. This is my son, Jackson.” She said extending her hand as Jack walked up behind her, pulling a shirt over his head.

“October Cleary.” Jack reached out to shake her hand as well and she felt a tingle run low in her body as she slipped her fingers into his and felt his strong grip. Suddenly she wished she could feel his hands around her, holding her.

“Nice to meet you, October. I’m sure you’ve noticed already, but we just moved in over there and I was wondering if you and your family would like to come over for dinner tonight? We’d love to have you. It’d be kind of a get to know each other thing.” October noticed again the deeply southern lilt to their voices.

“Back off a little, Ma. Give the girl some air.” Jack’s lips spread into a fatal grin that could crush any girl’s heart and showcased teeth that could rival any model from a toothpaste commercial.

“It’s okay.” October stuttered. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ll be able to. My mother is really sick tonight.”

“That’s alright. You have a great night then, and tell your mother we hope she gets better. You know where we are if you change your mind.” Marie smiled and motioned towards her house. “Bonjour, catin.”

Jack’s eyes made contact with October’s before he nodded his head and made his way back to his home. October understood. What happened today would be their secret. Jack wouldn’t tell.

A few hours later October heard a noise outside her house. She slipped open the door to investigate and found a plate of food on her front steps. In the moonlight she could see bare shoulders glinting as Jack Devereux ran across his yard.

Comment and let me know what you think!  Please keep your critism constructive!

~Darcus.

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~ by lunafleur on May 20, 2011.

2 Responses to “Fiction Friday”

  1. I definitely want to read more about Jack and October’s relationship with her mother. Can’t wait for next week!

    • Thank you. If all goes according to plan, I will participate. There will be a chance that I may not though, because my husband and I found out yesterday that I’m going through and ectopic pregnancy (it’s in my tubes), therefore I’m going to be in and out of the hospital for the next two weeks doing treatments and things of that nature. But if I don’t make it to this coming Fiction Friday, you will definitely see more of Jack and October in the future! Thanks for the kind words.

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