October Rain

October Rain is the novel that I am currently working on.  Posted here is the first chapter, to hopefully make you want to read more!  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.

October Rain
Chapter One

October Rain Cleary was a girl that didn’t know herself. She would spend hours sitting in her room writing. She always thought that maybe someday, one of the characters she had created would inspire some knowledge within herself to finally realize that she was writing about October. But the day never came. Her characters continued to resemble the idealized version of herself, never really capturing who the author was trying to make them come to life as. Instead of long black hair, they would have chin length blonde, red, or brown. Eyes would be hazel, or blue the color of the sky, never green, never the same color of emerald as the jewel that she always wore on her middle finger, right hand. They’re breasts would be larger, never the bosom that October, herself had adorned since the day she had hit puberty when she was nine years old. The bosom that had constantly had her in the eye of torment. Even when the boys around her had grown to appreciate such looks as she had always had, the girls would torment her and make her realize that just because boys find you pretty, doesn’t mean you really were. At least that was what mattered. Right? This was what October had grown up to believe.

Her characters would be hopeful and adventurous, risk takers. She thought of herself as mature, responsible in nature, never acting childish or playing around in the back yard. She was a woman in a girls body, a woman that never got to act like the girl she really was. Her parents had divorced when she was fourteen years old after Robert, her father, took it upon himself to have multiple acts of indiscretion. June Cleary, her mother, had practically gone mad after learning that her husband had been leading a separate life for the past eight years. After seeing dozens of women, he had finally settled down with one years younger than June and ended up having another daughter. Even after so many years of lies and deceit, neither woman knew of each other, neither daughter knowing that there was another child, another sibling until one day his two worlds had collided and one of them, June and October’s reality, had crumbled to the ground. After the divorce, he finally married the other woman and moved in with her for real. No more business trips with a boss the didn’t really exist on an expensive jet that didn’t really fly. The lies seemed very extravagant and exaggerated, but October’s father had been able to pull them off nicely. He had succeeded in holding up two different families with that lie, all of them believing until one day, he just couldn’t hold up his lies as well.

Her mother, June, practically became a recluse after her ring was gone and her name didn’t hold the right kind of sound to it any longer. Jack Daniels had become her best friend instead of her girlfriends, and no man had stepped foot in the Cleary home ever again with any intentions of romantic interest towards June Edith. Her demeanor had changed from that of a loving wife and mother who would sit on the screened in porch of their country home and paint rivers and wildflowers to a woman who wouldn’t know what to do with a paintbrush if you handed it to her, except maybe throw it at her daughters midnight hair. When June would actually make an effort to step outside of her bedroom walls, throwing things would become a regular occasion. But June rarely left the confines of her four tattered walls and whisky coated air. October had actually managed to slip into her mother’s bedroom once with the goal of opening the window to let in the night air, and ended up sleeping on the porch swing breathing the scent of the oncoming thunder storm until morning, when her mother had sobered up and realized that she had thrown her daughter out of the house. She let her inside peacefully, her eyes tired, but for the moment holding a little bit of the brightness that used to fill her heart. And then June poured another glass of whisky.

Four long years had passed since that night and October, a real woman now, had slipped passed her mothers locked door, in retreat of the kitchen for breakfast. The night before October had graduated top in her class with special recognition in English and Writing. She hadn’t gone to a party or hung out with friends, as if she had any, and only stayed at the school long enough to get a few handshakes from teachers that had found interest in her talents and wanted to congratulate her. Instead of acting as a normal eighteen year old freshly out of high school, she walked home surrounded by the humid night and the sound of crickets. In her rush to get ready that morning she had forgotten to check the mail, so her slim fingers pulled open the box. A single envelop. There were no graduation cards or letters. There weren’t even any letters from colleges around her area as October had no interest in pursuing her education. Anything she could learn in college, she didn’t really need to know. All she wanted to do was write. She didn’t need a college degree for that.

She pulled out the manila envelope and tucked it under her arm knowing already what it was and the contents that would lay inside it. She settled into an uncomfortable kitchen chair and lay the package onto the table. She stared at it for a moment. This single piece of mail had been the only thing holding October up for all of these years. Inside it were bills. Her uncle Teddy Leighton had been sending them since that first year when June, his sister, lost her job. He had visited once after her mother’s decline and invited October to spend the rest of her school years with he and his wife Michelle. They were in their upper forties and Teddy had settled into an early retirement while his wife wrote a rather successful series of children’s novels for a living. Although it was hard to resist responsible adults and being under her aunt Michelle’s writing wing, October turned the invite down. She had decided to stay and look after her mother, hoping that maybe one day she would be able to turn her life around.

After his visit, October had begun receiving packages in the mail each month. No return address or letter inside. Each package contained nothing but a decent sum of cash to get her by. Nothing major, just enough to buy food, clothes, and pay the little bills that she had. Food wasn’t much, as she was basically just buying for herself. June ate very little, and on more than one occasion had lost her food to the bathroom toilet. October rarely bought clothes as she could now fit into her mothers old ones and her bills, just water and electricity. October was a very conservative girl, smart about turning lights off and only running the water when she had to. She didn’t have to worry about rent, as her parents had built the house years before she was born and everything, money-wise had already been taken care of. She was thankful for that.

When she first started receiving the money, she had phoned her uncle Teddy and asked him about it. He denied that he had sent it, and suggested that maybe it was her father. He hadn’t been trying to fool her or hurt her, just trying to slip a little hope into her brain that someone still cared, and that maybe her father was out there somewhere, thinking about the well being of the daughter he had left behind. October never believed the story and took the money, appreciating every dollar.

With homemade biscuits in the oven and gravy on the stove, October glanced out the kitchen window as a moving truck pulled into the only house around for miles. It had been empty for at least a year. She had enjoyed the company of the previous tenants, Lori and Abigail Marters, two sisters from up north. They were the only people she had ever really spoken to and gotten to know. She’d walk across the road at least once a week to have fried potatoes, salmon patties, and afterwards, homemade cherry pie, Abigail’s specialty. Their houses were just a little ways apart from each other on opposites sides of the gravel road that led out to a back road into town. Surrounding both houses was a forest, not very thick but lining the road until it reached blacktop. Behind October’s was a small little back yard that extended out towards the tree line. Right through trees, almost visible from the back of the house, was the river. October loved to go sit on the bank with nothing but the trees and animals and the sound of the occasional fish plopping to the surface of the water. It was a perfect place for her and her pad of paper, pen in hand.

The sound of the back of the moving truck slamming down broke October’s concentration as she stirred her gravy. Barely, she could hear voices and she poked her head out the front door to investigate. There was a woman who looked to be in her late thirties, very feminine with a light pink strapless dress and her almost platinum blonde hair pulled into a high pony tail. She resembled some of October’s characters to perfection and she instantly became envious. A taller man with dark brown hair kissed her pale cheek before he carried a box into the house. And then October saw him. He looked about 6’1, had short dark brown hair like his fathers, and a smooth forehead that led into brooding eyebrows. Above the swell of his lips, a nose that looked like it may have been broken at some point in his young years. October could see the bulge in his biceps as he helped his father carry a recliner up the steps. As she continued to stare and feel a flutter inside her body that she had never known to exist before that moment, her breakfast was burning in the kitchen.

October Rain Cleary didn’t know herself. She didn’t understand who she was or what she wanted to do with her life. She would sit on the bank of the river surrounded by nature, or in her bedroom with the sounds of her drunk mother in the next room, and create characters embodying what she wanted to be. October Rain Cleary had no idea who she was. Until the summer she met Jack Devereux.

Read Chapter Two —>

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10 Responses to “October Rain”

  1. Sounds like a love story is about to begin! I’m interested to find out just who October really is and how Jack Devereux is going to help her find herself. Thank you for participating in Fiction Friday. I do hope you’ll read others’ writings and join us next Friday. Happy Weekend!

    • Thank you very much. I have to admit, I’m curious myself. I have a few chapters written and I’m learning my characters and the story as I go along. So I can’t wait to see how they save each other. And I will definitely be joining you next Friday! I’ve enjoyed myself, thus far and I’ve loved reading other peoples’ stories.

  2. A love story of sorts amidst a chaotic existence! Cool!
    I can’t wait to ‘hear’ the dialog!

  3. I love that Tricia has started this Friday feature. It’s giving me an opportunity to read the words of creative folks such as yourself.

  4. The beginnings of a very interesting story. I agree with “Middle Age Mom”, I look forward to hearing these characters speak. I love the repetition of the beginning in the end of the chapter.

  5. […] <—Read Chapter One. […]

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