Chapter 2 Rainy Night

Chapter 2: Rainy Night

RAIN'S POV

The rain poured down like a relentless curtain, drumming against the pavement and sending rivulets of water swirling around Rain's feet. She splashed through the puddles, her worn-out sneakers squeaking with each step. The streets were deserted, save for the occasional passerby hurrying to find shelter from the downpour.

As she turned a corner, the streetlights had long shadows across the wet pavement, she stumbled upon a group of rough-looking men huddled under a streetlight. They eyed her up and down, their faces twisted into leering grins. The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne wafted towards her, making her stomach turn.

"What do we have here?" One of them sneered, stepping forward. His voice was like a rusty gate, scraping against Rain's nerves. "Girl in pink hair, the real life Barbie."

Rain's heart skipped a beat as she tried to push past them, but they blocked her way. She tried to stay calm, but her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Leave me alone." She managed to say.

The men laughed, their voices thick and serious. One of them reached out to grab her arm, but Rain jerked away just in time. Her elbow knocked against the wall, sending a jolt of pain through her arm.

That's when she saw him - Damon Savage, his eyes blazing with anger as he charged towards the group. His footsteps echoed off the walls, a steady drumbeat that seemed to match the pounding of Rain's heart.

"Hey, back off!" he growled, his fists clenched. His voice was low and even, but it carried a warning that made the men hesitate.

The men turned to face him, their faces twisted with aggression. But Damon didn't back down. He took down the first thug with a swift kick, followed by a series of rapid-fire punches that sent the others crashing to the ground. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was like a sickening thud, making Rain's stomach turn.

Rain watched in awe as Damon fought off her attackers. She had never seen anyone move so fast, so fluidly. When the last thug fell to the ground, Damon turned to her, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, Rain felt like she was drowning in their depths.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. He was staring into her eyes, as if searching for any signs of injury.

Rain nodded, still in shock. Damon grasped her arm and pulled her towards a taxi that had pulled up to the curb. The horn honked, a loud blast that made Rain jump.

"Come on," Damon said, opening the door and ushering her inside. "Let's get you out of here."

As the taxi sped away from the scene, Rain turned to Damon, her heart still racing.

"Thank you," she said, her voice soft and sweet.

Damon smiled. "You're welcome," he said. "But next time, maybe stick to the main roads, okay?"

Rain smiled back, feeling a spark of gratitude towards this stranger who had just saved her life. She leaned back against the seat, feeling the warmth of the taxi. The sound of the rain pattering against the roof was like music to her ears.

As the taxi drove through the rain-soaked streets, Rain couldn't help but wonder - who was this guy, really?

***

As the taxi pulled up in front of Rain's house, Damon opened the door for her and stepped out into the rain. He offered her his hand, helping her out of the taxi. Rain's eyes met his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

"Thanks for the ride," Rain said shyly.

"You're welcome," Damon replied, looking around. "I'm just glad I was able to get you out of there before things got ugly."

As they walked towards Rain's house, Damon couldn't help but notice the surroundings. The houses were cramped and rundown, with rusty corrugated iron roofs and peeling paint. The streets were narrow and dirty, with trash scattered everywhere.

"Nice neighborhood," Damon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm surprised you don't have a few chickens running around in the front yard."

Rain's eyes flashed with embarrassment. "I know sarcasm when I hear it," she muttered.

Damon chuckled. "I'm just saying. You'd think someone as beautiful as you would be able to afford a better place to live."

Rain's face grew hot with anger. "You don't know anything about me," she spat.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I think I do," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I think you're a...never mind."

Rain's eyes narrowed. "Better."

Damon shrugged. "Okay."

A group of small boys, aged 7 and 8, ran up to Rain, hugging her legs and chattering excitedly. They were dirty and disheveled, with torn clothes and scratched knees.

"Rain! Rain!" they chorused, tugging on her hands.

Rain laughed, hugging them back. "Hey, guys! What are you doing out here in the rain?"

The boys looked up at Damon with wide eyes, taking in his expensive-looking clothes and shoes.

"Who's that?" one of them asked, pointing at Damon.

Rain smiled. "That's...um...a new friend."

The boys looked at each other, then back at Damon. "Hi," they chorused, waving at him.

Damon smiled, crouching down to their level. "Hey, guys. What's up?"

The boys started chattering excitedly, telling Damon about their day. Rain watched, smiling, as Damon listened attentively.

As they stood there, the rain started to let up, leaving behind a misty veil that hung over the streets like a curtain. The air was cool and damp, filled with the scent of wet earth and leaves.

"Are they your...your brothers?" Damon asked.

"Sort of," Rain replied. "They're my neighbor's kids."

Rain's eyes met Damon's, the stare was awkward and Rain quickly looked away. Damon looked around, brushing off his pants. "I should get going," he said, looking at Rain.

Rain's heart skipped a beat. "Okay," she said, trying to sound casual.

Damon brushed off a smile. "The mosquitoes from here can get me to the hospital."

Rain's face grew hot with embarrassment. "Sorry," she muttered.

Damon chuckled, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Don't let the bugs bite."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Rain staring after him in confusion.