Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Summer of Corruption ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.18.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 161 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.18.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 161 | Status: Completed
Their house wasn't even a shadow of what they were accustomed to. It was barely even a fraction of that. Living in a small rundown loft, his mother was flushed with embarrassment when she saw the limo drive up.
"Is everything alright? Does it look okay?" she asked to calm her nerves.
"It looks fine mom," Rain assured her as he stirred the pot of food, adding a few ingredients while setting the stove to simmer. Tossing his apron off, he smoothed down his shirt and went to the door to greet her.
"Hi. I brought dessert and flowers. I wasn't sure if you wanted roses or lilies...so I got both." She handed him a vase of roses and another vase of lilies before taking the dessert from her driver and waving him off.
"Um...thank you," he said while trying to juggle them between his hands before setting them on a rickety table. "You look...beautiful."
She looked down at her smile dress. "Thank you..." Setting the cake on the table she smiled at his mother. "Thank you for the invite."
"You are welcome here anytime, Fiona. I am just sorry you had to see the house in such a mess. Please, sit, dinner's almost ready." She motioned to the small table as Rain nodded and started putting the finishing touches on the soup.
"It's not a mess at all." Actually...she really liked it. They actually had family photos and family games with family clothes in the hamper. She walked around the house touching the photos and the arts and crafts. A small smile played on her lips as she did so. She loved this place...it was a real home.
"That's the first piece that Rain ever wrote," his mother said, nodding to some of the music sheets that were buried together with other documents and pictures. "He's quite the little artist."
"Mom," he groaned softly.
"I can tell...it's very lovely. The chorus is very thought out."
"It's nothing really...." Turning the stove off, he moved to them and gathered up the pieces and disappeared down a hall to his room.
"I'm sorry for that, Fiona. He hasn't really even tried to write or play since we moved and we had to...get rid of his violin." Smiling at her, she then moved and started filling bowl of the soup while grabbing the rolls out of the stove.
She walked to the table and thought about the music. "Do you have any special talents?"
"Well, cooking certainly isn't one of them," she laughed. "But I do enjoy sewing, not that I consider it much of a talent. It's just a hobby of mine."
"That's nice."
"What about you, Fiona? Do you have any special talents?"
Sex. Really great sex. "I can speak about ten different languages and I know how to ride a bike...that's about it."
"Ten different languages? That's quite impressive, isn't it dear?"
Rain came back from his room and nodded, his smile back on his face. "Yes, it is. I wasn't aware that you were so fluent in different languages." Going to the table, he pulled out a chair for his mother and after she sat he pulled out a chair for Fiona.
Had to find something to do while being home all the time. "Thank you, Rain," she said and sat. "How did the name Rain come about?"
"That's actually an interesting story," his mother said. "You see, back before he was born we were suffering from a terrible drought. The entire country was suffering. Well, I kept praying that a miracle would happen. Crops were dying and people didn't have enough food to eat. I was so worried about all of this, that I went into labor early. As soon as Rain was born and he started crying, it started raining. It was the most beautiful thing. We were all so shocked that when the nurse asked my husband what his son's name was, all he could say was 'Rain'. So that's what they wrote down on his birth certificate."
"And it's haunted me ever since," he sighed.
"That's...so nice..." she whispered. She didn't know anything about her name...or about how she was born. Or about her early days. The most her parents said to her was about what a horrible person she was.
"It's not that nice," he said, noticing the look in her eyes. "Especially when you have people calling you Weatherman all the time."
She smiled. "Who would call you such a thing?"
"Yes, you’re name is so lovely Rain!"
He cleared his throat and blew on his soup. "Oh, it's just something someone called me once," he smiled.
"How rude," she smiled and started eating.
"So what do you think of the soup dear? I tried to make some, but I ended up burning it so Rain had to prepare it."
"It's wonderful. Thank you."
"I'm glad you like it. So tell me about your family, Fiona. What do your parents do for a living?"
"My father owes the Dior Corporation. Not the fashion, but the architect. He has companies all around the world. My mother is an architect so she works with him."
"I see. The life of an architect is very hectic," she laughed. "When I was a young girl I dated an architect and I swore to never do it again!"
"Trust me...I know..."
Clearing his throat, Rain smiled at Fiona. "So I was thinking that perhaps on the weekends since Fiona is letting us join her in her box during the opera, the least we could do would be treat her to dinner during the weekend."
"That is a lovely idea! Fiona, we'd love to have you and your family over whenever you like. Every weekend you are more than welcome to join us for a family dinner if you'd like."
"Oh...I don't think I can. It's nice of you...but I can't," she said.
"Oh please come, Fiona. It's the least we can do, and Rain has taken such a liking to you. Your all he can talk about when he gets home."
Rain's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as mortification began to set in. "Mom!"
Fiona looked over at Rain. "I'll...think about it."
Rain avoided her gaze. Clearing his throat, he excused himself so that he could get the dessert that she brought over. Once they were all settled with their desserts, they talked and laughed some more while Rain's mother tried to embarrass him to death. Once the night was over, she called for her limo and he walked her to the door. "I hope that you had a goodnight, tonight Fiona. It was...really nice having you over."
"Yes, thank you. I'll see you at school," she said then walked to her limo.
He watched her get in her limo and drive away. Afterward he slumped against the door and sighed. Longest night of his life...but it was also really fun.
Fiona decided as soon as she got home that she would never go to his place again. Normally, she never cared who she lied to...but she didn't like lying to Rain's mother. She was nice...and a real mom. If she went over there, his mother would ask more about her life and her parents. Eventually...Fiona would run out of lies.
At school the next day, Rain was greeted by Veronica. "Hey!" she smiled.
"Hello," he said, trying his best hard glare but failing miserably.
"So, I'm sorry for lying to you the other day. It's just I really like you, Rain. You're cute. So I was wondering if you might want to go out some time?"
Rain hesitated as he shifted. A girl was actually asking him out!? But she had lied before. It was all some joke to her...but she seemed sincere now, right?
Fiona appeared next to him. "So I want you to play that music you wrote at my place today."
"Huh? What?"
"Sorry, Fiona, but he can't. He and I have a date tonight," Veronica said as she tugged on his arm.
He looked at her, confused. He hadn't agreed to it. "Wait...what?"
"Ok. Whatever." She shrugged and started to class.
"Wait...Fiona." Pulling from Veronica, he moved to her. "You...really want to hear my music?"
She turned to him. "Why would I say it if I didn't mean it? I mean, I don't invite just anyone into my house."
"Well...I'd like that," he said slowly. "But I can't. I don't have a violin to play it on."
"That's ok. I'm taking care of that."
"What? No, you don't have to do anything Fiona. I really couldn't pay you back for it."
"Why don't you just stop talking? Call your mom and ask her if you can come over. I hope she'll let you even though she knows my parents are gone now." She pulled him to class just as it was starting.
"So guess who will be going over to little miss perfect's house today?"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," James said as he flicked his cigarette away. "That idiot must have a death wish."
Fiona took some of Rain's books and put them in her locker. She looked at the time. "You should call your mom. School's almost over."
"Okay. I'll head to the office and give her a call now. I'll need her to bring my sheet music anyways."
"Tell her to bring an extra copy of it."
"Why?"
"Just ask her. You ask way too many questions."
"I'm a curious person," he said with a smile. "I'll meet you back in class."
"Yeah."
Going down the hall to the office, henoticed that nearly everyone was already in their classrooms, leaving the hallway quite empty. It was almost creepy, giving him the feeling of his hair standing on the back of his neck. Shaking it off, he'd nearly made it to the office before a hand grabbed him and pulled him into an empty room. Tossing him into one of the desk, he winced as it slammed into his side.
"What part of 'stay the fuck away from Fiona' don't you get?" James asked as he locked the door behind him and pulled down the blind over the window so no one could see them. "Do you honestly think you have a chance with her?"
Rain winced as he held his side. "It's not like that," he said as he stared at him. "I mean...I like her...but we're nothing to each other. She said so herself!"
"God you're dense," he muttered before backhanding him into a desk. Grabbing him back by the throat, he made him sit up and face him. "Listen to me. You're going to quit talking to her. You're going to quit seeing her. You're going to pretend she doesn't exist. Got it?"
Blood slipped form his cracked lip as he stared into James's dark eyes. "No.... She's my friend. I'm going to play the violin for her because she asked me to."
Roling his eyes, James grabbed him and started dragging him to the teacher's desk. "I see, and you need your fingers to play the violin don't you?"
Opening up one of the drawers, he forced Rain's hand onto the desk and his fingers inside the drawer. As Rain realized what was about to happen, he began to pull back and struggle. "No! Stop!"
"Nope. Not until you realize you're no good for her." With a quick thrust, he slammed the drawer shut, resulting in a sickening cracking sound coming from Rain's fingers. The boy started to scream, but James cupped his mouth and forced him to be quiet. "If you scream, or even think of seeing Fiona again you will lose both hands. Got it?"
With wide eyes, Rain slowly nodded. James smirked and patted him on the back. "Good boy. You're not so dumb after at all." With a chuckle, he left the room, leaving Rain sniffling and clutching his broken fingers to his chest.
Just as he was leaving, Fiona slammed a book into his face. She watched him tumble to the ground. "Did you honestly think I didn't know it was you fucking with him? People talk all the damn time. And I listen." She kicked him hard in the ribs. "I made you, James. And I will break you. Don't fuck with him again." She opened the door and looked at Rain. "Come on. My limo's taking you to the hospital."
James hissed as blood seeped from his nose and he held his ribs. "Damn it, Fi! I'm just trying to help!"
Rain didn't object. Clutching his hand to his chest, he followed her out, moving quickly past James as the later was getting up and glaring at him with murderous intent. "I'm sorry," Rain said, fighting back tears and the pain. "I won't be able to play for you today."
"Don't worry about it. But I insist on paying your medical bill for this." She told him to go outside before looking at James. "This is your last warning. Stay the fuck out of my life. I was serious when I said I was done with you." She walked out and got into her limo.
At the hospital, she had her personal doctor take a look at him. His mother was called of course.
While the doctor's were looking at his hand, his mother flew to the hospital. Leaving tire marks in front of the hospital where she slammed on breaks, she hurried to find Fiona. "Fiona!? What happened? Where's Rain? Is he alright?"
She looked at him as she was signing some papers. "It's my fault. Some boys were picking on me and he stood up to them. I'm so sorry. I've already paid for his bill and I promise to make it up to your family."
"I see." His mother gave a sigh of relief when she heard that. "When I heard he was in the hospital I was afraid something terrible had happened to my baby." She smiled at Fiona, the look on her face a mixture of relief and worry. "I'm glad that you are alright, and while I usually scold Rain for fighting, I'm glad he did in this case. It's one thing for him to fight for the sake of fighting, but to fight for a beautiful girl is another thing entirely." Her brave words faded when Rain walked in, his left hand in a cast so his fingers could heal. At which point his mother broke down in tears as she hugged him and began showering him in kisses while calling him an idiot.
Fiona watched with soft eyes as his mother fawned over him. Was that what real mothers did? She looked at her arm. The makeup had come off when she wiped some of Rain's blood from her. Her mother's hand print was burned into her skin along with the nail marks from where she had dug her nails into her. Covering her arm with her hand she looked back at his mother.
"Thank you for bringing him to the hospital," his mother said once she had managed to pry herself from it. "Would you like to come over? I've got an almost edible chocolate cake with your name on it."
She shook her head quickly as she hid her arm behind her back. "No. I should get home. I'm...really sorry that he got hurt because of me."
Rain reached out with his good hand and took her hand in his. "Please?" he asked while being more than slightly doped up on pain killers. "I'd like the company."
She owed him. "Alright. But...I'm buying dinner."
"Don't...even think about it." He smiled and laughed lightly, the drugs starting to take effect. "I can make...excellent food with only a hand tied behind my back!"
"Yeah...not going to happen."
"Can we get a wheel chair for him? I don't think he's going to make it to the car," his mother said in a worried tone. Sure enough as they brought him a wheel chair he fell back into it with a laugh.
"The drugs will keep him out of it for a few hours," the doctor told her as he handed her a prescription for pills. "And these should help with the pain."
"Thank you."
"You know, Fiona, you're really really pretty!"
"Um...thanks?" She walked with them to the car and covered her arm with her bag as they got in. When they got to their place she sighed when she saw a box with a bow one it. "Surprise..."
"What is this dear?" His mother asked as she picked up the box, trying to keep an eye on Rain who was barely able to stand at this point.
Fiona let him lean on her while his mother opened the door. "A present for drug boy. It's a violin. It was a thank you for all the help he's been doing for me lately. No I feel like I owe him five...one for each finger.”
"Is everything alright? Does it look okay?" she asked to calm her nerves.
"It looks fine mom," Rain assured her as he stirred the pot of food, adding a few ingredients while setting the stove to simmer. Tossing his apron off, he smoothed down his shirt and went to the door to greet her.
"Hi. I brought dessert and flowers. I wasn't sure if you wanted roses or lilies...so I got both." She handed him a vase of roses and another vase of lilies before taking the dessert from her driver and waving him off.
"Um...thank you," he said while trying to juggle them between his hands before setting them on a rickety table. "You look...beautiful."
She looked down at her smile dress. "Thank you..." Setting the cake on the table she smiled at his mother. "Thank you for the invite."
"You are welcome here anytime, Fiona. I am just sorry you had to see the house in such a mess. Please, sit, dinner's almost ready." She motioned to the small table as Rain nodded and started putting the finishing touches on the soup.
"It's not a mess at all." Actually...she really liked it. They actually had family photos and family games with family clothes in the hamper. She walked around the house touching the photos and the arts and crafts. A small smile played on her lips as she did so. She loved this place...it was a real home.
"That's the first piece that Rain ever wrote," his mother said, nodding to some of the music sheets that were buried together with other documents and pictures. "He's quite the little artist."
"Mom," he groaned softly.
"I can tell...it's very lovely. The chorus is very thought out."
"It's nothing really...." Turning the stove off, he moved to them and gathered up the pieces and disappeared down a hall to his room.
"I'm sorry for that, Fiona. He hasn't really even tried to write or play since we moved and we had to...get rid of his violin." Smiling at her, she then moved and started filling bowl of the soup while grabbing the rolls out of the stove.
She walked to the table and thought about the music. "Do you have any special talents?"
"Well, cooking certainly isn't one of them," she laughed. "But I do enjoy sewing, not that I consider it much of a talent. It's just a hobby of mine."
"That's nice."
"What about you, Fiona? Do you have any special talents?"
Sex. Really great sex. "I can speak about ten different languages and I know how to ride a bike...that's about it."
"Ten different languages? That's quite impressive, isn't it dear?"
Rain came back from his room and nodded, his smile back on his face. "Yes, it is. I wasn't aware that you were so fluent in different languages." Going to the table, he pulled out a chair for his mother and after she sat he pulled out a chair for Fiona.
Had to find something to do while being home all the time. "Thank you, Rain," she said and sat. "How did the name Rain come about?"
"That's actually an interesting story," his mother said. "You see, back before he was born we were suffering from a terrible drought. The entire country was suffering. Well, I kept praying that a miracle would happen. Crops were dying and people didn't have enough food to eat. I was so worried about all of this, that I went into labor early. As soon as Rain was born and he started crying, it started raining. It was the most beautiful thing. We were all so shocked that when the nurse asked my husband what his son's name was, all he could say was 'Rain'. So that's what they wrote down on his birth certificate."
"And it's haunted me ever since," he sighed.
"That's...so nice..." she whispered. She didn't know anything about her name...or about how she was born. Or about her early days. The most her parents said to her was about what a horrible person she was.
"It's not that nice," he said, noticing the look in her eyes. "Especially when you have people calling you Weatherman all the time."
She smiled. "Who would call you such a thing?"
"Yes, you’re name is so lovely Rain!"
He cleared his throat and blew on his soup. "Oh, it's just something someone called me once," he smiled.
"How rude," she smiled and started eating.
"So what do you think of the soup dear? I tried to make some, but I ended up burning it so Rain had to prepare it."
"It's wonderful. Thank you."
"I'm glad you like it. So tell me about your family, Fiona. What do your parents do for a living?"
"My father owes the Dior Corporation. Not the fashion, but the architect. He has companies all around the world. My mother is an architect so she works with him."
"I see. The life of an architect is very hectic," she laughed. "When I was a young girl I dated an architect and I swore to never do it again!"
"Trust me...I know..."
Clearing his throat, Rain smiled at Fiona. "So I was thinking that perhaps on the weekends since Fiona is letting us join her in her box during the opera, the least we could do would be treat her to dinner during the weekend."
"That is a lovely idea! Fiona, we'd love to have you and your family over whenever you like. Every weekend you are more than welcome to join us for a family dinner if you'd like."
"Oh...I don't think I can. It's nice of you...but I can't," she said.
"Oh please come, Fiona. It's the least we can do, and Rain has taken such a liking to you. Your all he can talk about when he gets home."
Rain's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as mortification began to set in. "Mom!"
Fiona looked over at Rain. "I'll...think about it."
Rain avoided her gaze. Clearing his throat, he excused himself so that he could get the dessert that she brought over. Once they were all settled with their desserts, they talked and laughed some more while Rain's mother tried to embarrass him to death. Once the night was over, she called for her limo and he walked her to the door. "I hope that you had a goodnight, tonight Fiona. It was...really nice having you over."
"Yes, thank you. I'll see you at school," she said then walked to her limo.
He watched her get in her limo and drive away. Afterward he slumped against the door and sighed. Longest night of his life...but it was also really fun.
Fiona decided as soon as she got home that she would never go to his place again. Normally, she never cared who she lied to...but she didn't like lying to Rain's mother. She was nice...and a real mom. If she went over there, his mother would ask more about her life and her parents. Eventually...Fiona would run out of lies.
At school the next day, Rain was greeted by Veronica. "Hey!" she smiled.
"Hello," he said, trying his best hard glare but failing miserably.
"So, I'm sorry for lying to you the other day. It's just I really like you, Rain. You're cute. So I was wondering if you might want to go out some time?"
Rain hesitated as he shifted. A girl was actually asking him out!? But she had lied before. It was all some joke to her...but she seemed sincere now, right?
Fiona appeared next to him. "So I want you to play that music you wrote at my place today."
"Huh? What?"
"Sorry, Fiona, but he can't. He and I have a date tonight," Veronica said as she tugged on his arm.
He looked at her, confused. He hadn't agreed to it. "Wait...what?"
"Ok. Whatever." She shrugged and started to class.
"Wait...Fiona." Pulling from Veronica, he moved to her. "You...really want to hear my music?"
She turned to him. "Why would I say it if I didn't mean it? I mean, I don't invite just anyone into my house."
"Well...I'd like that," he said slowly. "But I can't. I don't have a violin to play it on."
"That's ok. I'm taking care of that."
"What? No, you don't have to do anything Fiona. I really couldn't pay you back for it."
"Why don't you just stop talking? Call your mom and ask her if you can come over. I hope she'll let you even though she knows my parents are gone now." She pulled him to class just as it was starting.
"So guess who will be going over to little miss perfect's house today?"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," James said as he flicked his cigarette away. "That idiot must have a death wish."
Fiona took some of Rain's books and put them in her locker. She looked at the time. "You should call your mom. School's almost over."
"Okay. I'll head to the office and give her a call now. I'll need her to bring my sheet music anyways."
"Tell her to bring an extra copy of it."
"Why?"
"Just ask her. You ask way too many questions."
"I'm a curious person," he said with a smile. "I'll meet you back in class."
"Yeah."
Going down the hall to the office, henoticed that nearly everyone was already in their classrooms, leaving the hallway quite empty. It was almost creepy, giving him the feeling of his hair standing on the back of his neck. Shaking it off, he'd nearly made it to the office before a hand grabbed him and pulled him into an empty room. Tossing him into one of the desk, he winced as it slammed into his side.
"What part of 'stay the fuck away from Fiona' don't you get?" James asked as he locked the door behind him and pulled down the blind over the window so no one could see them. "Do you honestly think you have a chance with her?"
Rain winced as he held his side. "It's not like that," he said as he stared at him. "I mean...I like her...but we're nothing to each other. She said so herself!"
"God you're dense," he muttered before backhanding him into a desk. Grabbing him back by the throat, he made him sit up and face him. "Listen to me. You're going to quit talking to her. You're going to quit seeing her. You're going to pretend she doesn't exist. Got it?"
Blood slipped form his cracked lip as he stared into James's dark eyes. "No.... She's my friend. I'm going to play the violin for her because she asked me to."
Roling his eyes, James grabbed him and started dragging him to the teacher's desk. "I see, and you need your fingers to play the violin don't you?"
Opening up one of the drawers, he forced Rain's hand onto the desk and his fingers inside the drawer. As Rain realized what was about to happen, he began to pull back and struggle. "No! Stop!"
"Nope. Not until you realize you're no good for her." With a quick thrust, he slammed the drawer shut, resulting in a sickening cracking sound coming from Rain's fingers. The boy started to scream, but James cupped his mouth and forced him to be quiet. "If you scream, or even think of seeing Fiona again you will lose both hands. Got it?"
With wide eyes, Rain slowly nodded. James smirked and patted him on the back. "Good boy. You're not so dumb after at all." With a chuckle, he left the room, leaving Rain sniffling and clutching his broken fingers to his chest.
Just as he was leaving, Fiona slammed a book into his face. She watched him tumble to the ground. "Did you honestly think I didn't know it was you fucking with him? People talk all the damn time. And I listen." She kicked him hard in the ribs. "I made you, James. And I will break you. Don't fuck with him again." She opened the door and looked at Rain. "Come on. My limo's taking you to the hospital."
James hissed as blood seeped from his nose and he held his ribs. "Damn it, Fi! I'm just trying to help!"
Rain didn't object. Clutching his hand to his chest, he followed her out, moving quickly past James as the later was getting up and glaring at him with murderous intent. "I'm sorry," Rain said, fighting back tears and the pain. "I won't be able to play for you today."
"Don't worry about it. But I insist on paying your medical bill for this." She told him to go outside before looking at James. "This is your last warning. Stay the fuck out of my life. I was serious when I said I was done with you." She walked out and got into her limo.
At the hospital, she had her personal doctor take a look at him. His mother was called of course.
While the doctor's were looking at his hand, his mother flew to the hospital. Leaving tire marks in front of the hospital where she slammed on breaks, she hurried to find Fiona. "Fiona!? What happened? Where's Rain? Is he alright?"
She looked at him as she was signing some papers. "It's my fault. Some boys were picking on me and he stood up to them. I'm so sorry. I've already paid for his bill and I promise to make it up to your family."
"I see." His mother gave a sigh of relief when she heard that. "When I heard he was in the hospital I was afraid something terrible had happened to my baby." She smiled at Fiona, the look on her face a mixture of relief and worry. "I'm glad that you are alright, and while I usually scold Rain for fighting, I'm glad he did in this case. It's one thing for him to fight for the sake of fighting, but to fight for a beautiful girl is another thing entirely." Her brave words faded when Rain walked in, his left hand in a cast so his fingers could heal. At which point his mother broke down in tears as she hugged him and began showering him in kisses while calling him an idiot.
Fiona watched with soft eyes as his mother fawned over him. Was that what real mothers did? She looked at her arm. The makeup had come off when she wiped some of Rain's blood from her. Her mother's hand print was burned into her skin along with the nail marks from where she had dug her nails into her. Covering her arm with her hand she looked back at his mother.
"Thank you for bringing him to the hospital," his mother said once she had managed to pry herself from it. "Would you like to come over? I've got an almost edible chocolate cake with your name on it."
She shook her head quickly as she hid her arm behind her back. "No. I should get home. I'm...really sorry that he got hurt because of me."
Rain reached out with his good hand and took her hand in his. "Please?" he asked while being more than slightly doped up on pain killers. "I'd like the company."
She owed him. "Alright. But...I'm buying dinner."
"Don't...even think about it." He smiled and laughed lightly, the drugs starting to take effect. "I can make...excellent food with only a hand tied behind my back!"
"Yeah...not going to happen."
"Can we get a wheel chair for him? I don't think he's going to make it to the car," his mother said in a worried tone. Sure enough as they brought him a wheel chair he fell back into it with a laugh.
"The drugs will keep him out of it for a few hours," the doctor told her as he handed her a prescription for pills. "And these should help with the pain."
"Thank you."
"You know, Fiona, you're really really pretty!"
"Um...thanks?" She walked with them to the car and covered her arm with her bag as they got in. When they got to their place she sighed when she saw a box with a bow one it. "Surprise..."
"What is this dear?" His mother asked as she picked up the box, trying to keep an eye on Rain who was barely able to stand at this point.
Fiona let him lean on her while his mother opened the door. "A present for drug boy. It's a violin. It was a thank you for all the help he's been doing for me lately. No I feel like I owe him five...one for each finger.”