{ 雨の天使 }

Rain Angel

Chapter 2
[ The Rain that hurt me ]

I hate rain.
I hate the feeling of being isolated in a enclosure when it rains.
I hate myself most of the time.
Because I'm not happy.
I'm not happy when it rains.
Why does it have to rain when I'm not happy?
I hate rain.. & myself.

“Ti... Ti... Ti...”
The melody of the mobile phone sounded across the empty room.
Vibrations trembles through the floor below the bed.

“Argh....”
Wilson woke up finding himself with spinning headache.
He couldn't remember whatever happened a few hours ago.

“You shouldn't mixed 7 types of liquor together in a glass”
All he could remember was being dead drunk outside the club where he worked.

As a bartender, his job is not only mixing the drinks but also mixing with the sophisticated people that surrounds him.
The crowd was cheering him on as there was a challenge from one of the regulars who frequent the club.

“Winners, get to keep the $500?” Challenger declared.
“Any amount is welcomed,” Wilson thought as he finished his first glass with ease.
There was tense competition among the two until the 8th glass where both of them starts to sober.

Wilson held on till the 10th glass when his challenger fell to the glass that he mixed.
Wilson had won and it's not as if he had not won before.

It was raining as Wilson walked out of the club.
He was trying to balance himself while walking down the street drenched.

“Stupid rain! Everyday rain!Rain all you want!”
Wilson shouted as he pointed to the sky.

The last thing he remembered before he past out was making a phone call to wendy.
“Wen... it's me Wil..”
“Wil... ? Wilson? Do you have anything important now? At this hour?”
“Wen, I don't think I can make it home, I'm at Kuoz's”
and he just collapsed.

“Did Wendy pick me up last night?”
Wilson picked up her mobile. It was 6.30am.. It read 7 missed and a short message.

The message read.
“Wil, We have to break up.. He already know...”
Wilson dialed her phone number.

“Hello....? Wil?”
“Yeah its me...” Wilson holding his head.
“Hello.. Hello?? Wilson is that you? Can you speak up?”
“Wendy it's me, can you hear me??” Wilson tried.
“Hello??? Wilson??”
Wilson slammed the phone at the floor. It was probably damaged last night.

“That's the reason why I always hate the rain”

Wilson cursed as he make his way downstairs.

He wandered a few blocks before finally found a telephone booth in the park.
“Hello Wendy?”
Wilson tried desperately reaching her.

“Wilson.. what happen??”
Wendy asked.

“I guess my phone was damaged last night.. anyway thanks for bringing me home”
“Wilson.. listen to me..... I think we need to end our relationship”

“Why?? What happened? Tell me Wendy?”
“He knew about us, all along...”

“Hang on Wendy... “

“Want to come in?”

Wilson opened the telephone booth door as he saw a girl half drenched trying to hide from the rain.

“Yes please~ only a while.. The rain is really too big. Thanks”
The girl looked at him as he continue his conversion. She had tried not to get too close up to him to give him some privacy in appreciation for his kindness.

“So what's going to happen between us?”
Wilson responded.

“Wilson, I don't know.. please don't ask me this question”

“Wen, you'll leave him because of me?”

“No I don't think so....”

“You won't? Then what do you regard me as all the time?”
“Your Toy?????” Wilson raised his voice.

“But he's my husband!”

Wendy too raised her voice with sounds of running nose.

“Have you ever spare a thought for me? Why am I living in the shadows of him?”

“You are not living in the shadows of him, I love you...as you are”

“I worked 4 jobs for you... you know that? I've never ask from you anything, I've given you everything that I have and I'm worthless compared to him?”
Wilson seems unable to control himself.

“Wilson, please get a hold of yourself. I already told you that both of us will not have a future.”

Wilson saw the girl trying very hard to squeeze herself towards one corner.

“Wendy, you know I love you very much....”

Wilson softened as he calm down.

“Wil, I love you too.. but this is my husband we're talking. How can I leave him for you?”
Wendy pleaded.

“It's ok if you don't love me... I don't suppose we will ever see each other again”

“Wait.. what do you mean by that?? We can still meet up in future.."

“No.. you will never see me again..”

Wilson suddenly noticed the girl had been looking at him.

He looked back.

“I'm going to kill myself....”

and he put down the receiver.

[To be Cont]