Helpless

                                    

                                          
I hid the painting underneath my jacket as the rain hit my body like bullets piercing through my skin. The familiar scent of wet grass reminded me of when I was younger.
                          
I always loved the smell of the rain hitting the grass outside. When I would go out with my mom, we would always dance in the rain because the rain would make us sad. And I never liked it when my mom was sad.
                          
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With the water splashing up at me with every footstep, I make it to my house.
                          
I run up the front steps and fumble with the keys, holding the painting to my chest. I quickly steady my keys and unlock the door, swinging it open with all my strength.
                          
I bite my lip and lean against the wall, tossing my painting down on my kitchen counter.
                          
I put both hands on my knees, taking deep, harsh breaths as I hear my dog sprint towards me.
                          
"Hey Holly," I say, bending down to greet a fluffy, loving creature. "Awwwe, I missed you so much," I admit, letting her lick my cheeks.
                          
I pick her up and walk into the living room.
                          
My stepmom is sitting on the couch watching the weather channel, biting her fingernails with a worried expression on her face.
                          
She glances up at me, placing her hands down slowly.
                          
I watched as a gentle smile formed on her face as she got up to give me a hug.
                          
"Oh my God, I'm so happy you're home," My stepmom admits, running her hands through my hair, then kissing my forehead.
                          
"Why?" I ask, placing Holly back down on the ground.
                          
"You didn't hear about it?" She asks, looking back over at the television which is blasting the audio unbearably loud.
                          
I furrow my eyebrows as moisture begins to form in her eyes.
                          
"I'm very scared of thunderstorms like this," She admits, taking a deep breath as she feels the tear fall down her cheek,
                          
"I'm terrified of tornadoes,"
                          
I nod my head, "Me too," I reply, looking over at the TV.
                          
"This thunderstorm is not like the others we have experienced in a while. This thunderstorm is labeled as a Supercell Thunderstorm. I'm getting reports that inside this monstrous storm, there are severe rotating up drifts, which could produce a tornado," 
                          
I glance down at the bottom of the screen which reads,
                          
"Everybody in the Missouri Bates County, please seek shelter immediately," 
                          
I get a notification on my phone, breaking my gaze from the television.
                          
I quickly open my phone and read,
                          
Severe Tornado Warning In Your Area, Seek Shelter Immediately
                          
There's one problem that could potentially end both our lives...
                          
We don't have a basement nor do we have any sort of underground cover.
                          
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a/n: I don't know how to feel. this chapter was quite shit but i promise it gets better. yoonmin starts soon.