KITR: Let Me In
Authors Note: Story name was changed to Let Me In
The rain was coming down in torrential sheets as Barry headed back home from Jacob's party. The windshield wipers barely kept enough rain off his windows to be useful. He would have to remember to stop by AutoZone and get some rainex and maybe new wiper blades. However, right now, he had to just concentrate a little harder on trying to see what was going on ahead of him through the rain-battered windshield. Drivers were putting on their flashers and slowing to a painstaking crawl.
His little blue Prius, surprisingly, was only mildly buffeted in the ferocity of the storm. Despite the 4 drinks he had in his system, he thought he was maneuvering the car quite well. Gusty winds had knocked down several small trees. Lightning strikes illuminated the road ahead and behind him in brief lines of electricity, as he drove the few miles from Jacob's house. Broken branches littered some of the streets as he turned onto Wilaby Ave and made his way into his neighborhood. The neighbor's garbage can lay on its side in the middle of the street forcing Barry to drive around it. Part of him really wanted to just run it over but he figured he would do more damage to his car than the can. He would be satisfied with it just rolling down the street so his snobby neighbor would have to go chasing after it. A slow smug smile graced his face as he imagined the Brit running after the tumbling plastic in the rain.
Finally sitting safely in his parking space, Barry did not cut the engine right away. Hell, the rain wasn't slowing down anytime soon according to his weather app. He reclined the driver's seat and listened to the radio while he waited for at least 10 minutes for the rain to ease up just enough for him to make a run for it. Barry sat up and finally resigned to the fact, that the storm was not going to weaken anytime soon and he was going to be soaking wet. Turning off the ignition, he palmed his keys, placed his hand on the door latch, and prepared to make a mad dash to his front door. At the last minute, he remembered the bottle of cognac that Jacob had given him before he left. There it was on the floor of the passenger seat. Barry leaned forward to retrieve it. He was looking forward to opening it once he got inside. He closed his eyes briefly as he sat back in the driver's seat. a
He imagined the slow burn of the amber liquid in his throat.
Opening his eyes, he nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped the bottle of cognac on his lap, the cap striking his knee. In the light of the headlight beams was a beautiful rain-drenched woman in a black London Fog, standing just in front of his car. Her hair was ebony with wet waves cascading that stuck to her face and collar to her shoulders. Her grey eyes were alight with something akin to surprise or maybe mischief as she smiled, seeming to beckon him out into the rain. She turned and hurried down the sidewalk and up onto the porch disappearing from sight. The headlights went dark.
Pushing open the car door, he made a mad dash up the sidewalk. The rain streamed down on him in hard pellets, drenching him to the skin in the mere moments it took him to get from the car to the relative dry cover that the shared porch provided. Several people who were visiting his new neighbor were milling about. They were drinking, chatting, and laughing as soft jazz music spilled from the interior. A few looked up as he made his way up and held up their drinks in greeting as he shook off some of the rain. He did not recognize anyone but tossed his chin up in a friendly response. He did not see the young woman in the London Fog and assumed she went inside to dry off. Something he could not wait to do himself. Turning around to face the street, he clicked the alarm on his key fob. He shivered as he pivoted back to face his front door.
As he put the key in the door, his new neighbor stuck his head out of the door.
"Hey there Barry! Hope we are not too loud." He said projecting his voice above the music, rain, and lively conversation.
"Not at all, Tom" Barry replied hesitating just a bit to see if Tom would invite him over. Tom smiled and turned to speak to one of his guests, leaving Barry to drip on his porch alone.
Tom went back inside hoping he could dissuade his cousin Annabelle from seeking out Barry. He strangely resembled her dead ex and he knew that would be a recipe for disaster. He made a mental note to apologize tomorrow and explain everything to Barry. He did not want to appear snobbish.
'Rude Fuck' Barry thought as he turned the key and entered his foyer.
[End of Sample]
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