Perpetual Rain ✓

My Memory

"No, Dad." You grumbled under your breath, eyes rolling as you continued to scroll through the mind numbing information that flashed before you as you browsed through your social media profiles in the back seat of your parent's car.

"Y/N, we just want what is best for you. If you enroll into that college you'd be too far from home. What if something happened?" You heard the concern in your mother's voice from the passenger seat. You raised your eyes just above the brim of your phone to meet her worried and tired green hues staring back at you when she turned in her seat.

"Things are going to happen, but you are acting like I don't have the knowledge to handle things on my own!" Your voice became a bit louder as you dropped your phone onto your stomach and crossed your legs that were clothed in ripped black jeans.

"Listen to your parents for once in your life, Y/N!" Your father barked in irritation. His light colored eyes peered at you through the rear view mirror, a mixture of anger and disappointment shining deep within them. A harsh wrinkle stood out between his brows, a look you were all too familiar with.

"I've been listening to you both my entire life. It's time I start making my own choices for once." Your arms moved to mimic your legs and cross against your chest, letting your head fall to the side. You stared out the window from under your dark brown bangs that graced your forehead, the hair lightly tickling at your lashes due to their length. It had been some time since you had gotten a much needed hair cut.

You watched as droplets of water splattered against the glass and were pushed back by the force of the cold wind outside. The sky was dark and unforgiving. Rain poured relentlessly down on the small road your family traveled upon on the way back home.

It was the late evening, and normally the sun would still be shining its last glorious rays of light, the sky exploding in a whirlwind of pastel colors per usual of an August evening. But today that was replaced with the sight of dull blues and gray shades that fit the situation at hand.

"It's in your best interest, and the best interest of your future if you just went to the local college and switched your major to something more realistic, Y/N."  Your father persisted, still trying to convince you.

How many times now had you had this conversation?

"I'm not changing my major and I'm not going to that school!" You said, letting your foot stomp against the car's floor board to add a physical punctuation to your statement. As stubborn as he was, you were just the same. Where did he think you got it from?

"Honey, please. There are still a few weeks before enrollment ends. At least take what we have to say into consideration." Mother once again pleaded. She was trying to keep the peace between the two of you, something she had to do far too often. The relationship between you and your father had been strained and tense since you had hit your teenage years.

"No, she will be attending the local college and switching her major. There is no more debate." Father growled as he slapped his large calloused hand, his skin worn and mind hardened by years of manual labor, against the steering wheel.

"You don't get to decide that!" Sitting up, you grabbed the back of the driver's seat and pulled yourself forward. Letting your nails sink into the car's thick black upholstery as your head leaned to the side, you inched closer to your father despite the seat belt's protest. "You can't force me to obey, Dad!" You boldly affirmed near his ear.

"Yes, I can! I'm the one paying your tuition. You will go wherever I say!" He said as he let go of the steering wheel with one hand to point back at you in his attempts to get his own point across.

"Sweetie, please sit back. It's dangerous." Your mother said as she shifted in her seat to try and capture your gaze that was still fixed on your father.

"You can't continue to control me forever, Dad! I'm old enough to make my own choices, for the last time!" You refused to lower your voice, feeling beyond your boiling point despite the chilling air in the dated grey Buick Century you rode in.

"Darling, please focus on the road..." Mother's worried eyes looked to the wet, treacherous asphalt, her dainty hand pressing against the cold plastic of the dash board in defense.

"You either listen to your parents or find a way to pay for college yourself, Y/N!" Your father's booming voice echoed one last warning in the cramped enclosure.

"FINE! I'll pay for it myself!" You shouted, releasing the seat in front of you and roughly letting your body fall back against your seat with a huff. Your eyes squeezed shut in fury.