A/N: This story is inspired by a night of daydream and boredom.
I've never seen many Interracial+Incest stories so...I decided to try it out. Hopefully it turns out great. ^^
(P.S; No intercourse or sexual content other than kissing will occur between characters unless they are 18+. Currently Naomi is 17.)
Enjoy.
oOo
Lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by thunder as rain fell heavily down and hit the asphalt.
Naomi Williams was loosely sprawled across the couch, her big gray eyes staring out the glass that separated her from the rest of the world.
It was raining heavily, thunder and lightning filling the skies as dark gray clouds drifted by.
Most people she knew didn't like the storms. Her best friend, Lisa, in particular hated them.
The girl was justified of course. She had severe agoraphobia and astraphobia, and that alone made her prone to panic attacks in many situations.
Naomi had made sure to walk the girl home before returning to her own house, knowing Lisa would probably be locked in her room by now and covering her ears as thunder roared in the sky.
But unlike Lisa, Naomi was actually fond of storms. Not because of the lightning or the thunder, but because of the rain.
She loved the way rain felt. The way it sounded. The way it looked. She loved everything about it. When she saw rain she never felt depressed or sad, instead she would feel an overwhelming feeling of peace.
That of course had to be because of her mother.
Elle Williams had been a generous and somewhat eccentric woman. Everyone in Gray Village had loved her.
She was never angry, never afraid. She constantly helped others and could bring a smile to the lips of even a person with a heart of stone.
One thing that everyone knew about Elle, was that she was completely fascinated with rain. She drew it, wrote songs about it, and she would never miss a chance to dance in it whenever a storm hit.
When Naomi was little and when her mother was still around, both her and Naomi would hurriedly put on their coats and rush outside to dance in the rain and stick out their tongues to let the cold drops fall inside of their mouths.
Naomi's father would simply watch from the window, laughing and shaking his head at his families playful aura. Sometimes Naomi could convince him to join them, but more often than not he would kindly refuse.
Back then everything had been perfect really. When the rain would stop both Naomi and her mother would go inside and warm themselves up while Naomi's father would prepare them a warm meal.
They would laugh and joke and chat avidly until Naomi fell asleep in her parents arms.
Everything back then had been filled with happy memories. She had been happy. All of them had been happy.
But now many years later as Naomi stared out at the rain, a solemn expression on her face and tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, Naomi realized just how drastically things had changed.
Once upon a time she had been an innocent little girl content with her life. She had a loving family, plenty of friends, a wonderful home and everything she could ever want.
She had never had a reason to cry. And briefly she wondered if she had taken things for granted. Of course, how much could an eight year old girl take for granted when she was as naive as they came?
Naomi sighed and turned away from the window, eyeing the TV across from her as the news forecast played on the screen.
That naive girl had quickly been forced to mature. Her mother was dead, murdered, and now several feet beneath the dirt.
For weeks the death had flashed through the news. Victim to a hit and run car accident. Murdered by a gunshot and a gas explosion.
Shock had been Naomi and her fathers companion, along with the rest of the town. Everything, her life and her heart, had shattered and fell apart.
Elle was dead before she even reached the hospital. That was just the beginning of a downward spiral of events.
Her father grew depressed shortly after; neglecting Naomi and rarely returning home.
Her fellow students had shown her pity, as rest as most of the town. A large memorial had been in honor of Elle, but the only thing present during the event had been tears.
Naomi slowly withdrew herself from everyone, including Lisa and her father. It was like the effort to go on had been switched off.
Her grades went down, her social interaction went null. No one knew how to snap her out of it. She treated each day as if in a silent, cold daze.
Even the teachers had contacted her father, requesting him to talk some sense in her. They had tried to get her into counseling, but spending a day with someone paid to act like they cared wasn't something Naomi could agree with.
Like everything else, things became worse before they got better. Naomi's father took comfort in drowning his sorrows in alcohol. He never touched Naomi of course.
Even when he lost his temper with her, he would never hit her. Her father would have rather killed himself, because even though he had lost his wife he still loved Naomi no matter what.
But that didn't mean he took it well. They had rarely spoken through the years, the occasional 'Good morning' and 'How was your day' being their usual greeting.
Even now, 9 years later, they still didn't speak to each other much. They had regained some of their lost closeness, but Naomi was still as distant as ever.
She was constantly swamped with school and work. And when she wasn't busy with that, she was cleaning the house, checking over Lisa, or making sure her father hadn't forgotten to pay the bills.
It was almost as if she were a robot. She could smile again, laugh again. But it was always forced. Life without Elle in it was barely a life at all, but Naomi was too much of a coward to join her mother in death.
So she endured, and endured, and endured some more. The rain helped her go on. Even though it now brought a painful clench to her heart, she could still get lost in the sound and let the cool sensation of it wash over her.
It brought back painful memories, but it brought back wonderful ones too. And for that, she was grateful.
Faintly she grew aware of a throbbing pain on her arm that she had ignored before, but she refused to lift her sleeve to look at the large bruises there again.
During one of her depressed phases, Naomi had gotten involved with Prince Long, a handsome boy at her school.
He had seemed charming at first, and he never questioned her or pitied her, which was something Naomi found comfort in. Their relationship had gone long term, and her father hadn't seemed to mind or even care really.
But recently Prince had been getting a little too aggressive toward her. Lisa disliked him immensely, but even she didn't know about how he would lose his temper and sometimes hurt Naomi.
