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.
