Who will help
Marcus normally didn’t mind the rain, he even liked it when he was at home but as he was driving his car over the wet dark street, he was glad that there was no one else around in this weather and that it would only be 35 minutes left till he would be home. His parents were probably already asleep, they would get up even earlier than normally since the stormy weather that had hung over them the last weeks must have left them with some damage to their lands that they would have to fix.
The last time they had to deal with a storm as bad as this Marcus had only heard from it through the occasional letter one of his older brothers sent him. His mother had been so busy with looking over all of the repairs that had been needed. Managing all the workers and repairs was a job only she could do without completely losing it. And he knew his father was probably busy all day long tending to their personal land and livestock making repairs to the sheds and fixing the fences with his oldest brother Damion.
He didn’t have to be told that Milton, the lazy ass had just stayed inside his little house on the side of their farm during the entire storm, unless he had to fly to his work for which he only made the short trip to the main house, since according to his words the traveling was better from the maid fireplace and the other lines were just too cramped, Marcus had always thought that his older brother was a whiny bitch since he himself did just fine with the other chimneys on their property, even if those were a little bit off a tight squeeze it was nothing compared to the hard labor and uncomfortable work they had to do all day long. He never really understood why Milton had chosen a boring job in some random magical bakery in Britten when he could have stepped into his mother's and father's footsteps off managing their land, just like Damion did. Hard, prideful work like his father or clever and resourceful work like his mother did have always been what he strived to be. How somebody could not find pride in owning the land their family had held for generations and holding the guaranteed status that came with that was beyond him.
He was so tired, and the continued drumming of raindrops against his car's windshield didn’t help at all with keeping him awake. His brother Damion had been right to call him stupid for driving to the village so late in the evening, and all that trouble had been for nothing, he knew, as soon as he got home, he would just fall into his bed and sleep till the sun would inevitably wake him the next morning.
Then he would go downstairs to eat breakfast with his family where his mother would chew him out for being stupid and coming home way too late for her liking, and his father would, again, make fun of him for ,,behaving like a little boy with a crush’’ as he had so nicely put it the last times. Marcus was only a bit bummed out since the person he was looking for really didn’t show up today, not in the way his family thought, of course not, the person he had been seen was another boy, and he wasn’t like That…
His car was just driving into one another curve that made the country roads so difficult to navigate in the dark when his headlights shon over a dark figure walking on the side of the road, but before he could catch a better view of the person, he had already driven past them. What madman would walk around these roads in the dark, at night, while it was raining? He shook his head this was none off hid business surely that person knew what they were doing but even while he tried to verbalise this to himself, he had already started to slow his car down.