Heyo Guys! This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it! Please excuse any typos >\\\< (Also, Juvia will not be talking in third person in this fanfic)

Juvia's POV:
The heavy rain would not stop, and I hated it. The rain would always seem to be the seed of the sinful things in this cruel world. The rain would always pour down whenever my father beat me. I never would understand it, and I never would like it.

As much as I tell him not too, my father keeps drinking. The habit started right after my mother passed away. I remember every aspect of that day, but I wish I didn't. She had been one of the unfortunate people to be struck my lightning. She couldn't handle it, and died even before arriving to the emergency room. I was only six at that time. The night my mother died, was when the rain came. It felt like as if my tears and the rain fell in sync. And once the rain came, I lost all hope.

My father drank on a daily basis, but as much as I don't like him, I still have to take care of him because he's my father. It would not be easy, he would always throw bottles of alcohol at me when I tried to approach him. Because of my fathers, I have bruises and cuts on my body that are eating away at me.

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"Juvia come here, right now"
I was prepared for the worst. Father had been drinking for at least two hours, and I took a deep breath and made it to the living room where he was waiting for me.
Once I saw my father, I had nearly screamed. Approximately 13 bottles of alcohol on the coffee table. The TV screen was shattered, so I assumed that he had thrown something at it. As for my father, he looked terrible. Bags were under his big blue eyes, he had stains on his clothes, and he reeked. I was worried.
"Father? Are you oka-"
Before I could finish my sentence, he threw a bottle at me. Usually I would dodge it, but it had come so suddenly that I couldn't. The bottle had hit me strait in the face. A million pieces of shattered glass fell to the ground, and so did I.
"Ugh..." It hurt so badly as if claws were pushing in my skin. I was sure that blood was dripping down my face. I had had it. What did I ever do to deserve this? I looked at my father one last time before I used all my strength to sprint out of the door. Eyes widening, I saw a face full of disgust and hatred, wanting to ruin the rare gift of life.
It was raining harder than I had ever imagined.

Sorry for the very short chapter! But I swear, next chapter will be longer. I hope you liked it and please leave a comment!