Who Knew

10

After my dad left, I checked to my phone to see that it lit up. Devin sent me a text, and I couldn't help but smile. Like I told Ranea, I texted him that same day. Since then, we been talking daily. We still ate in the courtyard.

I enjoyed our time. I even allowed him to take me home one time. But I declined the others time cause I didn't want him to think I depended on him.

Me and Devin agreed to go jogging again. I still never found out why he abruptly left the gym the way he did. I wouldn't ask him. I preferred to run than go to the gym anyway.

It was after we had gotten another smoothie that I thought he was taking me home, but when he started to turn into an unfamiliar neighborhood, I started to doubt that.

Devin, where are we going?" I questioned.

He briefly glanced at me before returning his focus back on the road. "I want to take you somewhere."

I crossed my arms not sure what he meant by somewhere. "Where is somewhere?"

"Don't freak out on me," he said.

"Let me guess you're taking me to your house aren't you?"

He didn't respond which confirmed that he was taking me to his home. I gulped in nervousness. I wasn't prepared to meet his parents. I wondered what they would think of me.

My heart started to pulsate from the apprehension building up. Although I didn't know the location of his home. I felt that we were getting closer. He drove into the driveway of a single family home with a nice evenly cut grass. He quickly got out and jogged to my side. He opened the door, but I didn't get out. He gazed down at me seeing my panic stake and squat down, so that we were at face level.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Devin I don't think I'm ready to meet your parents," I told him.

He smiled. "You don't have to worry about that. My mom is not even here."

So that means we're going to be in his house alone. I wasn't so sure about that either. I never been over a guy's house. And now I'm not only over a guy's house but I'm going to be over here alone.

Devin held his hand out for me to take.

"Come on it'll be alright."

I was too hesitant to take it.

"I'll make you as comfortable as possible."

I went on and put my hand in his, and he closed his fingers, so that we were holding hands. He helped me out the car, and we made our way to the door.

All I saw on the inside was black. Everything from furniture, carpet, and doors were black. The only thing that was white were the walls. The house was a fairly nice size. When I first walk in, I was in the living room and straight ahead was a hallway. To the right was the dining area and kitchen. It was just dark in here. The feeling was different from the outside.

"Why is it so dark here?" I asked.

"It's just how it is," he replied.

"But," I walked in not exactly liking the feel of it, "there's just so much. It's almost depressing?"

"You want something to drink or anything? I know we just ate a smoothie, but I'm still thirsty."