Truest Moments

Moments 8

All four of us sat in the living room as my mother and Leila grilled Ryan and me into pieces.

"Why did you two even have sex anyway?" My mom asked.

"Honestly, mom I felt a connection with Ryan and we just did it," I answered.

"Same thing for me," Ryan agreed, "I truly do feel something with Samphany that's more than just physical. I know that I love her more than anything or anybody I know. I know the feeling is mutual."

I wasn't shocked that he truly felt something for me, but shocked at the intensity of Ryan's feelings towards me.

Leila began to speak, "When, we moved here Ryan we moved because I wanted no drama interfering with your childhood. I've sacrificed many things in hopes that you and Christopher could see something different in life. You know I didn't come from much so you two having something to me is important. I'm making this decision; Ryan you're moving to your father's house Sunday afternoon and finishing high school with him. Nothing you can do or say will change that."

Ryan didn't say anything at all, neither did I.

***

It was 12:00 am and all I wanted was Ryan. Just to feel his hands, shoulders, and his heartbeat. Or just to see him, but no I couldn't have him the way I wanted him. Shit, I needed him.

I went to look outside my window pane to see my mother and Leila talking outside on the steps of the porch.

My phone buzzed on my bed and I looked to see that it was Ryan.

Ryan: Sneak out with me tomorrow night, I have plans.

Samphany: Plans?

Ryan: I'll tell you my plans tomorrow. For now just be ready at 8:00 pm. I love you

Samphany: Okay

I stared at the text message before turning off my phone and went to sleep.

*** 

Instead of just having me watch Rachael, mom made Naomi stay home with me. I and Naomi didn't speak to each other at all and we couldn't look at each other clearly without glaring. I had nothing to say to her anyway, other than leave with your twin. Nathan is now staying at my mom's nephew Austin's house in PV for a couple of weeks, until she figures something out.

Rachael is a pure sweetheart. She and I both painted each other's nails and toes; we made smoothies and watched some cartoons. I just don't get how her mother wouldn't want her, she's a great child. I definitely seen the little habits she inherited from dad, for instance when she is impatient she balls her hand into a fist and starts moving it around. All of us had those little tendencies from dad, so I knew she is truly my little sister.

"Swaphany," Rachael called, "I have to go the bathroom."

She said my name incorrectly, but I didn't mind. Hell, it was cute how she said it.

"Okay, the bathroom is right next to the kitchen Ray," I said.

"Thank you," She said, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

My phone ringed and it was Aaliyah calling. I answered it.

"Hey," I said.

"Are you okay?" Aaliyah asked.

"Right now I'm fine," I answered.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you later to see how you were," Aaliyah apologized.

"Its fine," I assured her, "I have a new sister. Her name is Rachael. I'll text you the details right now Liyah."

"Yeah," She declared.