My dear friends, let's be slow to anger yet quick to listen.
James 1:19
Darrell's POV
I told Danika I took a sneak pic of her and she's pissed at me, playfully of course.
She whines and complains the whole drive home but nothing will convince me to delete that picture.
It's like asking me to delete a real photo of Mona Lisa. Why would anyone do that??
We enter the house and I'm more than excited to be back in my bed.
The fantasy is cut short when I hear movement from my bedroom door. I thought it was my younger brother and Danika's older sibling, Desmond.
He often asks to borrow my room simply because, "the asthetic gives him the focus he needs"
Just because he's the best student in the family doesn't mean he should rub it in my face like that
But I still can't help but be proud of him. He told me he aspires to be an electric engineer and I just know with the brains and passion he has for it, nothing can stop him.
I expect to see his back facing me while seated in my work table, I'm shocked to see a completely different figure, sprawled on my bed and scrolling on his phone.
I slowly approach him, hoping he doesn't notice my presence just yet until I see Jeremy's face engrossed in his phone, and I soon realize he's watching one of uncle Moses' powerful sermons.
"Jeremy!!" I yelled right in his face and he jolted up.
"Darrell!! What's going on bruh?! " He came close for a hug but I resisted. I hate when things like this happen.
I asked, "What are you doing in my room??" He gave me this look like I asked a dumb question.
"Okay. But WHY are you in my room??" I retaliated. He doesn't know this but I honestly hate it when people enter my room without my permission.
I feel violated from the thought alone. He then spoke; "Why? Because your lovely mother allowed me in of course. God bless her soul."
I knew Jeremy before I gave my life to Christ. I fact I knew him since I've been living with uncle Moses.
I met him the first time I went to church with uncle Moses while I was living in his mansion.
Me being the antisocial freak and overthinker I was, I didn't want anything to do with him.
Besides that he wouldn't stop adding Jesus in basically every conversation he makes. That's how much he loves the Lord.
I wanted to cut all ties with him once service was over but his enthusiasm and optimism seemed to have an effect on me, not that I'm complaining.
So I got his number and we started chatting. Him being a major influence, I gave my life to Christ a week afterwards.
He doesn't judge me when I tell him about my old life and he's so open to experiences new things. I love him for that.
But one thing I hate about him is he knows how to push my buttons.
"You need to relax Darrell. Be slow to anger, yet quick to listen! Remember?" He starts hysterically laughing as he looks at me. "Do you even know why I'm here?"
He came even closer and held my hands, fixing his gaze on me. We're about the same height but something about his eye contact puts me in a different realm.
"Okay. Then why are you here?"
I sighed. He kept his hands in mine and walked us to the bed. He's still facing me as we sit.
He replied ;"I wanted us to do some Bible study! That's if you're not too busy." He gave me a guilty smile.
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SpiritüelDarrell Storms always had an obsession with women..... but in a different way. He gained joy and pleasure from manipulating them and seeing the grief and disdain when he rejects and dumps them. He left that in his past when he accepted Jesus as his...
