Never Letting Go

Truth Be Told

I tie my hair up into a ponytail with a hair tie I usually keep around my wrist for when I need it. I walk into Noah’s room; pure white drop cloths cover the floor. Every tin of paint has been opened and in a line in the center of the room, a paint brush laying in front of each tin.

“You’re organised.” I mumble into Kyle’s ear. He turns around and sweeps the loose pieces of hair from my face, pressing his lips against mine. “Ready to do this?” I nod and grab a paint brush. After staring at the sketched out mural, all my plans change. Kyle and I work around the room, coating it with a cool blue paint.

I cover the other three walls with white drop cloths, taping them down. I put paint brushes in different coloured tins. Green, grey, white, yellow flicked against the wall, stains against the flawless blue.

I stand back and admire my work, fully distracted by the wall, not expecting Kyle’s arms to wrap around my waist.

“Holy crap!” I turn around and slap Kyle in the face with a paint brush covered in yellow paint. “Oh my gosh Kyle, I’m so sorry.”

A smirk slowly appears on Kyle’s lips and then I notice his hand dipping into the grey paint tin. “No Kyle, my one was an accident!” his arm pulls me in closer to him, my chest held against his. Kyle wipes his paint covered hand down my cheek and neck, crushing his lips against mine to stop my feeble struggles.

His hand stays at the back of my neck, his other hand pressed at the small of my back. Kyle’s lips move in sync with mine, his tongue running  a long my bottom lip to gain entrance to my mouth, my fingers lifting his shirt over his head, the first item of clothing to end up on the floor.

I lay on the floor curled up into Kyle’s side, my head resting on his upper arm. Kyle’s fingers lazily trace patterns on the bare skin of my shoulder. “Do you wish we waited?” he whispers curiously.

“To get married or to have Noah?” I tuck myself further under Kyle’s arm. His soft deep breaths the only other sound apart from the quiet trickling of water from the river.

“All of it, you were just turned sixteen when we started going out and a few months later we were engaged. Just after your seventeenth birthday you were married and just before your eighteenth you had your first child. You’ve always been tied down, first school and now a mum.” The curiosity in his voice getting thicker.

“I guess I always wanted to get married and have kids, sure it happened a little bit sooner than I expected but as Tess said, God has a better view so He has a better plan.” I shrug, not sure what else to say.

Kyle shakes his head and then kisses my hair, “You’re a hell of a girl you know that? You’re smart and funny, wise beyond your years but immature and childish, you put others first but always take time for yourself, you hide your emotions but you pick up on everyone else’s even if they try and hide them, your innocent but you know of the bad and the evil. You don’t find that in a teenage girl but ever since I really got to know you when you were fourteen, you’ve always been like this.”

I lay with my head on his arm, taking in his words. “Really, I come across like that?”

“Darci, are you kidding? Look at the walls, who gets up and starts drawing all over the walls at six o’clock in the morning? Who would rather sit and help someone with their problems than go and have fun? You would Darci, you’re like a twelve sided dice, so many sides that contradict each other but fit together perfectly.” His husky voice starts to sound more emotional.

“What about you? When Zale left for university, you became the older brother figure and not for a second did you neglect me. Even when you sensed I need help you would pester me till I told you or I could convince you I was fine and I’m not the only one you did that for. You put up with my crazy antics like drawing all over the walls in our house! You’re not a twelve sided dice, you’re a cube, six sides with no hidden surprises and you’re exactly what someone like me needs. Every free spirit needs an anchor.”

A look of fake horror comes over Kyle’s face. “Are you calling me fat?!” I small laugh escapes my lips then Kyle’s hands are at my ribs, making me squirm and gasp for air. Our quiet and saddened mood is now hidden by our laughs and my gasps for air.

“You’re not fat! You’re not fat I promise!” I yell, hoping he will stop this torture. Kyle’s hands leave my ribs giving me the chance to escape; I grab my underwear and his t-shirt and run out of the room, awkwardly jumping into them as I leave. “Darci! Come back here!” Kyle’s voice echo’s after me, his heavy foot falls chasing me down the hall way and out onto the back lawn.

A playful smirk is spread across my face, watching Kyle as he buttons his shorts up as he walks through the door. “Just to clarify, I never said you were fat, you said that.” His eyebrow raises curiously, “Want to explain why you are running then?” I bite my lip and tried to think of a valid excuse, I come up empty. I quickly run and jump over the fence, heading towards the main house hoping no one see’s me till I get into my old room and find a pair pants, Kyle’s firm breathing gives me a clue to where he is.

Fortunately for me the front door is open, I run in slamming it behind me and turning to run to my room when I realise Blake is in the kitchen with his mouth hanging open, making it obvious he was halfway through chewing toast. “Give me 5 minutes, I’ll explain.” I run up the hallway into my old room, quietly closing the door behind me so I don’t wake Noah.

I pull on some old jeans with rips in the knee and I go and sit next to Noah’s cot. “You’re dad is being mean to me.” I joke, my arms carefully lifting Noah towards my chest. I walk back towards the kitchen, Blake still waiting for me by the bench.

“Why on earth were you in our kitchen in your underwear and Kyle’s shirt? I want an explanation now.” Blake’s words sound serious until he ruins his demeanor by smiling. I spill the story not going into to much detail about why Kyle and I were naked in the first place, staring at Noah the whole time to stop myself from going red.

“Ah, young love! Makes me want to throw up.” He says cheerily and then he makes a fake gagging sound. I pretend to frown, “I’ll see you later, I should get dressed properly before anyone else see’s me.”

I jog down the stairs and back to my house, all the while trying not to jolt Noah awake. I cautiously walk through the front door when arms wrap around my waist.

“I’m holding your son, put me down!” I warn him, my feet gently meeting the ground again. I turn around and receive a kiss on the cheek.

“Should I be worried you’re good at jumping over fences? You would be good at running away from the police.” Kyle muses.

Smirking a back away, pushing Noah into Kyle’s arms. “Hold Noah and I’ll get changed and we can go out for lunch, we haven’t been any where but church or a friend’s house since Noah was born. We really should rejoin society.” I turn on my heel and skip off to my room.

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Sorry! I know it's been a while since I updated, my next few chapters might be shorter than usual but I'll make it more exciting!