*Damien’s POV*
My reluctance to leave Kyle’s house was as apparent as always. But his dad would be home soon and my parents, though in the midst of a divorce, would be beginning to wonder where I was and why I was so often away from home. So, regardless of my reluctance I shrug on my jacket, and prepared to make the trek home where half my belongings were packed into boxes and my parents tried to erase Darcy.
“Hey” I don’t know if it’s the unusual softness or the break in silence, but Kyle’s voice captures my attention and I turn my face his way. A large hand spoons my cheek as he gruffly pulls me forward for a kiss “Thank you for letting me know about Rose. I know you didn’t want to”
Had it played on his mind all this time? His meeting with his mother yesterday? After knowing him so well, I fet like I still didn’t know him at all, a condratiction only someone in love might understand. He hadn’t let on at all, not once last night, that he was grateful to me. Our lips still close, I touch them together again.
“It wasn’t really within my rights not to tell you anyways”
He chews it over for a second “You’re right” though he doesn’t say anything more, the air of gratefulness still floats around him. I force myself to step back from him and put my boots on, though most of me wants to step closer while taking my jacket off.
“See you tomorrow I guess” we never really stayed apart more then a day at a time.
“Yeah. I think I’ll come over. Karen’s coming over today, I think she wants to talk about… you know…”
“The wedding?” I raise an eyebrow. Wre we not talking about it anymore or something?
“Yes” he sighs “It’s just one big headache”
“Well, I better get out of your hair then” I debate on another kiss and decide its safer to just leave “See you”
He lingers for a few more moments as I push the door open and step through, then begins to retreat into his house as I shut it behind me.
The morning is still dark as I stroll laong his walkway, the clouds overhead throwing shade over everything. A faint tinkering noise and my eyes track the sound to the gate, which Karen is opening and walking through. My mouth goes dry. Walking past each other was going to be awkward.
She hadn’t noticed me yet, and it felt kind of rude watching her struggle, baby in one arm, multiple bags over her back and in the other, trying to shut the gate properly behind her. She fumbled and the baby girl, whose name I did not even remember, started crying.
“Shh, shh. It’s okay honey, it’s okay” she soothed, trying to bounce with all that weight. I was getting closer now. “Fuck” the curse was sharp and harsh “Where’s your soother?! Jesus…” a bag fell, and though I shouldn’t, I was compelled to pick it up. Reaching her side I did just that.
“Hi” awkward. I knew it would be. Should have detoured around her.
Or maybe it was just me. Seeing me, she broke out in a smile. Not a sadistic evil smile, a real smile. She looked happy to see me, which was offputting. “Thanks.” she reached for the bag “Actually, can you hold her for a second?” she shifted, extending the baby not waiting for response.
“Umm…I don’t really know how to..” she ignores me, setting the baby in my arms. It’s a floppy little thing, and I’m oblivious to its age. her age. Children were always just ‘its’ in my mind. The babies neck sags and fretfully I lean her towards my neck. It tickles like hell.
“I was actually meaning to talk to you” she starts shifting bags and adjusting straps, setting things down and picking them up well I struggle to hold the wriggling baby girl, who is crying loudly in my ear. “I think I owe you an apology. About, you know, freaking out the other day”
“I don’t know what to say” it’d be a lie to say I was okay with her marrying my boyfriend.
“That’s alright” she unzips a bag, digging for something. She extracts the soother and I turn so she can shove it in the babies mouth. The crying quiets, then stops. The little girl flops around a little more then settles. “It’s just…” her arms fold over her stomach and her face looses color.
“Damien… I don’t hate you or anything, you know that right? I think… we might even get along under different circumstances. We’re both very determined people…I just think, maybe we’re starcrossed.” she offers me a weak smile, then falters altogether, tears spilling over her eyes. “Damein I’m sorry” she sobs “It’s just I need Kyle. Ashton left me! We were doing so good Damein, then he started on about how he belonged with this Sarah girl, and how she was his soul mate!” she was really crying now, and I was left at a loss for what to do “It was so hard! Noone was ever there to help me with the baby and I had no money and my parents wouldn’t help and… and…”
She’s about to explode in tears when her cellphone goes off, the sound barely audible, buried in one of the bags. She frowns “I’m sorry. One second. I have t take this, it’s probably Kyle’s dad” though I pitied her, a strange sensation of jealousy bit me. Kyle’s dad liked Karen and didn’t even know about me.
The baby coo’s over my shoulder, and careful not to jerk her neck, I lift her under the arms and hold her cradle style. I know I’ve heard her name before. I try to place it, looking down into her podgy little face. It eludes me, but I smile at her anyways. Karen awnsers the phone next to me.
“Goo” the little girl murmurs around her soother.
“Hey” I reply. Kyle’s daughter. That fact alone makes me curious about her.
Her eyes certaintly weren’t brown, and neither was her hair. She’d inherited Karen’s coloring, but there was something visible in the shape of her eyes and the set of her cheeks and nose. I could see Kyle in her, and that made me very sad. Kyle shouldn’t be forced to be a dad, but this baby shouldn’t be forced not to have one. How would she grow up without him? Neglected? In poverty? Lonely well her mom worked all day and night?
“That’s okay” Karen says into the phone. “Yep. Alright. Bye” she presses end. Her face turns to me, and theres an almost embarrassed tone to her smile. “Well, that’s my cue to hurry up” her eyes remain red and puffy, almost oblivious to the smile she paint on “Bye” she reaches for her baby then she’s struggling down the pathway again. I’m left to wonder if I should hate her or feel bad for her.
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Slippers padding against hardwood floor I make my way to the stairs, and in my sluggish state still bother to take them two at a time. Would I take them two at a time in my parents new homes? Would it be the same? I groan and start for the kitchen, to hungry and to stressed.
Theres a note on the kitchen table. Love dad. Him and mom have both gone off to different places. Home alone, but that was nothing new. Did we really need a house? It always felt empty anyways. Maybe this felt like yet another betrayal because Darcy lived her more then anyone else.
The fridge is opened and being raided when a sharp noise startles me-but it’s just the doorbell. I yawn. Who could it be? I really didn’t feel like being bothered by Jehovah’s wittnesses or fedex so early in the morning, but no one else came to my house, so I guess my choices were limited.
Sleep still in my eyes I swing open the door.
Then slam it shut.
Seth was not welcomed in my house.
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So sorry for the long wait :) No one really seemed to mind anyways, so whatever. Its that time of year. Studying for exams, reveiwing, buying presents, wrapping presents, christmas parties ect. ect. This is kinda short, but the end should hold your interest enough to convince you to go to next chapter :P
Anyways, comment and all that jazz. I'll upload when I get the chance. Two more chapters until third and final part ;)
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