Broken

Chapter 2: Falling

My eyes open and I roll on my back and take a deep breath. I feel relaxed and refreshed for once in my life. I turn my head on my soft, white pillow and my hands fall next to my sides on my fluffy, blue duvet. I turn my head back up again to stare at my dark, chestnut bed frame that reaches to the ceiling. Little white Christmas lights outlined my teal walls. They weren't on though. I stretched and emitted a moan from my mouth. I smiled and giggled a bit. I haven't slept that well in years. The sun shown through my windows and the palm tree standing tall outside. It filtered through the white curtains from my balcony door that over looks the beach. I looked over at the surfboard that sat next to my bed. Fake flower leis were stretched around the nose of the board. I looked straight at my TV. Next to it was a door to my bathroom and closet. I looked on my nightstand where my ukulele sat next to my clock and phone. I then look at the clock. 10:30.

Wait...

Crap! I don't hear James!

I jumped out of bed and threw on a jacket over my tank top and shorts. My bare feet pound on the hardwood and I make it to James' room.

He's not in the crib.

My hand covers my mouth and tears begin to pour.

"Oh my god." I say under my breath.

I hear a noise coming from downstairs. Not thinking if it was a murderer or a bad person, I ran there. I saw a boy. Holding James.

Devan.

I took a huge sigh of relief. I walked slowly toward the kitchen. I set my hands on his shoulders. He jumped a bit.

"You scared the crap out of me man." I said.

"Sorry." He responded sincerely. "Good morning." He said.

I smiled. "Morning, homie." He laughed. I laughed too. I sat down and myself a bowl of cereal.

"Did you feed him?" I asked not looking up from my bowl.

"Uhhhhh..." He trailed off. I looked up and my eyes widened. "I'm kidding." He said. I laughed and playfully punched his shoulder.

I set my hands back on the chestnut wood. The black, cushion wool was rough under my legs and every once and a while. There was a center island separating the dining room from the kitchen. A large stainless steel, silver refrigerator sat in between all the appliances. Pots, pitchers, pans and other utensils hung above the island. All silver. Granite tops on the counters. The stove was underneath the microwave and the oven was on the other side of the fridge. The sink was off to the side. Dark, chestnut cabinets. What's up with all the chestnut? Hardwood floors with tan carpets beneath the sink and stove. They're cushy. The living room consisted of two black, leather couches and still, hardwood, with a white carpet to match the pillows on the couch. A flat screen TV sat above the mantel with picture of James and I. Most of them were of me surfing. Candles sat on the edges and on the shelves of decorations next to the TV and mantel.

I scooped up cereal into my spoon and shoved it in my mouth.

"So what ya wanna do today?" Asked Devan. I looked at him and tilted my head and pointed at James.

"Well guess what?" He said.

I laughed, "What?" scooping up more cereal.

"My mom said she would watch him while you, me, Collins, Annika, and Kate go do something fun." He said. I smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really." My smile probably went from ear to ear and I probably looked like a dork. "I would love that." I said trying to stay calm. I cleaned up my stuff and ran upstairs.