Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 5.

Devyn

"Why your hair always look like that?" My little sister questions me, jumping between my legs as I lay on my dad's couch. After my mom and dad divorced with only a few years of being married, they went their separate ways to start new lives. My mom married another man and never reproduced again, while my father had a child with his new wife, Tanya. I didn't I'd like her, but I actually adore Tanya. She's a beautiful and genuine woman who means all well; treating my father with respect and treating me like I'm her own. I also wouldn't dare to hate her because she gave us our little ray of sunshine, Serenity.

"Why you always wear you hair like that Serenity?" I scoot my face towards her, attempting to intimidate her. Forehead to forehead, her wide, black eyes don't falter. She begins looking at me with sass and I giggle, pulling away from her. I gently push her small head away from mine.

"Mommy does my hair. Who does yours?" She asks sitting up, frowning her face as she observes my hair in disgust. "I do." I reply causally and she raises her eyebrows slowly.

"I can tell." She hops off the couch, onto the floor playing with her blocks again. My mouth falls agape at her insult. I can't help but to laugh at the truthfulness of her innocent nature.

Another lady in my life I adore. Even though she has only been in this world for about five years, she is one of the most beautiful people I've ever met in my entire life. The purity and honesty she holds in her heart is alluring. Her caring nature and decency as a human is incredible. But how long would the last until she got older? What if someone comes along and corrupts her life and she loses herself? What if she loses the best things I love about her? Traits she has are so rare to possess in a grown up. I observe her in awe, sighing at the heavy possibility of it happening. I don't want it to. Kids are precious and the only people that are worth it in the world.

"Devyn!" An echo flows into the room that we're sitting in. I rise my body from the couch heading for the kitchen, hearing the little footsteps of Serenity in my shadow.

I push through the door, smelling some food Tanya is making on the stove. I don't know exactly what it is, but I know I'm not going to eat it. I don't make my presence noticable yet, instead just witnessing my dad staring at Tanya. Staring at Tanya as she does the simplest thing such as cooking, with admiration in his eyes. I haven't experienced the feeling of romantic love, but I know what it is if It's presented in front of me and that's what I see at the moment; Love. An intense feeling of deep connection. Something I've always wanted to experience but never exactly met the right person to share it with. I know I'm young, but it seems like many people my age are falling in love. I always thought I should be alone to heal before aimlessly letting someone into my gate.

"Food's done." My dad taps his fingers quietly against the table. "But I don't eat-"

"She already made that nasty food for you." He points down on the opposite side of the table he's sitting it at, smirking. I couldn't help but to smile playfully back him because of the jokes he held. "It's actually pretty good for you. I'm getting stronger by the day." I say proudly.

"You shitting me. I seen you trying to do push ups the last time you were over here and you struggling like a dying horse." He jokes, causing everyone in the room to laugh but myself. I glare at him playfully, rolling my eyes. "You know I love you girl, I'm just messin'."

I feel a small body pull onto my arm. I look in front of me to see Serenity gawking up at me. "What?" My hands grasp the two puff balls on her head. "Can you sit next to me?" She asks shyly. I nod as I get up, scooting my plate over to where hers is.

"How's everything going at home?" My dad focuses his attention on me. I snap my head up finding his gaze and bite the inside of my cheek. I hesitate as I think of a proper answer. "Everything's fine. It's going good. School's OK. Grades are good, but I don't really like the place." I roll my eyes thinking of school. I realize I didn't exactly answer the question about home, skipping over to school.