Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 37.

Donald

The powerful rain drowns my entire body, my clothes gluing to my skin as I sit on the wet bench of the local park. Everything on me is completely drenched and I brought no umbrella to save me from the weather. I went home to drop my things off, then deciding to come back here even though It's been raining all day. I don't know exactly why I decided to come out here in this depressing climate but something told me to come out here, despite the possibility of me getting sick later on. After this morning, my mood suddenly shifted for the rest of the day. I think they call these things mood swings but I didn't know I could actually get them. I thought girls only got them when they were on their period, but apparently everyone can get them because I'm  feeling a little down at the moment.  I know for sure the very few cars that drove past here earlier probably thought I looked insane just sitting in position like Jason Voorhees or something.

My head snaps in the direction once I feel a presence nearing closer. I squint my eyes, wiping the rain from my face focusing my vision of whatever is there. I become more alert than I was a few seconds ago, watching the person struggling to run over here holding the front part of their body with one hand. My eyes widen at the face I'm well accustomed to. I shake my head, ready to leave my quiet space wondering why the fuck she came over to bother me with whatever bullshit she has to say to me. So she finally came to her senses about Kobe almost two months later? It's too late for that and I don't want to hear any apologies from her. She can save that shit for someone who actually cares.

"What the fuck do you-" My sentence gets cut off once she nears closer, the sounds of desperate cries shrieking in my ears. I stand in position, not ready to go anywhere now. My mouth falls slightly open. "Devyn." A whisper frees from my lips with fear written all over it. She stops in her movements, gradually averting her eyes to me. I finally turn my head wanting to catch the beautiful girl in front of me. My eyes lock on her exterior and I scream in horror. I wanted to be angry at her but I can't for some reason, not when she looks like this. "Devyn, what happened?" I invite myself to get closer to her to get a better look of her entirety. She's been crying harshly as dark rings form around her eyes with the eyelids turning an apple red. Around her face, there are speckles of blood near, some splattered across her lip and her nose. Her zipper is halfway down, meaning something must've had an entrance there. Her clothes are trashed along with her untamed hair at the moment. But nothing compares to the hurt in her voice. She literally cracked when she saw me. My heart falls into the ground as I disgest everything in front of me.

"I..I." She croaks out. I falter at the sound of her angelic voice. It instantly causes a warmness to my heart yet I shiver a bit. She doesn't answer me, stuttering over her words while tears slowly flow down her face. "I-I.. " she trails off pulling her hair. "I-.. I don't know." She exclaims, her chest heightening. "I.. I .. He." She says throwing her hands down after finally ending the whole stuttering session. I swallow deeply with so many unanswered questions in my mind, then nodding. "Just come with me." I say before stopping her again. "Why don't you have a jacket? It's raining hard as fuck as you can see."

She doesn't respond, only beginning to limp on her foot. I try to jog up to her watching as she limps and holds her stomach as if that'd help keep her whole body together. I latch onto her, pulling her arm around my shoulder helping her walk through the bad weather. The pressure of the rain objects me from actually being able to use my vision, only being able to use my intuitive skills to find my house.

As we reach my porch, a sigh of relief escapes my mouth. My muscles and joints have been hurting the entire time we've been walking. Not because Devyn's heavy but my bones are somewhat weak since I don't eat a lot of dietary foods. Tired of her jumping on one foot, I cut to the chase by attempting to lift her bridal style but it doesn't succeed. She shakes her head at me continuing to limp up the stairs for about a minute.