Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 38.

Devyn

It's been about two weeks since all those occurring events happened and I began staying at my dad's house, leaving Donald's after staying there secretly for a couple of days. His parents didn't exactly know what was going on, not even knowing we were seeing each other again. It was better for them not to know, especially Mr. DeGrate since he doesn't seem to like me. Being with my dad isn't exactly thrilling. He came to me with so many questions about why I've been staying with him after telling I desire to move in permanently, wondering what happened but I chose not to speak on it. It was too overwhelming to tell anyone else about it and I knew if I told him all hell would break loose and he'd be in jail. I told him he doesn't need to go through any legal action to keep me because my mom has no problem with it. They didn't typically speak to one another often for some reason so I don't think he'd find out anything. My stepmom and baby sister didn't mind an extra presence being there; Serenity was actually happy that I was there, compared to the reluctance she showed when we hinted at it last year. I simply packed all things and went over to his house, never saying another word to my mom or Stephen as they laid there strung out on the drugs they were consuming. It was a disgusting sight to see but it also burnt a hole into my heart seeing them throw their life away like that, but on the other hand I didn't care. Life is a drug and some people overdose. Continuously, they tried to convince me to stay but I simply ignored them. I don't even understand how they had the courage to ask that after what happened. That simply shows they have no remorse or an empathetic bone in their body. I couldn't stand to be around that house anymore when all that floods my brain is bad memories every time I returned or ride by it.

I wasn't exactly happy with myself, sometimes I found myself having night terrors about Stephen invading me and daydreaming about the experience all over again. I could literally feel him going inside me when they attacked me. When I was staying with Donald for those few days, he'd have to wake me out the bad dreams to assure me that everything was OK. While I was at his house, we didn't exactly sleep close to one another. We constantly debated about who should have the bed when I'd sneak off to his house, him wanting to take the floor and me wanting the same because I thought he should be able to have his own bed. But at the end of those small debates, we'd end up sleeping in the same bed, though with a few pillows between so that we're not touching each other.

"Okay, so just plug the x in!" I try brightening my tone higher than my usual voice, getting annoyed at Donald's reluctance to following directions. I started tutoring him again after remembering his grades weren't all that good. I thought this could be a way to repay him for helping me these past two weeks when he didn't have to. His grades weren't exactly straight F's; actually they didn't consist of F's at all, but they can use some improving, especially in math.

"Why?" He questions with irritation sprinkled all over his voice.

"Because that's what the directions told you to do." Boredom comes from my voice. I glance around the empty cafeteria, knowing he's going to continue questioning what I just said.

"No, but I mean why do I have to?" He inquires, dropping his pencil. "What is the fucking point of this x, y shit? How did I go from simple elementary school math with doing logical multiplication, addition, subtraction, and division, to this!" He throws his hands up. "I didn't sign up for this shit.. This has nothing to do with any career I'd ever try to pursue..actually any career. What career actually asks you to plug in x and draw a damn parabola? A damn parabola? Why don't they just call the shit a u? It's shaped like a u, might as well call it that instead of making all these complicated names."

"What is this parabola doing for me? Not a damn thing at all." He rolls his eyes angrily. "I don't even know the hoe." I chuckle at his remark as he slouches in the school lunch chair. "I swear they want to waste my time. This school is trash. Government trash too." He shakes his head. "They need to be like the French and actually make us take classes that's suitable for our desired careers."