Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 46.

Devyn

Three Days Later

Deciding it was a good time to finally visit D after not seeing him for three days, I knock on the door of the DeGrate's home, anticipating for someone to answer the door. D says he still hasn't told Dalvin about the situation and I still question him why? What is he so afraid of? It doesn't make sense to not tell Dalvin that his friend has been harassing us for about a couple of weeks. Dalvin is a peacemaker, what could he possibly do that might make the situation blow up more than it already did? For him to still be friends with Kobe is odd to me, but then again D claims they're not that close yet they still hang out a lot or at least are in the same area often. I've been speaking on the phone nonstop with him being on my third day of suspension, enjoying staying up until dawn conversing about anything the mind desires and I think it's time we see each other again. I excitedly snap my neck towards the door, once the sound of it opening becomes apparent.

I turn to only see Rev Don., but that was good enough for me and he surprisingly invites me in instead of slamming the door on my face, though him opening it shows some hesitation. I walk in awkwardly, standing in the living room leaning against the couch not knowing what to do with myself. I'm hoping he can call D downstairs or walk away so I can make my way up there but instead, he stands in front of me with an unreadable expression.

"Donald's not here at the moment. He went off to the store, but i'm glad you came by.." Breaking the silence with his deep voice vibrating across the room, he acknowledges me.

"Okay." I speak unsure of myself, still standing on my two feet waiting for Donald to clumsily burst through the door. My eyebrows knit together, observing him as he goes towards the kitchen with me following along. I'm not exactly too fond of him, but he hasn't really been harassing me in months. I sit down at a seat at the table and he shabbily tosses me a water bottle. I frown, wondering how he know I was behind him. I didn't follow him because I like him, I just want to sit somewhere with light. I accept the quest, opening it and beginning to swallow it down. Clearing my throat, finding whatever type of water this is refreshing.

"I don't think you should see my son anymore." I nearly spit out my water as soon as he speaks those words. A frown appears upon my face. I didn't know if he was being serious or not. "What?" I ask, wondering if this is all a joke.

"You can't see my son anymore." He repeats. I wait for him to admit he's joking, but he doesn't. Glancing at their thermostat, I run my fingers through my hair wondering why it's getting so warm all of a sudden. I swallow deeply, processing his words over until I can finally comprehend them. "W-What do you mean I can't see your son anymore?" Feeling myself getting angry, I rise my from my seat.

"I mean exactly what I just said. I think you two should stop seeing each other." He sighs, using his hand to direct the way he wants the conversation to go. "I just don't think him being involved with girls and this whole relationship thing is going to be good for him in the long run."

"What are you even talking about? What do you mean it isn't good for him? What are even trying to say?"

"You're like a distraction." He claps his hands together, seeming to gather his thoughts. "I'm trying to put this in the nicest way as possible since I'm in a great mood at the moment." He swallows deeply. "You're distracting him from everything that's majorly important in his life. For example, like church and how he misses it a lot on Sundays because he has been on the phone all night with you." I widen my eyes at how he could know that. My finger falls onto my lip in confusion and he chuckles to himself. "Devyn, I hear a lot of y'all conversations. Just like he doesn't go to sleep at night, I don't either. I hear everything." Nervousness suddenly takes over me once I think about all the personal things D and I have discussed over the phone. "Tasting like Ruffles. I'm disgusted." He scoffs. He probably knows more about me than my own father does now.