The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me Ch. 1

Chapter One:

Shay:

I was frustrated, mainly with myself.

How could I forget something like that?

I took in a deep breath before shaking my head.

This was my fault. I shouldn't have forgotten.

The sound of my brother sobbing brought my attention back to the two boys on either side of me.

"I'm sorry," I said low.

I didn't think that it was possible to feel worse than I already had.

"It's okay," Cody said, "You only forgot."

I looked down at the eight-year-old. Times like these, his eyes looked more prominent than usual. It must just be the way he is looking up at me or that I feel guilty.

His dark hazel eyes were still something else. Mainly dark brown, but the green was more evident in the sunlight.

"It's okay to forget things sometimes," he said, "It's different when you do it on purpose."

I would never hurt either one of them on purpose.

I was thankful that he knew that.

"Next time," I said, "I won't forget."

He looked up at me again and squeezed my hand.

I squeezed back, giving him the biggest smile my face would allow.

"Shay," my other brother asked, "Can we make a cake when we get home?"

I turned my smile at the six-year-old, holding my other hand, "Sure."

Conner smiled wide at me despite the tear stains still on his face.

Quite frankly, right now, I was more pissed off at their daycare than anything.

We stopped at the market on the way home, and I had just enough on me to get them a strawberry cake with chocolate frosting. It is our favorite. 

Noah:

I watched as my sister stared at her lunch. Frowning a lot harder than necessary.

"Eileen," I said, unable to take the silence anymore, "What happened?"

She glanced up at me, and if felt like her pale purple eyes were trying to ask me something.

"Come on," I said, "Out with it."

She opened her mouth but was quick to shut it.

I felt myself frown; I didn't like it when she was upset. She was almost always happy. If I didn't know her, I would be annoyed with how happy she is. Though, I did know it isn't always genuine happiness.

She puts out the energy she wants to receive. Give love and happiness, and it will be returned.

For the most part, it worked.

"Have I told you how much I hate birthdays?" She asked me low.

I had to study her face for a second to make sure if she was serious.

"Why?" I asked, "Since when?"

"Well," she corrected herself "I love birthdays, just not always here."

Okay, children's birthday parties could be annoying, but that was her thing. She works with kids because that's what she loves to do.

"Just tell me," I said back gently.