Divine Passion

Chapter 1

"Breakfast is ready!" I heard my six year old little sis scream from the bottom of the stairs. I could barely here her underneath my morning music playing it's tunes as I sing along in the shower. It was Sunday and I knew I was supposed to get out of bed thirty minutes ago so we could leave on time to church but my body wouldn't let me. Sunday was my rest day after working a long twelve hour shift on Saturday at the local deli café. My legs seemed to still ache and my arms could barely be lifted to wash my body and hair. After minutes soaking my body underneath the hot water I knew I had to get out.

Once out I got dressed in a dress my mother picked out at the new store down in town. Our home wasn't as big as I would like it to be but I knew one more year and I would be there. We lived in Texas in a small town near the west border. My dream was to travel to New York and study at one of the universities, maybe even New York University the dream school I wanted to go to, but it would show in time.

I blow dryed my hair fast even though I knew it was going to frizz up once the outside air hit me. I put on some black flats that I've had for a while and ran downstairs before I heard my mother yell. I really don't like to make my mom mad especially when it came to church.

"Good morning mom!" I kissed my mothers cheek lightly while she fed my little sister Olivia milk. I pinched those sweet red cheeks and her smile lit up. She was only six months and yet I loved her with all my heart.

"Honey can you feed your sister," she asked me as I sat down and began eating. I looked up at Josie, she was two years old and barely learned how to use the toilet.

"Sure mom," I responded grabbing a bowl of oatmeal and turning the spoon into an airplane to make her giggle and gobble up the food fast.

My dad walked in wearing his usual beige suit and tie and gave my mother a kiss. I hadn't noticed my mom was wearing a pretty blue dress, probably cause Olivia was stealing the attention with her flower pattern one.

"Gess, don't do that, it's not good to play with your food," my father said to my four year old sister as she was throwing Cheerios at Josie and laughing loudly. A smile raised on my face and I grabbed a Cheerio and threw it at her hitting her forehead and making her laugh till she was about to pee.

"Alessa, your supposed to act mature, your almost sixteen," he said sipping orange juice from a glass cup.

"Actually a month, two weeks, and three days to be exact," I spoke softly. I couldn't wait till I turned sixteen, it meant I could drive without my parents and I knew I was getting a car for my birthday. About a month ago I got a letter from my brother stating he knew mom was for sure getting me a car which I was taking to heart because I knew he would never lie.

A flashback of Trevor's depart into his brave journey crashed into my mind. The thought of how he left was never a glorious thought, but it was his decision. He signed up for infantry without discussing it with my parents or even bother to announce he was leaving for starters. I was the one who found out two days before he was leaving when I walked into his room and saw a camouflage backpack with our last name Foster printed across. He acted like nothing and threw it in the closet, his face showing seriousness and anger. He begged me not to tell, but I was thirteen at the time and I could care less what he told me. I ran downstairs to my parents with tears in my eyes, my mother asked me what happened and the words spilled out before my brother could make his way downstairs. I thought my parents were going to yell but they discussed it like adults and I didn't like it. They should have begged him to stay, he was always there and always was with me. When he left I didn't even say bye, but as the letters kept coming and we still talked I regretted saying bye. The thought of the car brought me back to the world and dismissed my tears from spilling.