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When I Met Him (p.6)
Romance
 Created on 5-26-08
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**Draven's point of view!**
"See ya!" I yell to my friends.
Ugh, now I have to go home. Lainie's bio-mom is suppose to be over today and I'm suppose to be there to see that everything is okay. She is probably some crackwhore. I mean come on! She gave up her own baby? Why would you do that unless you are really young or on drugs. I can't believe that Jeremey and my mom even trust her.
Jeremey is my step-dad. My real dad was murdered when I was 9 years old. No one, knows that though; except Kassie. Me and Kassie have been friends since we were toddlers. When we were younger we were best friends. I miss my dad even though I don't really remember him to well. He was the one who got me into football and baseball. I remember him coaching my first baseball games telling me afterwards how good I was.I wonder if he never died would my mom married Jeremey. Would we have this huge mansion, a maid, and anything that we wanted? Probably not.
I get of my bike and grab my stuff. As soon as I walked inside I heard someone singing softly. It was a lullaby that my dad use to sing to me; whoever was singing it sure had a voice. It was so soothing and calm.I quietly sat my stuff down and walked up the big stair case upstairs. Lainie's door was shut but I could tell that was were the voice was comming from. I turned to doorknob silently trying to get a glimpse at the singer. It was someone I never would have thought of. Wynter Berkeley.
She has a baby?!?! My mouth dropped; I was completely stunned. I noticed that the singing had stopped and say Wynter starring at me with an alarmed expression on her face.
"What are you doing here?" Wynter stammered.
"I live here. What are you doing here?" I calmly replied. Nice question moron, I yelled at myself silently. What do you think she is doing here. She is holding your sister a.k.a her daughter!
"I'm uhh... babysitting."
"Are you Lainie's real mother?" I ask still surprised.
"Yeah, I am. Is that a problem?" She asked looking down at Lainie who slept peacefully.
As I looked at Lainie and then back at Wynter I could tell that they were closely related or in other words, I knew that Wynter really was Lainie's mother. The only true difference was that Lainie had darker skin unlike her Wynter's pale, smooth skin. I'm guessing that was because the father had tan skin. Who was he? I wonder. I felt myself get jealous. Why am I jealous of someone I have never met more or less why am I jealous over someone I just me?
I raise my eyes to meet Wynter's and I saw something I never would of thought I would see. Pain, loss, and even suffering.
"Who is the father?" I ask all of a sudden.
"No one that you know obviously and anytime now you can stop starring," she said getting up and laying Lainie in her crib.
"I know that is is no one that I know but, who is it? Why did you get pregnant so young? Your what... 15?"
After I said that I quickly wished I could of taken it back. I didn't mean for what I said to come out like that. I mean, I have no problem with people getting pregnant young or old. It is their decision. But, why did Wynter?
"You seriously think I meant to get pregnant?! I know I'm 15. I know I'm young. But, I DIDN'T want to get pregnant. I was raped! RAPED!" Wynter yelled, tears comming to her eyes.
My jaw droped. I pulled Wynter against me and hugged her and of course she fought back. I hugged her even tighter until she stopped. I could fell her sobbing into my chest. We stood there for about 5 minutes and I just let her cry.
Who would do that to her? I felt Wynter start to calm so I loosened my hold on her enough to look in her eyes but she looked away before I had the chance.
"Are you okay?" I asked her quietly.
She nodded her head yes.
"Here let's go downstairs so we don't wake up the baby, okay?" I ask her.
She shook her head yes and pulled away. I followed her down stairs to my living room. My living room was pretty big. With 2 big couches, a fireplace, a recliner, 2 end tables, a coffee table, a big, flat screen TV with DVD player, VCR player, and a big sound system.
I pulled Wynter down on of of the smaller of the two couches and drew her against me. She was completely beautiful. Even though her face was red and swollen from crying; she was gorgeous. I felt my heart grow with love. I've never felt this way about someone. I'm not sure that is complete love but, it is leaning that way.
"I'm sorry about my break-down," Wynter mumbled into my chest looking up.
"It's okay," I said smiling at her. "Do you know who raped you?" I ask wanting some sort of answer.
"Yes," she answered with fear in her eyes.
"See ya!" I yell to my friends.
Ugh, now I have to go home. Lainie's bio-mom is suppose to be over today and I'm suppose to be there to see that everything is okay. She is probably some crackwhore. I mean come on! She gave up her own baby? Why would you do that unless you are really young or on drugs. I can't believe that Jeremey and my mom even trust her.
Jeremey is my step-dad. My real dad was murdered when I was 9 years old. No one, knows that though; except Kassie. Me and Kassie have been friends since we were toddlers. When we were younger we were best friends. I miss my dad even though I don't really remember him to well. He was the one who got me into football and baseball. I remember him coaching my first baseball games telling me afterwards how good I was.I wonder if he never died would my mom married Jeremey. Would we have this huge mansion, a maid, and anything that we wanted? Probably not.
I get of my bike and grab my stuff. As soon as I walked inside I heard someone singing softly. It was a lullaby that my dad use to sing to me; whoever was singing it sure had a voice. It was so soothing and calm.I quietly sat my stuff down and walked up the big stair case upstairs. Lainie's door was shut but I could tell that was were the voice was comming from. I turned to doorknob silently trying to get a glimpse at the singer. It was someone I never would have thought of. Wynter Berkeley.
She has a baby?!?! My mouth dropped; I was completely stunned. I noticed that the singing had stopped and say Wynter starring at me with an alarmed expression on her face.
"What are you doing here?" Wynter stammered.
"I live here. What are you doing here?" I calmly replied. Nice question moron, I yelled at myself silently. What do you think she is doing here. She is holding your sister a.k.a her daughter!
"I'm uhh... babysitting."
"Are you Lainie's real mother?" I ask still surprised.
"Yeah, I am. Is that a problem?" She asked looking down at Lainie who slept peacefully.
As I looked at Lainie and then back at Wynter I could tell that they were closely related or in other words, I knew that Wynter really was Lainie's mother. The only true difference was that Lainie had darker skin unlike her Wynter's pale, smooth skin. I'm guessing that was because the father had tan skin. Who was he? I wonder. I felt myself get jealous. Why am I jealous of someone I have never met more or less why am I jealous over someone I just me?
I raise my eyes to meet Wynter's and I saw something I never would of thought I would see. Pain, loss, and even suffering.
"Who is the father?" I ask all of a sudden.
"No one that you know obviously and anytime now you can stop starring," she said getting up and laying Lainie in her crib.
"I know that is is no one that I know but, who is it? Why did you get pregnant so young? Your what... 15?"
After I said that I quickly wished I could of taken it back. I didn't mean for what I said to come out like that. I mean, I have no problem with people getting pregnant young or old. It is their decision. But, why did Wynter?
"You seriously think I meant to get pregnant?! I know I'm 15. I know I'm young. But, I DIDN'T want to get pregnant. I was raped! RAPED!" Wynter yelled, tears comming to her eyes.
My jaw droped. I pulled Wynter against me and hugged her and of course she fought back. I hugged her even tighter until she stopped. I could fell her sobbing into my chest. We stood there for about 5 minutes and I just let her cry.
Who would do that to her? I felt Wynter start to calm so I loosened my hold on her enough to look in her eyes but she looked away before I had the chance.
"Are you okay?" I asked her quietly.
She nodded her head yes.
"Here let's go downstairs so we don't wake up the baby, okay?" I ask her.
She shook her head yes and pulled away. I followed her down stairs to my living room. My living room was pretty big. With 2 big couches, a fireplace, a recliner, 2 end tables, a coffee table, a big, flat screen TV with DVD player, VCR player, and a big sound system.
I pulled Wynter down on of of the smaller of the two couches and drew her against me. She was completely beautiful. Even though her face was red and swollen from crying; she was gorgeous. I felt my heart grow with love. I've never felt this way about someone. I'm not sure that is complete love but, it is leaning that way.
"I'm sorry about my break-down," Wynter mumbled into my chest looking up.
"It's okay," I said smiling at her. "Do you know who raped you?" I ask wanting some sort of answer.
"Yes," she answered with fear in her eyes.
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this was a sad, but good chapter. kmp please.
keep me posted (: