Infinity (In Progress)

Chapter 9 - Here for you

P.O.V - Breona

A knock on the front door snaps me out of my misery. Dad? No, he knows how get in.

What if it's a serial killer?

Oh well, at least its another human.

Girl, you tripping!

There hasn't been anyone else in the house for 17 days and it's getting harder to stay level headed.

I can't stop replaying today's event in my head. I'm 85% certain school rumor of the week is that De'Andre and I have something going on.

The stares and thoughts were at a record high, a staggering 75% increase of the weekly average of 192 thoughts about me. A total of 336 thoughts in one day!

Spoiler- not one was in any way good, and I was not even in the cafeteria for lunch. It really does suck but I could care less now. The years of dwelling on them are now past. As famously said, sticks and stones may break my bones but-

Another knock on the front vibrates through the deafening silence. Crap! Better let my serial killer in. I pull the door open to find him standing outside, umbrella in hand. Seriously, can a girl catch a break?!

Apparently not.

Moving to push the door, he stops it from closing. "Hear me out Breona, please"

Damn girl, just one look at you and you make me weak.

Reluctantly I pull the door open, he clears his throat. "I brought you a rose. Um, as an olive branch"

Shoulda been a whole bouquet but Ma would have my neck.

"Oh and also your clothes. I hand washed, machine dried and then ironed them. Uh I didn't use any bleach or fabric softener since I didn't know if you would have an allergic reaction to them or just didn't like them on your clothes."

I swear to God I'm rambling right now. What happened to being a cold hearted n****a when a girl was around Dre?

As much as I enjoyed watching the prize boy at my school fall over his words at my door, we both could get in so much trouble.

Especially since the village here don't mind their own business. Taking the rose and bag of clothes from his outstretched hands, I walk back into the poorly lit house. Leaving the door open against better judgement.

P.O.V - De'Andre

The house looked exquisite and very clean. A stunning chandelier hung in the center of the room. Kitchen and dining overlooked a well kept lawn through a stunning over the sink window. Even the kitchen island looked as though it was made of marble.

"House, activate night mode please. Thanks"

Damn, maybe it is!

I watch in awe as the window glazes over and the chandelier glows to life. An artificial fireplace blooms as several framed pictures on the wall become illuminated to show various stages of life of a very happy family. Ona wasn't even present in one.

"Night mode activated"

What do you want?

Uh, well that's impressive. I should probably say something though. "Where are your siblings? Mom? Dad?" I question. The house had been awfully quiet since I got here.

It doesn't sound or look like there had been anyone else in the house either. No extra dishes in the sink, messed up cushions or even the traces of kids' toys.

Although, I don't think this house was ever allowed to get messy. In retrospect, the driveway hasn't even been shovelled in days.

"Girl, I'm standing right here in your house and you ain't finna talk to me?" She gives me a once-over and heads into the kitchen. Picking up a notepad and pen, she writes a note.

Thanks for the clothes. See yourself out the door please.

"Nah nah nah, I ain't leaving like that" I try to reach for her as she heads up the stairs. "Talk to me baby girl, how long you been all alone for? What's going on?" She looks daggers at me over her shoulders.

Boy, what don't you understand?! Leave me alone

Following hot on her heels, we step into what I assume is her bedroom. "Ona wait, what the fu-"

"Leave"

"-is going on?" I struggle to grasp what just happened. She's speaking! Ona just spoke to me, like me. That's amazing.
Her voice is breath-taking, slightly raspy and rough yet so soft and feminine. "Now"

Alright alright, let's not ruin it. Get out Dre.

Walking out with my hands up, I head back into the kitchen, I can't help but think about why her parents would- what's the right word; abandon? disown? their daughter!

I'm definitely going to try get to the bottom of this. Once decided, I head out of the house and slam the door shut.

P.O.V - Breona

After what feels like years but was only really 15 minutes, I head back downstairs.

You're hoping he didn't leave, aren't you?

Shut up. I'm just getting her clothes.

Spotting the discarded rose on the kitchen island over a piece of paper, I go to investigate.

I'ma pull up on you everyday. You don't have to do this alone.
Btw I'm just a ring away ;) *895412

What do you think Breona's reaction will be? Will she call him?
Also who's her?

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:) Pere