(21/04/2017)
A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR THE 2.24K READS AND 300+ VOTES. THIS LITTLE CHAPTER RIGHT HERE IS DEDICATED TO EACH AND EVERYONE READING THIS BOOK. YES, GHOST READERS, YOU TOO!! Y'ALLS IS MY LIFE AND I REALLY APPRECIATE EVERYTHING YOU GUYS DO! I LOVE YOU!!
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MARNISE'S POV
"Raven?" Dylan looked at my outfit one more time and I could clearly see that he was surprised.
"No, I'm just joking." I giggled and shook my head, " Raiven, spelt with an 'i' between the 'a' and 'v', is just an alter ego I have." I continued my walk down the stairs, expertly balancing a baby and two bags.
"Shit." I heard Dylan mutter under his breath. "How the...what the...why?"
"How, what, why what?" I giggled as the question came out of my mouth.
"Why do you look like that?" He asked as he pushed the baby stroller towards me.
"Look like what?" I asked, putting my Chanel bag and the baby bag on the nearby couch.
"Uh, different?" He asked again.
"Good or bad different?" I patted Angel's back before placing her in stroller seat. Unfortunately, she started crying so I had no other choice to pick her up.
"I don't even know." I looked up and saw him scratching the back of his head. "I don't think I'm used to seeing you like this."
I threw my head back and I let out a hearty laugh, but I because serious in a split second, "Well then, take a good look, I only dress up like three times a year."
"So the rest of the year..." He trailed off.
"It's sweatpants, sweatshirts and sneakers." I finished for him. I had to go to the kitchen to get some fruits, a book and baby food for Angel. I got back to the lounge and I still found Dylan looking at me. "Will you stop?"
"I'm sorry, it's just, wow." He loooked at my outfit again. "Is that a crop top? Is that makeup? Are those ripped jeans?"
"Get over it and let's go, damn." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking my car." I dug in my bag, fished for my car keys and I chucked them at him.
"What? Why?" He asked and caught the keys with one hand.
Show off.
"It has enough space for all of us, what's your two seater gonna help with? And you don't have a baby seat." I said in a 'duh' tone. We got everything and we made it out the house. I locked up and I opened the garage to reveal my little black Mini Cooper. I advised Dylan to go park his car in one of the vacant garage spaces and I got into the passenger's side seat. I consoled Angel because she was still crying. Dylan came shortly after and he started the car.
I gave him directions to a hair, makeup and nail parlour called 'Break Up, Kiss and Makeup.' I zoned out the entire ride. I was busy thinking about the way a tiny baby like the one in my hands can become polluted later in life with dangerous influences like drugs and alcohol. If you were to see a criminal's baby pictures, you wouldn't think that adorable baby in the photo could turn into a stone cold murderer.
Parents normally think that they failed as parents when their children fall into the clutches of the evil this world holds. They should understand that the children themselves have their own thoughts, their own motives and they are the only ones responsible for their actions; not the parents. Parents themselves should also understand that they can't create the perfect child/children unless they themselves are the perfect parents. Parents can't shelter their children too much because when the children grow, they will get hurt. They won't know how to properly cope with the harsh reality that their parents have kept them from.
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