Chapter Twelve
DANICA
On Wednesday, I showed up at Trevon's place early. I was shocked I could walk straight. I tried mopping at my eyes, but that didn't work. I couldn't stop crying. I knocked on his door and he opened it.
"Danica?" he opened it wider. "What's going on?"
"I-I-Trevon-" I fell in to his arms. He caught me and took me inside.
"What's going on, Danica?" he asked, curling his arms around my shoulders. I shook.
"Malcolm…he's living in Philly…He's not coming back." I whispered. Trevon didn't say anything. I didn't want him to. He just held me close, running his hands through my hair, calming me down without speaking.
"Where's Tyjon?" I asked softly.
"He's sleeping." Trevon told me. "Are you okay?" I shook my head.
"Danica…I wish I could help you."
"It's fine…Really, Trevon…I'll…I'll be alright."
"You sure?" I nodded.
"Yeah…I…it's not like-"
Trevon nodded, telling me, as if telepathically, he didn't need to hear anymore to understand what I was trying to say. We sat in silence, until Tyjon's high-pitched-baby-only wail broke through the walls.
"He's awake." Trevon said softly. He eased himself up from the couch, but I got up quicker, pulling my hair back with a ponytail-elastic I always seemed to have on my wrist.
"I'll get him. Where is he?"
"He's in my bedroom, in Yanik's crib. But you dunno myhouse, so I'll get him." He got up from the sofa and walked through the kitchen. I stayed in the living room, long enough to hear the sound of a door creaking open. Trevon's easy, flowing voice was like an ocean that I could hear through the walls; like kids can hear the ocean through seashells.
"Hey, little man…You awake, huh? You want a bubba?" I just sat there, listening to Tyjon's coos and Trevon's easy words and how sweet he sounded. It was better than any lullaby I had ever heard, and I couldn't even see Trevon…then it hit me.
Trevon was exactly like Malcolm.
Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks again, but I kept biting my lip, until Trevon came back into the room.
He saw me curled up. I saw him baby-less.
"Where's Tyjon?" I asked. I felt like a little kid who was lost in an amusement park.
"He's back to sleep. Guess I got the magic touch." He told me. "You okay?" I shook my head.
Trevon came closer to me. He didn't say anything. His hand brushed my cheek and he sat down next to me.
"Malcolm'll be okay." He whispered. "You'll be fine…Don't cry anymore." He brought his hand to my face again, and moved his fingers right underneath my eye the exact way Malcolm did.
There was just one difference.
Malcolm didn't kiss me after he wiped my eyes. He went for the bra underneath my shirt.
Trevon kissed me.
And his hands stayed around my waist and didn't go passed my sweatshirt.