Chapter Seven
866 Words
Delilah
Raised voices filtered from downstairs and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I stepped out of the shower.
Men.
Nothing had changed in ten years. They were still fighting over me, more specifically fighting over my life … my love life.
But I wasn’t sixteen anymore I was a grown ass adult. And they had no right.
Well ok Dom had a little bit of a right as he was and always would be my big brother but Finn… I shook my head . Had to stop thinking of his as Finn. Finn was the boy I grew up with. The one who had wiped away my tears when I skinned my knee. The one who had got me my first sanitary towels when I was to ashamed and my dad was too wasted to even notice Twelve year old me was acting strange.
Finn had noticed. And left the packet on my bedside table.
The man downstairs wasn’t that boy anymore so I wouldn’t call him Finn. He was Double.
He had become Double that night when he had shattered my heart because that’s when the sweet boy had died in my eyes.
My phone buzzed on the bed and I went to it , noticing I had had several missed calls already. Still in morning but a towel I plopped herself down on my old childhood bed. And somehow the lumpy mattress was the most comfortable thing in the world.
“Greg.”
“Where the hell have you been Delilah, everyone has been worried sick.” His strident voice made me move the phone away from my ear.
“It’s a little after Ten Greg, it’s not like I went missing I had to get back home and shower.” Rolling my eyes I settled myself back against the pillows “you are lucky I am even awake.
“Delilah.” There was a note to his voice and my own eyes shot open , there was something wrong I could tell.
“What is it?” I was almost to scared to ask. “I can be back in a few hours so just tell me so I don’t freak out the whole time.”
“You can’t come home.”
The last remnants of my hangover left me. What did he mean I couldn’t go home? My home was my statuary. The one place I felt safe. “What’s happened?”
“He broke in Delilah, trashed the whole place. It’s not safe for you here right now.”
Bile rose into my throat, bitter and sticky.
The mysterious He. He didn’t have a name but he had been making my life hell for the last year. It started all small, and everyone had put his attention down as just a slightly over eager fan.
At first I had even been a little flattered.
And then things became a little more worrying. I had moved to a more secure building. Upped my security if I was out in public and that had just made it worse.
“You said he couldn’t get to me there Greg.” I couldn’t help the way my voice shook.
“He… Delilah. He trashed everything. But I will sort it ok ? I will. I’ve cancelled all your gigs this week.”
“You did what? Greg the summer season is about to start I have commitments. Promises to keep.” Work, it was the one thing that kept me sane . It kept my mind off of it. And now he was saying I couldn’t even go to work?
“Not until this is sorted Delilah. I would rather you safe and able to make money in the future then dead.”
I laughed and it was a mirthless sound. Typical Greg . All about the money.
“I need to come home and get my stuff at least. My passport and bits.”
“Delilah there is no stuff. He smashed it all , covered it in….” The silence was filled with his raspy breathing.
“What?” My voice was rising. Hysteria starting to set in.
“Delilah He defecated all over , urinated on everything. You don’t want this stuff now.”
I sobbed and the noise was unusually loud in the Suddenly deathly quiet house. He had done what?
Why would someone do that?
“Greg.”
The door banged open and I moved without thinking throwing myself into his arms. Sobbing wet tears on to his T-shirt and strong warm arms wrapped around me.
What had I done to make someone hate me so much?
“What the hell is going on?” Don had picked up my discarded phone and his voice was low and dangerous as he spoke to my manager.
“Its ok Del I got you.” Doubles strong hands smoothed back my wet hair as I cried into his chest.
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