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Chapter Twenty-Five-Delaney
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Delaney pulled into her father's driveway, staring at the one doorstep she didn't want to stand on. She let her head fall against her steering wheel as she let out an irritated groan.
"Why? Why? Why?" she said into the silence of her car. This was the last place she wanted to stay, but she didn't have any other options at the moment. She grabbed her purse, and stepped out onto the driveway, digging her suitcase from the backseat, she took the walk of shame to her father's front door.
The door opened before she knocked. Beth stood on the other side, an apron wrapped around her waist and flour on her cheek. "Delaney! What a surprise," she said, her gaze moved to the suitcase beside her. "Are you coming to stay the night?" she asked, but when Delaney tried to answer, she ushered her in and yelled, "Honey! Delaney is coming to stay the night. Get off the computer!"
Delaney hung her head even lower, following Beth to the kitchen where it looked like a
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Delaney slammed the door behind her, taking in the abandoned house, with empty soda cans, and trash littering the floor. She'd been to his mother's house that one time, but seeing it now, it seemed worse. Sad. She couldn’t have imagined walking into her childhood home and seeing it in this position, but maybe Patch was used to it. He'd grown up in a completely different environment. The smell of drugs lingered in the air, which tasted stale in her mouth. If Patch hadn't reassured her that staying the night was safe, she wouldn't have considered it. It looked like a squatter had been living there. The floors creaked as she made her way through the house and toward the kitchen. Patch emerged from the laundry room, jabbing his finger over his shoulder he said, "I put the sheets in the washer. We are not sleeping on those. I can't imagine the last time my mother wash them." He chuckled. "If she ever did."Delaney's brows raised to her hairline. "We, as in the two of us?" Patch smirked
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Delaney walked out of the house, letting the door slam behind her with a loud thud. Patch screwed his eyes closed and fought his instinct to kick both Gab and Daz out of the house. First, it was stupid for Gab to tell Daz everything they knew about Dillon. After his episode downtown, he couldn't pinpoint the reason Gabriel would do that. Second, he wanted to spend time with Delaney. Let her get drunk in a safe environment, rather than a bar downtown so some douchebag could pry on her. She deserved a drunken night, didn't she? After her dad and brother both kicked her out? Patch imagined they thought it was teaching her a lesson. He understood their fear of her getting pregnant and ending up a stay-at-home mom with a dude that they thought had no future. But it was Patch. The boy they'd picked up at his house because his mother hadn't fed him in a week. The boy that beat-up multiple other boys because Lucas hadn't hit his growth spurt yet in eighth grade. It hurt. Whether he wan
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Patch tried to stop Delaney but she disappeared out of the house into the night. He hadn't thought saving Heather would cause so much drama, but obviously, he was wrong. He wanted to chalk it up to Delaney being young, but he honestly thought she really didn't believe the kidnapping. He sighed heavily, and slid his palm down his face in frustration. When he found them, in the bay of the garage, Heather was tied to a chair, her mouth gagged with sweat and blood dripping from her head. How could Delaney not understand?Patch pulled out his phone and texted her. Come back. Please? We'll talk everything over. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, and walked over to the refrigerator to grab a water. The shower in the bathroom turned off, and he suddenly felt out of place being there with just Heather. That road had been demolished years ago. He felt nothing for her, yet enough to save her life, which didn't mean much. Patch would save anyone in need of saving. He turned to go t
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He didn't believe her. He didn't say it, but he didn't. Delaney didn't know the extent of his relationship with Gabriel, other than them being friends for a while, but it was evident on his face that he didn't like that theory. "You're mad?" she asked into the silence. Patch looked out of the passenger side window, and scratched at the dark scruff on his jaw."Gabriel is the mastermind behind The Kings, Laney? Why would you even think that?"Delaney kept her hands wrapped round the steering wheel, and shrugged her shoulders. "I get a feeling about him, Patch. Daz is out of control, and wild, but he doesn't seem like in this state he's making rational decision. He seemed coerced. Listen, I'm not saying that Daz has never been in control, but something is going on right now with Daz, and I think Gabriel is using it to manipulate him."Patch sighed deeply. "I don't know. I don’t think Gab would do that.""It was just a thought," she said, pulling into the local Motel 6, and parking. Sh
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"I'll give Beth one thing. She picks the best snacks," Delaney said, tossing a bag of chocolate covered raisins and white chocolate popcorn at Joey on the couch. "Hmm. Yum," Joey said, opening the Zip-Lock bag. Delaney opened the cabinet where the wine normally was, and noticed it was empty. "No wine. Boo," she said, making her way toward the couch. "All of my lame teenage rom-coms are in my bedroom. Want to see how awesome I was in high school?" Joey laughed, and walked with her up the stairs. They passed Patch's room, and Joey jabbed her thumb across the hallway. "Guest room?" Delaney opened her room. "Sort of. Patch would stay there when he spent the night." "He didn't stay with Lucas?" Delaney sat down in front of her DVD case. "Well, he would stay over when his mother was strung out for weeks at a time. It was kind of his permanent room here." Joey plopped down beside her. "No wonder you have a thing for him," she said, shoving her shoulder into his. "Did you spy on him?"
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