“I’m sorry, uncle Julius…I’m scared…I have to do this…I have to…” She paused for a moment, shaking her head. “No, this isn’t something I have to do, this is something you deserve.” Her trembling hands drove the knife down, hammering it into his chest, right where his heart was. He didn’t whimper or
Delilah ran with no care for direction, she ran, and she did not look back. She was finally free; free from the man who had kidnapped, abused and killed her child…she was free, so why…why did there seem to be a hole in her heart? She stopped in tracks, twisting to look at where she was running from
It’s been three days; three days of what Delilah claimed was her freedom. Her injured foot completely healed a day ago, and now she could move around freely, but she was hungry. Throughout her journey, she’d only managed to catch herself one squirrel, and it took her three f*cking lives to do it…sh
It felt warm…he held in a way Jeovanni had never held her before, kissed her with a desperation that she did not know. It was…she just… F*ck…what was happening to her? What was she even thinking? Getting up from her sitting position, she ran off, choosing to continue her journey instead of hunting
One of them looked up at her with a look of pity. “I’m sorry, we can’t do that, she’s already dead.” Delilah’s heart ceased to beat as she glanced down at her mother’s body. There was a deep wound gushing blood across her neck, and her eyes were wide open even though she was…dead. “W-Who?” Delilah
It took three days for her father to wake up and when he did, he was paralyzed from the waist down, and he did not even remember her name until she told him. Delilah had been taking care of him, giving him food, helping him into the tub, and fetching him clothes. Though he did not know exactly who
She nodded at him once more, a lie she could not even tell with her mouth. He looked so hopeful at the thought of seeing her again, but Delilah was sure he would not get the chance to. Wiping her eyes, she marched out the door without another word. Her heart was in pieces, she did not know how to r
Delilah looked at Jeo who stood by the window, looking out there instead of at her. “Are you ready?” he asked. “I’m not, bu-but that doesn’t matter, does it?” “You’re right, I don’t care if you’re ready or not.” He finally turned to stare at her. “I know a rejection is strong enough to kill an ome