My Name is What?

The End is Now the Beginning

[A/N: When I originally wrote this story this was accurate to the time, so many of the cast has changed as well as how long shows have stayed on Broadway. I'm editing again, but I am going to keep these numbers the same to make it easier for me lol]
We arrive at The Hilton on 42nd Street, a couple of doors down from the New Amsterdam Theater, which is still showing Aladdin. It's been three years going strong and the show definitely deserves it. I've personally seen it twice and loved it each time.

My parents thought of the amazing idea of getting me my own room that had a door attaching our rooms together. That way I have my privacy and more time away from them. I drop my backpack on the first bed and wheel my luggage over to the window. I look outside and have a perfect view of 42nd and of all the people walking below.

I decide to head into the bathroom so I can shower and change before my mother has a heart attack. I shower quickly avoiding my hair because I washed it yesterday. I get out and dry myself off and head to my luggage as I peer inside thinking of what I should wear. I assume we are going to go out dinner since it is about five thirty now and we haven't eaten since before the plane. I decide on a short sleeved maxi dress with blue and white stripes. I grab brown sandals and pin my hair on the outsides of my face and then apply minimal makeup.

As I'm finishing up I hear a knock at the door connecting my room to my parents.

"Come in," I say dreading what might come.

"Are you seriously going out in that?" My mother questions. I turn around and face her, to see her annoyed expression. Always the snobbiest, thinking that my choice in clothes wasn't "couture" enough. 

"Yes, what's wrong with it?" I reply trying to keep my annoyed tone out of my voice but failing.

"I told you to stop talking back to me. Which you better do or we'll leave without you," She angrily says back with my father glaring at me.

That's it.

I can't take this anymore.

The words escape my mouth before I can stop myself.

"I have had it with you two treating me like a pile a trash all my life. I never did anything to you and yet you still treat me like I'm some sort of burden! If I really was you could've gotten rid of me. But, no. You just had to keep me with you and have me live eighteen years in hell! But you know what? I am done. Done with both of you and I never want to see you two EVER AGAIN!"

I don't know when the tears came but I felt them stream down my face slowly as I continued looking at my parents waiting for their response.

"Is that how you really feel?" My father whispers angrily.

"Feel? It's what I know. I have been nothing but a weight on your shoulders ever since I was born. But now you get what you want. I am leaving!" I yell, my mother clinging to my father's arm. A tear rolls down her cheek almost making me feel bad for yelling.

Almost.

"Know? That's what you think Delilah, and you'll never know why your life has been this way," my father states, venom dripping in his voice.

"Then tell me! Tell me why I have been treated this way!" I continue yelling. I look over to my mother who seems to be trembling.

"You're the product of rape," she said. A chill ran down my spine at her words.

"What?" I asked shocked.

"Your father's brother attacked me when we were younger, jealous that I had chosen your father instead. When you were born, I knew I couldn't look at you the same way if you had been your father's child," she whispered angrily.

"So that's your excuse to abuse me? All these years you kept me as a punishment to my real father, because of something you could've solved my just giving me up?" I asked, still unable to process all of this new information.

"I am not sorry for how things turned out Delilah," my father stated. "You are the reason the love of my life has lost her happiness," he continued.

I shake my head, looking up at their now tear ridden faces.

"I can't stay with you two," I finally speak again, "I'm leaving." 

"Where are you going to go Delilah? You don't live here and you don't know anybody. Is your precious Phantom going to come and save you?" He says coldly.

"I'll manage. It's not like you two care about what will happen to me. You wanted to leave on a happy note? Well I'm sorry it's not ending that way," I state with a strong voice. I grab my bag and leave slamming the door behind me. I don't know what to do or where to go but my mind goes to one place where I can forget about everything.

Majestic Theater.

**********

Twenty minutes later I reach the theater on 44th and head for the alleyway behind it. The ally is kind of dark with a row of red doors and a black metal staircase on the stone walls, as it's the connection between a few theaters including the Majestic.

I don't know what I'm doing here and it's a Saturday meaning there is a matinee performance going on at the moment. Or by now finishing. I sit against the wall and slide to the ground hugging my knees to my chest. I begin to cry again and think about what I said to my parents. I was happy I finally spoke up to them, but why did I feel so bad?

Well, maybe because the fact that even though I did hate them, they still provided for me. I relaxed my breathing as I sat there longer, the tears drying off as time passed on. I looked at my reflection my my phone, fixing my appearance as I continued sitting there. As I leaned my forehead against my knees, I head the silence of the ally break by the voice of man. 

I look up to see Jeremy Hays the actor who plays Raoul for the show leaning down to my level.

"Are you okay honey? What are you doing here by yourself?" His voice soft. Even though I didn't know him, I felt like I could trust him, and mustered the courage to speak.

"I just walked out on my parents and this was the only place I could think of the be alone," I explained.

"Why here?" He's asks sounding confused about my answer.

"Phantom is my favorite show. It's the only thing I care about more than myself. Which I know sounds odd, but I just feel better sitting here, knowing this theater holds it," I smiled sheepishly.

"Oh I see," he lightly chuckles, "well would you like to come inside and have me show you around? The matinee is over and we have a couple hours before the next performance," He states.

"Really? Are you sure?" I reply grabbing his outstretched hand to help me up.

"Of course! I'm sure you'd love to have some fun after what's just happened," He says with a bright smile.

Jeremy guides me to the staircase to the back door of the theater and I feel my stomach flip with excitement as I enter the home of my favorite show, leaving the thoughts of the last hour behind me.