There's Always Second Chances

Chapter 11

I woke up groggy from last night. What happened? I remember as far back as Delilah patching me up. The covers were strewn about and the black shirt I was wearing last night, laid on the floor in tatters. I rolled over and on the nightstand was two pills, what I presume were painkillers, and a glass of water. Right beside them was a note. 

See you at my parents. Thank you for last night too. - Lilah

I rubbed my eyes and picked up the note. Definitely real. What did she mean by last night? There was a knock on the door. I tugged on underwear and trousers before answering the door. Søren and Andrea came in and immediately Andrea was checking me over. She pulled me into a hug once she had finished scolding me for being reckless. 

"Thank you for saving us Adrian," she cooed and leaned up to press a kiss to my cheek. My heart raced and I felt on top of the world. It really meant a lot that Andrea thought of me as a saviour. "Where's Delilah?" asked Søren. I scrunched up the note from last night and shoved it in my pocket. 

"She told us to meet her at her parents." I responded. I packed away my stuff again and we went to check out of the hotel. It was busy today, more tourists and business people crowding up the space. I called Andrea over and we walked outside and there sat a long black car. A man held up a sign with our names on it. "I guess that's our ride?" Søren asked eyeing the car suspiciously. I nodded and walked towards it. The man took my bags and put them in the boot of the car. 

I got in and sat against the leather seats. We really didn't need this treatment. I would've been fine taking another taxi. "What happened last night?" I muttered to myself, looking out the window. We'd been on the road about half an hour and all I saw was wall to wall traffic. We unfortunately were hit by a traffic jam. Stupid spring break. I could've been at home video calling my Mother and making sure she's okay. 

"Did you get knocked on the head during the fight last night?" asked Andrea looking at me concerned. I shook my head. At least I don't think I did. I know I took a rough landing on the floor but I'm pretty sure I'm fine. "No after the fight. After we switched rooms. I don't remember much after that." I responded. I wondered if they actually were wondering the same thing. The expressions on their faces confirmed that they didn't know either. 

"I don't know, Delilah spiked your drink?" murmured Søren. He was careful with the volume of his voice. Considering we were in the car of one of Delilah's many servants. Andrea hit Søren in the chest and scolded him about how we shouldn't just jump to conclusions. I have got to admit that although it may be a jump or a stretch to the truth but we don't properly know her. We just know what she's showing us. 

"I think I slept with her," I mumbled. I remembered vaguely seeing a condom packet on the side. Andrea and Søren both had wide eyes. "That's why you want to know what happened?" Andrea was the one to speak first. I wouldn't blame their shock. It's not like I took an interest in anyone at school or showed interest in doing those sorts of things. It was a slip up. I didn't mean to. I was supposed to be focusing on my studies and then going straight home to Australia to get a job so I can support my family. I didn't need the drama of relationships. 

We rolled to a slow stop and the engine was cut off. The next few hours were a blur. I found myself in the kitchen helping Delilah's Mother with the dishes. "You don't have to help Adrian, you're our guest," she insisted. I flashed her a smile. "It's no problem, I like to help out." I responded. 

There was a brief pause of silence between us before she looked like she was going to speak again. "Adrian, how's Delilah been treating you?" she asked. It seemed like she was worried. I thought about it a little bit. "She's been fine. In fact she's go out of her way to buy us stuff even though we don't ask for it. She's been chilled out for the most part. Just hiding away in her room until dinner or school." I responded. I didn't want to say all the trivial little things Delilah's said or done. Overall she's been tolerable. 

"I'm sorry to hea- Sorry, you said she's being good?" Delilah's Mother said bewildered. I nodded. She smiled and laughed a little. "Must be your influence. How long have you two been dating?" she asked me. I froze a little. "I'm sorry to have put you on the spot," she mumbled. 

It was shock to say the least. I wasn't about to just come out and say 'hey I think I slept with your daughter last night but I'm not entirely sure.' I was panicking, looking for any answer to give her. "I'm into dating. I'm just here for studies." I responded. I hoped that came out right. I thought it over. Oh god. I said 'I'm not into dating.' Now she's going to think I sleep around. 

"You should go out and have fun. I know Lilah's difficult but you've got to give her a chance. She's rough to start with but once you get to know her, she's fun." I nodded along to what her Mother said to me. She seemed the complete opposite of Delilah. I wondered where Delilah got her attitude from. "Where do you come from?" she asked me. "I come from Australia." I responded. 

"How come you're not at home? If you don't mind me asking." she asked me. I took a deep breath. It was a lot to unpack. I wasn't entirely comfortable with who I was at home but I guess I've got to accept it at some point and just move on. "I used to get into fights a lot. I wasn't on good terms with my dad and now I'm here." I said. I didn't want to give too many details. Delilah's Mother took my face in her hands and looked me over. "I presume you got into another fight recently. Why?" she interrogated me. 

I'm surprised she could work out how fresh the injuries were. I must look like a right sight. "It was with this guy. Dante? I think his name was. I was just protecting Delilah and my friend Andrea from being taken advantage of." I responded. I clenched my fist. I watched as her face paled and a stern look replaced her relaxed features. "She was with Dante again? I told her not to see him again." she started.

"You sound like old hags," Delilah stated as she flounced into the room. She sat down in one of the chairs at the table and I took my place in one of them. "Who said you could talk to my Mom?" she asked me. She played with her food and the scowl didn't leave her face. I guess she heard the stuff about Dante.

Deciding to toy with her, I bit back a grin. "Why? Afraid of what I'm going to say?" I asked. If looks could kill, I'd be dead 100 times over. Delilah's family sat down. "Whatever," she responded and continued to pick at the food. If she wasn't going to eat it then what's the point of her even sitting at the dinner table. "When are you going back?" Delilah's Father asked. "I uh- tomorrow." responded Delilah. I was shocked. I thought she was going to stay longer. After all she doesn't go home for holidays either. She pushed her chair back with an awful squeal and stormed off. I was also shocked at her stammer. Was she nervous. 

Dinner plates were stacked up. "Adrian, why don't you try talking to her. She won't listen to us," remarked Delilah's Dad. I nodded. "I'll try. I'm not sure she wants to listen to me either," I responded. I remember the multiple times she asked me to help her with her homework and she just didn't listen to what I was saying. She'd go to Andrea after that. I trudged up the wooden stairs and managed to navigate myself to Delilah's room. I hesitantly knocked on the door. 

She opened the door with a scowl. "Go away," she snapped once she saw me. I didn't even get to say anything. I waited for a moment. Should I try again? It didn't sound like she meant that go away. "Wha-" I started to say once I saw her open the door again. "Shut up," she cut me off. I was pulled into her room and pushed onto her bed. 

What is she doing? She wrapped her arms around my body and put one leg over mine. I heard her take a deep breath. I daredn't ask what was wrong or why she was doing this. I just let her do her thing. Whatever made her feel better. I felt her relax beside me, her breaths evening out and her body became more and more relaxed. 

I closed my eyes and let myself go to sleep. I'll ask her what's wrong tomorrow.