Keanu

Chapter 42: Deliah!

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Chapter fourty-two: Deliah!
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Deliah's POV

The drive back home is long, and I decide to swing by Nate's house before going home. When I get there Nate, Keanu, Armando and Damon are all enjoying a few drinks and chilling in front of the fireplace.

"Well look who decided to bless us with her presence," Nate said handing me a drink. "No thanks, I'll make myself a java or something."

"I'll join you." Damon gets up and follows me to the kitchen.

"Guess who just got Armando a new girlfriend," Damon says casually.

"Shut up! No way, who?" I squeal like someone who didn't just kill someone a couple hours ago.

"Amy Davids."

"What?" I burst out laughing. "Amy Davids? Are you serious?"

"What's wrong with Amy?"

"Nothing, she's just very introverted and not really his type, but who am I to judge."

"Exactly, you're dating Mr. Casanova. And she's actually really into him, she told Carmen about her crush on him and when I asked Armando he said 'sure, she seems cool' which is way better than Sarah's 'sure, I'd hit that' right?"

"Yeah, talk about progress."

"Stop mocking me and make your stupid coffee."

"Hey! No talking to my wife like that," Keanu says entering the kitchen.

"Well that's my cue to leave." Damon grabs his drink and salutes us before exiting the room.

"I missed you," Keanu says placing his hands on my waist and snuggling into my neck.

" I missed you too. Look, Keanu, we have to talk." This was it. It was now or never. I couldn't keep the pregnancy  from him any longer.

"I'm listening."

I take a deep breath before starting.

"You know I love you right?"

"Yeah? And I love you too. Darling, what's going on? Does it have to do with where you were all day?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I was at your house earlier but your dad said you've been out all day."

"My dad?"

My dad talked to Keanu? My dad who doesn't know I have a boyfriend talked to Keanu!

"Yeah, he looked kinda angry though. But he was alright, atleast I got the meet the dad thing behind me now."

"Umm... I gotta go."

"What? Why?"

"I just have to." I quickly exit the kitchen and then the front door without greeting anyone.

"Wait, Deliah, wait! What's wrong?" Keanu asks catching up to me.

"Why did you go to my house? Why didn't you text me or call me? Damnit what's the use of having a cellphone!"

"Woah, relax, Deliah I-"

"Just leave it, I have to go." I get into the car and drive home. When I arrive, I notice that all the lights were on and his car was in the driveway.

I stand at the doorway and am greeted with silence. Before I could open the door, my father being the gentleman he is opens it for me.

"Come in," he says calmly. I quickly assess his condition. He's definitely drunk, that I can tell, but he's not his usual wild and violent drunk, he's calm, too calm.

I enter the house and he closes the door behind me. "Take a seat, Deliah." I do as he says and he follows by taking the seat next to me on the coach.

"You're...boyfriend was here. Tall, very manly looking." He takes a big swig of his vodka, scrunching up his face, before facing me.

"You think you're all grown up huh? Think that being tied down to one guy makes you less of a slut?"

Silence.

"Answer me!" He slaps me across the cheek and tears spring loose in my eyes.

"Answer me, damn it!" He pushes me down and climbs on top of, taking hold of my throat. I struggle underneath him, struggling to breath and clawing at his hands to stop him from strangling me to death. Blood flows from the cuts I engrave on his hands but he doesn't stop. He continues his torture and starts punching me in the face.

"When I'm done with you no man will ever look your way again!" He yells out profanities with every punch. I don't know how but I manage to push him off of me and land on the floor next to the couch with a thump. I try to crawl away but he aggressively steps on my leg and I scream. He applies more pressure until he hears the satisfying crack he was looking for. I cry out in pain and try my best to get away. I struggle to get up and manage to escape to the kitchen. Bad idea because now we're surrounded by more sharp items he can hurt me with. And he makes use of the opportunity by grabbing a knife and stabbing me in the shoulder and slicing through my abdomen. He throws the knife to the ground and pulls my hair.

"You're horny? You wanna fuck? Well then show me what you got! Show me how big of a slut you are!" He starts unbuckling his belt and grabs me by the waist. I scream, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder, abdomen and leg. I need to get away, for myself and my baby. I take a beer bottle on the counter and smash it on his head.

"Fuck!" He retaliates by throwing me to the ground and emptying an entire vodka bottle on me.

"Wanna bet on how fast you'll burn alive? There'll be enough time after I fuck you."

"You sick bastard!" I grab the knife he dramatically threw on the floor and stab him in the shin. He cries out and buckles over and I use that opportunity to stab him in the rib, abdomen, chest, any place I find an opening and then smash a vase on his head. He immediately blacks out and I make a run for it. I grab my keys and drive to Nate's house as fast and safely as I can with my potentially broken leg. Streetlights and cars whir past me as I try to make out the objects in front of me through my tears. When I arrive at the house I limp to the front door. With all the blood I lost I don't even have enough energy to open the door, so I just hammer on it.

"Who the fuck is that?" I hear Damon say as he nears the front door.

"How am I supposed to know? Go check, you idiot."

The door opens and I lose my balance falling forward into Damon's arms.

"Deliah!"

"Deliah!"

I hear footsteps quickly approaching us and multiple voices call out my name. I try to open my eyes, but it's a failed attempt before I black out.

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