Rocky and Delilah

Chapter 8

Delilah

After a big ole' mental debate, I decided against telling Rocky about the skinned animal that I found on my porch. For all I knew, it was some kids playing a creepy prank, or one of my dad's associates making a weird statement.

But honestly, I wasn't going to panic over it. Call me crazy, but I grew up watching my father talk about murder and drugs like you would talk about the weather, so it took a lot to really get under my skin. And it didn't help that I didn't want Rocky to think I was like a child, crying to him every time a small and inconvenient thing happened.

But, I did decide to tell Reese about the incident. I don't think he was listening anyways, because he'd been too busy planning his own twentieth birthday party.

Yes, Reese plans his own birthday party every year, claiming 'no one would do it like he would.'

I tried to help him with what I could, but he was a birthdayzilla, and would become crabby faster than lightning, so I decided to let him do his own thing and just be there for moral support. So while trying to help him plan his party, I had to find a way to drag Rocky with me. At the end, it didn't take much convincing, but I did have to persuade him using less than conventional methods.

"Come on, it'll totally be fun." I pleaded, and Rocky's face was still unmoving.

"No." He stated once again, making me grumble.

And then I had an idea. I got closer and whispered to him, "I'll show you my boob if you go with me for a few hours." I negotiated, and I saw some slight movement on his otherwise stoic face.

Men are so easy, I chuckled internally.

He looked down, "Both, and we stay an hour."

I smiled as I got closer to his ear, and grabbed the hair at the base of his skull, "You get to see both boobies for five seconds, we stay as long as I want, and you have to buy me dinner afterward." I tossed back, and at first I didn't think he was going to take it, but he leaned me away from him, "Take em' out."

So now, we were sitting at a high top table waiting for Reese to return with the drinks. He ended up picking some random dirty bar that I'd never been to before. From what it looked like, it was a place mainly for students, but there were a few oldies scattered here and there, "Jeez Reese, you really know how to pick venues." I giggled, and he went to respond, but we heard a familiar voice approach me from the side, "Delilah? What are you doing here? I've never seen you at a place like this."

I turned my head, greeting the annoying being that was keen on ruining my day, "Wells," I grumbled, "It's Reese's birthday party." I told him, and he let out a dramatic scoff.

Before Wells even responded, he looked beside me and saw the very big man, his eyes trailing down and zeroing in on the giant hand curled around my thigh. His eyes traveled back up and he looked at me maliciously, "Can I speak with you for a second, Delilah? Alone."

I made a move to stand from my stool, but Rocky held me back, speaking before I could, "No."

"Good thing I was asking Delilah, mother fucker,
not you. Back off before I fuck you up in front of everyone here." He bucked up against Rocky, and my mouth fell open. I looked over at Reese and saw he was watching the interaction with his mouth wide open as well.

"Whatever pussy shit you're about to say to her you can say in front of me." Rocky told him, and I could practically feel the anger rolling off Wells as he starting losing his composure, "Delilah do you even know this fuckin' dude?"

"Of course I do." I defended Rocky, and he tried once again, "He looks like a criminal! We're leaving." He went out to yank my arm to take me off the stool, and Rocky stood to his full height, which was about four inches taller, "Touch her again and you lose your hands." He sneered.