𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

'ʟɪʟᴀʜ

I woke up to a series of soft knocks at my door. I sat up and pulled the old quilt to cover my chest.

"Yes?" I called out.

The door opened slowly to show Auntie Mel peeking her head in. She stood in her work clothes smiling at me. "Hey," she whispered. "Why aren't you up?"

Shit. I completely forgot to turn on my alarm last night.

"I forgot. Thank you." I whispered back and she closed the door.

After washing the dishes last night, I had a conversation with her and we talked about how much Vincent was smothering me and wouldn't let me drive my own car. Thankfully, she came up with a great idea for me and I was more than excited to see it work.

I carefully got off the bed, tiptoeing to my dresser. I reached inside and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans before walking over to my closet. I opened the door stunned that there was nothing in there except for my still-packed suitcases.

I quietly laughed, remembering that I never got the chance to finish putting the rest of my clothes away. I'll have to remember to do that later on.

I carefully grab the suitcase and unzip it, taking the things I need.

Bang.

The sound of the bathroom door closing stopped me in my movements.

Is Vincent already up? Why is he up so early? He must be planning something.

The thought makes me jump to my feet and hurry out the door. As I passed the bathroom door, I could see that the lights were on. I ran to the master bedroom, my clothes, toothbrush, and necessities in hand.

I guess I'll just have to work with what I've got.

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It wasn't long before I was running down the stairs, my shoes in my arms, as I tried not to lose my balance. I grabbed an apple from the counter and ran to the door, but I hesitated on my way out, wondering if Vincent would be mad at me or not.

I realized I didn't actually give a fuck.

I quietly opened the door but came to a stop when I spotted him leaning against the passenger door of his car, a huge smile on his face.

"Ugh." I groaned, defeated. I rolled my eyes, locked the bottom handle, and walked up to him. He pulled the door open and I devastatingly got in.

No point in trying to fight it.

He got in through the other side, chuckling, as he buckled his seat belt.

Well, there goes my great plan.

With a sigh, I folded my arms and turned away from him.

When we got to the school, he parked, and I walked out, heading towards one of the benches outside without so much as a goodbye to him. That should give him an idea of how pissed I really am.

Thanks to my 'waking up before him' plan, we got to school earlier than I hoped and I had more than fifteen minutes to kill.

I sat, sketching inattentively with a sharpie along my arm. After a few minutes, I suddenly realized I'd been daydreaming.

"Delilah!" I heard someone call.

I looked up to see Mike, and several other students, walking to the front doors of the school. Mike sat down beside me, a grin stretching across his face.

He looks so excited to see me... I can't help but feel guilty.

"Wow. I didn't realize your hair has red in it." he comments, catching a strand between his fingers before tucking the lock behind my ear.