DELILAH POV:
Diana, Caramel skin, long black wavy hair and hazel eyes. She was born and raise in a caribbean island and move to France at the age of 18 with a scholarship to study in one of the best university in paris "francis marion university". She met Louis Fay a 23 business student. They fall in love and marry 5 years later. Diana drop out of school 3 moth after she got married. A year later she give birth to a beautiful little girl, they named her "Delilah Fay".
I opened my eyes and my mothers eyes met mine.She was beautiful like always, but something in then made me sit up right away. She put a finger to her lips indicating me to stay quiet. I nod. She walked to my bedroom door and leaned a side of her face on the door. She was listening to something. Something was up, i knew it. I had seem my mother in stress before, but this time it was something more, it was like... Like... Fear. My mother was scared of something. Or someone.
She went back to my bed and hug me."baby i will need you to do something for me. Is a game, can you play a game with mami?" She said that and looked down at me. I nod." Ok, i want you to put some shoes on and get your coat ok, but try to be the most quiet that you can be" i nod again and went to get my shoes. I put rain boots on, and got my pink coat. I walked to my moms side and that's when i notice that she had a suitcase next to the door
"Mommy where are we going?" She cover my mouth and kneeled in front of me.
"Lily what did i said about being quiet?" I just looked at her ." we are going somewhere but daddy's not coming it's just girls" we stared at each other for a minute before she got up and opened the door. We walked through the hallway tiptoeing until we got to the front door. My mother opened the door and grab my hand and run with me until we got to a car waiting for us down the block.She put me inside and got in the passenger sit. I kneeled up and turn to looked at the street while the car speed off and left my neighborhood behind.
I woke up gasping for air. I looked around realizing that it was just a dream. I let my body fall back to bed and put a pillow in my face and groan. The dreams came back, i haven't have one in more than two months. I took the pillow off my face and looked at the clock in the nightstand. 7:30. It was too early, i though i could've a nice and relaxing morning today. I guess i went overboard with my optimism.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, i pour some water in a cup and took the kitchen phone and took a sit the kitchen tool. I made a call.
"Hello"
"Hey, is me. How are you?" I said.
"Im good, and you? Are you working?" She knew me, and knew that it was not way in hell i could wake up this early unless i had not choice.
"No, no. I woke up early." I replied.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yes maria, I'm just calling to see how you're doing ?"
"Im good. Missing you like always. when are you coming to see me? I miss you" i knew she did. I miss her like crazy too. She was the only person that knows about those dreams and how i get.
"I know, i miss you too. I will be there soon, i had some things to take care off. Talking about that i have to go, Kyle will be here any minute. " We said our farewell and hang up.
Maria, she was the only family figure that i have in my life. She's a Mexican women, middle forties and single. I met her at the age of 12 when my father decide to send me to the united states. He couldn't take care of me, thats what he said, it was time for him to go on with his life and with a kid at his side it could be difficult, but it wasn't like i was by his side. After my mother left him and took me with her we went from place to place until we end up in Spain with my mother's friend. We lived in Spain for one year. I was happy, i missed my father but my mother told me it was for the better and i believed her, how couldn't i? She was the happiest i had seen her in my shot life. But it didn't last too long. A year later i was at school when my father came to pick me up. I new something was happening, i ask him for diana, i demanded him to tell me where she was but he didn't say anything, he took me. Back home to France . I didn't saw my mother after that. Five years later on my 10th birthday i receive a latter from her. Basically she told me that she call my father so he can take me with him. She said that it was not way she could have make it being a single mother with no money, no family, and renting a house on the south of Spain. She said that i could be fine with louis but she lied. He took me to his sister house and left me there for 7 years. I saw him when he went to deliver the letter and the day he send me to USA. Since then, maria has been my only family. She was single, no kids and not family like me. I sight. I really miss her.
