Hey There, Delilah -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter Twenty-One

I know this is really random and a bit unusual, but I reread this chapter last night and wasn't really feeling what I'd written, so I'm changing a few details and whatnot.

Third Person's POV

When Delilah twists the front doorknob, she finds that the door in unlocked.

She clearly remembers locking it before she and David left, even double checking it. She warily walks inside, scared to death.

Lilith moved off to stay with their Mom for a while, leaving Delilah and David to stay in the house. Delilah's heart pounds in her ears with each step she takes.

David isn't with her, he dropped her off because he needed to go see Taylor, his girlfriend. She sneaks into the living room, picking up a knife she keeps hidden under the couch cushions.

She grips it tightly in her hand, the point of the blade parallel to the floor. Delilah jumps when she hears someone sniffle, and she slowly goes to the kitchen, clutching the knife in one hand,

her phone in the other. She opened the dialer in case she needed to call someone.

Gathering up her courage, she pushes the kitchen door open, seeing someone sitting at the island with a short glass in their hands.

Brent.

"Brent?" Delilah asks, lowering the knife. "Are you going to stab me, or something?" He weakly chuckles, not looking at her.

"I didn't know it was you, I thought you were a burglar, or something. Why are you here." She says, placing the knife on the kitchen table.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says. "You could've talked to me at the park. You didn't have to come to, or break in my house." Delilah says. He looks at her.

"I didn't break in, I remember where you keep the spare key." Brent says, jingling the key he found under the potted plant on the porch.

"Shit." She mutters.

"Please sit and listen to me." He says.

Delilah sits at the kitchen table, halfway across the room from him. She reaches for the wineglass on the table and holds it in her hands, the coolness of the glass slightly calming her nerves

and anger. "About our relationship..." He starts. She crosses her arms over her chest.

"What about it." She bluntly says. He looks away from the small cup of whiskey and look at her. "I wasn't... completely faithful during it.." He says.

Delilah's heart drops to her stomach and her hands start to squeeze the glass in her hands.

"What?" She says. "I wasn't-" Brent starts.

"I fucking heard you, how could you do that?!" She cuts him off.

"I found someone else. I thought I loved you, but I didn't." He says.

"I always loved Monica, then I thought I stopped when I found you. But, I never stopped loving her... You were just a distraction from her." Brent says.

"I was a distraction?" Delilah yells, making Brent slightly cower at the volume of her voice. "I thought you loved me, Brent. I thought you loved me." She says.

"I never did, Delilah. I loved Monica." He says. Tears fill her eyes.

"I never loved you." He says.

The sound of breaking glass is heard and a stabbing pain is felt in multiple places in her hands.

"You lied to me." She says, her voice breaking. Delilah unintentionally closes her fists, sending pieces of glass deeper into her skin, warm blood filling her palms.