"Coming, give me a minute please!"..
2 minutes later :
"Oh, Hello young man. How may I help you? Are you Dorothy's son? Oh Roger I'm so sorry, Come in!"..
"Uhm Mam, im not Roger. My name is Dylan. Im a friend of your daughter, Delilah. This is her house right? I've come to see her. Is it okay If i come in? I really need to see her..."
"What sort of sick joke is this? What sort of humans are you youngsters? The news reporters have ruined our life, what more do you want? What has my baby girl ever done to you? Go away... Get lost.. Get out of here before I call the police" spat Mrs Jomes holding her tears in and Anger at bay.
[Her mother was about to Slam the door on his face when he lodged his foot in between and Her Father came barelling downstairs running towards her mother with her teara setting him off into his Alpha mode]
''Honey, what's wrong? Who are you shouting at? Why are you crying what's wrong? ..
And Who might you be Mister and Why are you on our property? Why is my wife crying? Get out of here before I kill you and you hurt her anymore.''
"Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do all this but all I asked her was if I could see Delilah. We're friends and she hasn't been coming to school and I got really worried and I really need to see her please. This is Delilah Jones' house right?"
''This used to be her house. You might have gotten the wrong Delilah's address.''
"No sir, see she's the same Delilah I'm talking about in that photograph on the coffee table. Sir please...."
[ pointing at a family portrait of three happy faces]
''Young man, I lost my daughter in a hit and run accident last year. Im sorry but you're mistaken. Please go away. You've got the wrong Delilah. ''
°Closes The Door°
"But.. But.."
