Bound by grace

6 |Trip

Trip
Delilah's POV
The day of the trip is today! I'm so excited for this journey. It's been a while since I have gone on a field trip.

I started packing early in the morning; I would probably say midnight around 4:30. I couldn't sleep, and normally I wake up at 5 to start my day with the Lord.

Somehow, I started to think a lot about whether I should call Lucas or not.

Would he be bothered?
Is he sleeping at the moment?
Would he be annoyed if I called?

All those crazy thoughts out of nowhere. I have this weird feeling or like likeness towards Lucas, which got me thinking a lot, like a lot.

Do I like Lucas?
Maybe not, or maybe yes.

Those silly thoughts have kept lingering in my head for a week now, and every time I look at him, he's already staring at me, which makes me question him a lot, but finally I captured those thoughts and focused on God's word.

I packed everything I needed for a three-day trip. "Where are you going?" My mother asked while drinking her coffee, looking at me with hatred in her eyes.

I always asked myself, Is she really my mother? She looks at me like a stranger, like I'm nobody to her.

She probably got tired of having me as her daughter. Sad to say, she wanted me to become who she was.

Spoiled
Lost in the world
Gets drunk at parties

She wanted me to become like the world, but I turned the opposite way, not to hate her for sure. I love my mother even though she treats me like garbage.

I still miss the days when she used to kiss my forehead before I went to sleep, read my bedtime stories, take me shopping, dress me up, and love me to death.

But unfortunately that didn't last; after I gave my life to Christ, she became my worst enemy.

It is like I have stabbed her multiple times. "I'm going on a field trip with my friends. I'm so excited! How's your morning going, mother? I said excitedly; the inner child in me wanted to have that normal relationship we used to have.

I'm so eager to just have a normal relationship with my own mother. "You have four days left, and don't ever call me your mother." She rolled her pretty blue eyes and swung her hips back and forth as she walked to the garden.

Those words hurt like I have been shot in my heart. The only thing she's worried about is that I only have four days left.

The worst part is she doesn't consider me as her daughter anymore.

My mother has changed into a monster. A stunning woman from afar but evil up close.

Insane, right?

She has the most beautiful blue eyes with her straight blonde hair, which I wished to have, and now that I'm thinking.

I don't look any similar to her; neither does my father. His hair is wavy, and he has bright green eyes just like my brother.

I'm the only one whose skin is tanned, brown eyes with tight, curly hair reaching my waist, unlike my brother's fair skin, bright green eyes with wavy brown hair.

Where do I even get my features from? I don't even look like my father.

I'm probably overthinking everything.

I walked out meeting Lucas and the others in the car unexpectedly. I thought we would meet at Lucas's house.

It doesn't matter; they are already there.