Bound by grace

8|Therepy

Lucas POV
Delilah moved out of her parents' house a week ago and is now living with her brother. Unfortunately, since she suffered a panic attack, she hasn't been the same. Her parents are so cruel to her; every day I pray to God for them, even though they may be bad people.

"I'm sorry that the flowers you gifted me are now destroyed." She mutters, tears of sadness dripping down her cheeks. She's been apologizing for days over the flowers I gave her. "Dee, I have told you countless times that I don't care that they are gone as long as you are safe." I held her hands gently.

"But it was the first time you have ever gifted those flowers to me."

"It wouldn't be the last time, Delilah." I sarcastically rolled my eyes at her. "I really liked them." She shrugged her shoulders as she looked around my room.

We were at my house for a Bible study, and we finished an hour ago.

"I will get you the same flowers." I smiled at her and let go of her hands.

"So how's therapy?" I asked, sitting down in a blue chair beside the TV stand.

Before she responded, she sighed, looking down at her feet as she sat down at the edge of my bed, fidgeting with her fingers.

I have observed for the past few weeks that Delilah keeps fidgeting with her finger whenever she feels uncomfortable.

Is this a side effect?

She took a deep breath and answered my question with, "It's going alright so far."

"Take your time, Fitz." I got up from my chair, glanced at her again, and then stepped out of the room to give her space.
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Delilah's POV
Walking into my brother's home, I met Stella, Atlas's wife.

Atlas met Stella when she was serving at a coffee shop, and she accidentally spilled coffee on him, and knowing Atlas, he got mad, and they got into an intense argument that caused them to dislike each other for short periods of time.

It was more like they were disliking each other and then eventually falling for each other.

Crazy story, right? But, Stella is a stunning woman and a wonderful mother to her children, Ava and Alex.

God really did his job well.

Her children have the bright emerald green eyes that sparkled with curiosity and innocence, their brown, wavy, slicked-down hair with their lovely, round, and small noses.

Their smiles and giggles bring joy into their parent's home, faces that would easily melt anyone's heart with joy and awe.

"Aunty Delilah!" Four-year-old Alex came running up. to me, embracing me with a hug around my knees.

"Oh dear! I'm sorry that Alex had touched you with his dirty hands." Stella ran up to Alex and yanked him out of my knees.

Alex was covered with chocolate on his face and hands.

"It's okay; I was going to take a shower either way." I smiled politely.

"Are you sure, dear?" Stella asked. I nod my head, smiling. "Mama!" Alex yelled, trying to wiggle out of his mother's grip.

"Alex, behave." She walked to the bathroom with him, and I met Ava.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing," she said with her block toys in her hands. Ava has always been a calm and quiet child, unlike Alex, who's totally the opposite.

I can still hear him screaming across the hall with his mother trying to keep him calm down.

I softly caressed her hair and walked up to my room.

I lay down on my bed thinking about everything that has happened to me a week ago.

My parents disowned me.
I had a panic attack.
I now officially go to therapy.
I just found out that I have anxiety that causes panic attacks.

Recently I'm overwhelmed with fear of what might happen to me next.

I kneeled down and started to pray.
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"Miss Fitz, how's the medication?" Mrs. Warner asked, and she opened a book and started to write.

I rubbed my hands together trying to find words to express.

"They are helping." I smiled. "How are you doing?" She asked another question, and then she's going to ask another question.

That's how it goes.

Words couldn't explain how I was feeling. Only Jesus does.

"I- I'm okay?" I said it was more like a question than an answer. "Would you mind being a bit more specific?" She writes down on her small notebook.

"I am feeling worn out; I feel like I'm doing something wrong to my parents. It's like I'm the biggest mistake in their life. I just feel like I'm not enough for them." I rest my head on my knees.

I tried not to cry, but emotions were all over the place.

"May I excuse myself?" I asked, and Mrs. Warner nodded her head, and I walked directly to the bathroom.

I broke down on the floor; all I wanted was peace with my parents.

Is that too much to ask?

I started to pray.

I prayed and I prayed countless times. It took me thirty minutes to get out of the bathroom.

I felt an overwhelming peace that I couldn't explain; for some reason, I knew it was God deep down. Trying to comfort me.

That made me even want to bawl my eyes out at how good he is.

"Have you talked to your parents about your feelings?" She asked, "They disown me." I mumbled while tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"Ah, I see. When did it all start?" She asked another question.

"When I gave my life to Christ, everything went wrong as if I did a horrible thing. I'm not sorry for making such a change in my life; it was the right thing." I shake my head.

Mrs. Warner kept asking me so many questions and then trying to help me solve them.

She asked for my parents number, which I did.

I walked out of the building, meeting my brother, Atlas, in the car waiting for me.

"Hey." I sniffed; he looked at me with pure sadness in his eyes. "You will get through this. Want ice cream?" He asked me.

I smiled brightly at the mention of ice cream. I nodded at him.