Bound by grace

10|Developing feelings

Delilah POV
I may or may not have developed feelings for Lucas.

For the past few days, my mind has been hunting me down by overthinking about it.

I threw my pillow in frustration at my thoughts.

I grabbed my journal that was filled with countless prayers.

I have been journaling for five years now. Reading back all my prayers from my younger self, I felt somehow grateful to God's grace and mercy and how I have grown mentally and spiritually.

It really is an accomplishment, but I still have things to work on for sure.

I started writing about my thoughts and feelings to God.

I heard a knock on the door, "Come in!" I inquired.

Atlas walked into my room with a small smile on his face.

I knew something had happened, but I wasn't quite certain about it. "Your therapist contacted our parents. Let's just say they didn't take it easy." Atlas sighed in frustration.

I sit up and frown, "I expected that either way." I shrugged my shoulders, feeling somehow disappointed.

"Delilah, they are coming for dinner."

My eyes widened as he mentioned it. "Im sorry if you are trying to convince me to stay for dinner because I am not." I said placing my journal books on the shelf.

"You have to; give them a chance." Atlas insisted. I shook my head. "At the moment I'm not ready."

Atlas sighed softly and left the room.

I lie down on my bed, frustrated.
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I tied my hair in a messy bun and grabbed my purse.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard laughter and small whispers from the dining table.

They really must enjoy Atlas company, for sure.

I sighed. I speed my pace, trying to avoid everyone, but Atlas had to be the one to call my name.

"Where are you going?" He asked, My parents—not my parents anymore looking at me with somehow annoyed at me.

"I'm going out with my friend; I'll be back home soon." I smiled, trying to hold back my tears. "10pm." Atlas warned, and I nodded nervously.

I heard a scoff from my mother, "She's going with that boy, isn't she?" I closed the door gently.

I let out a sigh. It felt like an eternity being there.

"You okay?" Lucas chuckled, looking at me as if I were a joke or something to him at the moment. "Obviously not. My parents came to visit, and it felt like an eternity being there. Life can't get any  worse." I groaned, throwing my head back at the seat.

"Don't complain. Let God take control of it." I smiled at Lucas for reminding me once again because if he hadn't, I would have gone insane.

"Thank goodness you reminded me. Library?" I suggested.
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"Whats with you and historical books?" Lucas placed the cup beside me as he took a seat.

"You don't understand. Did you know that the more you read historical books, the more knowledge you have?" I whisper with a cheesy smile on my face.

"Duhh Fitz." He rolled his eyes playfully at me. "Im more of a Shakespeare guy than that." He opened his book.

"Okay, lover boy." I raised my eyebrow at him.

We were at a library across that opens until 12am. Its dark; the only thing that lights up the room is the candle beside me, and there aren't many people. I would say like two to four people are here, but since the library is dark, you can hardly see anyone.