Ring.
Decline.
Ring.
Decline.
Ring.
"What, Lucifer? What? What what what?"
"What?! Where the hell have you even these past 3 days? God, Delilah, what?"
"No-where, 7-Eleven, the motel at the end of the street. No-where." She told him. She was munching on her already bitten down nails, and her anxiety was out of the roof.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the motel at the end of the street."
"Alright, I'm coming to get you."
"What the hell? No, Luke-" And Delilah was going to finish her sentence, but she was met with a dead line, and he was probably already on his way here. So she sat on the motel floor and played with her fingers.
She didn't know what to say to anybody, she had barely any money left and she didn't want to see her parents for a while.
And so after about 13 minutes and 47 seconds, Luke came a-knocking on her motel door, or more like knocking it to the floor.
"What? Hey." She said as she opened the door, and then she realized their conversation today was most "what?" because they had many questions.
His large hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her into his arms.
"God." He whispered, and she could tell he was a little mad, but she didn't mind.
So she wrapped her short arms around his torso and inhaled in his scent, and for the longest while he made her feel so much better.
"Why aren't you at home? What happened?"
what what what what what
what hasn't happened?
"My brother died."
And his face got kind of sad, and his shoulders slumped down and he kissed her face, because she knew he felt pain before, and right now that's all she felt.
"Oh. I'm sorry baby." He said to her softly, he was holding her, and his hands were wrapped around her own, and he was quite possibly the only home she had.
"I would say it's okay but it's not." And she wasn't rude, she was being honest, and Luke understood.
Delilah didn't explain the rest to him, but she felt like he knew already, and he wasn't being persistent. but he was there for her, and that's all that mattered.
"Let's go, Delilah Maybe to 7-Eleven or maybe to apartment 206, let's go." He said, pulling her soft hand with him through the door.
"Okay." She said, and so they went.
To 7-Eleven, and to apartment 206, which felt like more of a home than her home did.
