Hey There, Delilah -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter Twenty-Nine

*two months later*

Delilah sat on the couch at Caity's apparment, their eyes locked on the screen as the newest episode of Skins played  out.

"Chris better get his shit together." Caity said to a half listening Delilah. 

"Yeah, he better." She nodded.

Delilah's thoughts drifted away from the characters and focused on Ben. They had gotten closer since the day they met, and Delilah  found herself starting to notice the little things he didwhen he's around her.

Like he smiled  at her with a twinkle in his eye that she could never quite place, he was always opening doors and pulling out chairs for her even when it isn't necessary, he always looked her in the eyes when holding conversation, and he always called her 'Love, Sweetheart, or Honey'.

Delilah hadn't had a pet name in what feels like years. She also noticed that Ben looked at her a bit differently compared to the way he looked at other girls.

Delilah had realized that she often daydreamed about him in the middle of class and spaced out for the entire duration of the lesson, and often fount herself wondering what he was doing and thinking about him.

She remembered behaving this way when she was slowly falling for Brent, but she denied it as hard as she possibly could, but the feelings for Ben are much stronger than they were with Brent. Much different.

And no matter how hard Delilah willed herself not to fall for him, she knew that she was.

That's what scared her the most.

Ten minutes away from the end of the episode, Delilah's phone started buzzing in her back pocket.

"Oh, my God, IGNORE IT." Caity screeched.

 She checked the I.D. and saw that it was s Lilith. "It's Lily." Delilah said.

"I'm gonna take this, it could be important." She said and got up.

"I'll pause it." Caity announced.

"Nah, it's cool. We can rewatch it later." Delilah assured her before stepping out into the cold night.

"Hello?" Delilah asked,  walking outside so she can hear her sister better. Caity's apartment had the worst reception in all of Texas.

"Delilah." A female voice said on the other line.

"Who is this, and why do you have my sister's phone?" Delilah asked, confusion lacing her voice.

"Delilah Rose Escamilla, don't speak to your mother like that." The woman said again and Delilah stopped.

"Mom?" She gaped.

"How've you been?" Her mother casually asked.

"You haven't said a word to me in years, and you ask me how I am?!" Delilah asked.

"I'm trying to gently ease into the subject of this call, Delilah." She said in an annoyed tone.

"What are you trying to tell me? I'm kind of busy right now." Delilah said, getting aggravated.

"I'm going to try and make this as easy as I possibly can." Her Mother started.

Delilah heard a few people talking and laughing, so she looked both ways and crossed the street to sit at the bus stop.

"You were adopted when you were ten years old. You were in a car accident when you were nine.." Her Mom said, her voice getting weaker and weaker.

"Mom, this isn't funny. I know Lilith put you up to this." Delilah said, shaking her head.

"I'm not joking, Delilah. Lilith lent me her phone because we both knew you wouldn't answer if I were to call you from mine." She said.

"Mom, this is messed up." Delilah shook her head.

"Place a finger behind your left ear if you don't believe me." Her Mom said.

Sliding her finger into her hair, she felt a small knot just behind her left ear, right where her mother told her to look.

"I-I..." She sputtered, unable to form words.

"Do you remember your fifth birthday?" She asked and Delilah froze.

She thought back, wracked her brain as hard as she could but came back with nothing.

"No."

"You suffered severe injuries and abrasions to your arms, legs, and sides. You received severe muscle trauma in your left shoulder, which is why it often shakes." She said.

Delilah reached up and touched her shoulder and felt the muscle tremble. She thought back, and realized that it did that a lot.

Delilah's eyes started to sting with tears and she blinked them away.

"Mom, please tell me you're lying." She said, her voice breaking.

"But, that isn't the worst of it. You suffered a good bit of head trauma and you were unconscious in a coma for two weeks. You woke up with amnesia and didn't remember a thing. Your childhood, you mom or dad, the accident..." Her Mom said and a sob escaped Delilah's throat.

"They didn't make it, Delilah. You were the only survivor."

Delilah couldn't stop the tears, or the sobs that came out with them. She took the phone away from her ear and held her arms on her forehead as she tried to process everything.

"Delilah." Her mother said over the sound of her repetitive whispers and weak sobs.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Delilah sobbed.

"I couldn't, Delilah. I couldn't break your heart like that. It would've broke you." She said.

Delilah shook her head and hung up the phone before collapsing onto the curb, hugging her knees to her chest while she sobbed into her jeans.

She cried for her birth parents, her adoptive family, for Lilith, Danielle, and David, and most importantly, herself.

She calmed down enough to stand up and go inside, her arms covered in chills from the harsh wind.

Looking both directions, Delilah slowly stepped onto the pavement to cross the road. She didn't see, nor hear what came next.

She felt an excruciating pain, and it was gone as quickly as it came, and black took over.