Delilah in another world

3rd Chapter

After Zoey and I went home the first thing I did was going upstairs. I usually don't go up the stairs, I run up the stairs. It started when I was very little, my parents used to call me "Speedy Gonstaires". I ever laughed that name, and to be honest I still do but I wouldn't like to be called that way now. Not the right name for a 15 years old.

The wallpaper in the staircase had a wooden appearance and also a low wooded smell. But it cause was probably the air fresheners mum bought. 'Maybe,' I thought 'she has an addiction to these things.' Mum didn't just bought one, she bought one for every room. Just saying, our house is very big. It has 18 rooms inclusive 2 kitchens and 3 baths. Of course my parents didn't buy it. A house like this would be very expensive nowadays. It's a heirloom from my great grand mother who died 20 years ago, no one of us can really relate to her except my father of course.

I went into my room and closed the door very quietly when I heard my mother singing a good night song for Amy. 'Well at last I know it's about 7 pm now...' I thought and went over to my wardrobe to take my suitcase. I had a lot of clothes, but I just wore about 10 pieces. People call me ordinarry, until I tell them what music I listen too. I realized my suitcase became very soiled over the years. If I think about it, I haven't been anywhere else for years over years.

The last time I travelled anywhere was when I was 9. It was when my mom had a salary increase. Cory had to do an essay about Croatia so we went there. It was beautiful! Our hotel was near the sea and it waked us every morning with it waves collide with the cliffs. Me and my mother watched the sunset everyday. Cory and dad called us weird, but it was the only thing I can remember I did with her alone together. You could hear the birds singing like sirens do. We went hicking and swimming at the beach, diving and ate at great restaurants for dinner. I wish we could do that again someday. Maybe when mom has a job again.

The door opened and Mom asked; "Delilah? Are you packing?"

"Yes, I am mom. You know that I'm just doing it because I have to, right?" I asked. It was hard to me not to sound nasty to her. Our relationship wasn't good anyway, and I really don't want to ruin the rest we had.

She nodded, "Yes your father and I are very sorry for you. But I think you are old enough to understand. What I wanted to ask you..."

"What? Do you want me to ask if I have enough underwear? If so, I have everything I need mom."

"No, I already told it Cory and I think you should know too. Please don't tell Amy or Morgan anything about this thing... They are to young, I don't want them to be full of hate..."

"Full of hate? They will be full of confussion, not with hate. They are too young to even know hate. Even if I told them, it wouldn't be the reason for them to learn what hate is. I wish they'd never learn what's hate and how to hate. Morgan will learn it sooner than Amy. She'll be in school after this summer. But, I don't think I should give them something to wonder about. That's useless." I said and realized that I just said my thoughts out loud, for the first time in my life. I'm usually to shy for it.

"Okay, keep on packing then." my mother said and left the room. 'Wow! What an attention!' I thought skaking my head and kept on packing.

As I lied down sleepy, my phone beeped. "Hey?" I asked with a voice like a just got up. Damn, packing bags is so exhausting.

"What couldn't you have said better?" It was John. I totally forgot he wanted to call me.

"Well, I won't be here over summer because my parents want me and my siblings to go to our uncle's for summer..." I explained and sighed as I finished the first sentence. "And to be honest, I totally don't want to."

"But.. erm didn't your parents said to never even talk about him again?" he asked and I could hear how confused he was. Just like I was myself.

"Yes, I know. Mom lost her job and Steven just really wants us to come, for whatever reason. So he offered my father 1000$. It's so sick to be honest."

"And what about me and Kylie? Expectally me? I will just sit at home, you know? We wanted to have this summer for us and I even cancelled my vacations at the beach with my parents. Remember the tree house and..." - "Of course I know! God please calm down it's not my decicion. I don't want it either but what can I do?"

"You're right... But what if we just come with you?" he asked excitedly.

"Well, I bet that's not a problem. You know my parents, even if it's very short-term." Honestly, this idea didn't even seemed that bad to me. Uncle Steven will has all he wants and I won't be alone.

"Okay, just let me call Kylie quickly. You know her parents are strict. I hope they will let her anyway."

"And I will take a shower while you do this. Call me later, in a hour or so." I said and hung up with out even waiting for an answer.

Under the shower I started thinking about what would this Zarah be like. Would she be just weird with some weird inclinations? Or maybe really scary? What would she do if we told her what mom and dad said? Or does she already know? How does she look like? Does she dress crazy, or normal? A million thoughts went through my head while hot water flowed down my body. I got excited about the summer, but afraid at the same time. 'What if she's horrible? What if Steven is? And what if John and Kylie can't come with me?' I thought.

I didn't knew for how long I was under the shower. My hands and all my skin was shriveled from the water and I decided to finally go out. It was cold and the mirror were shoe. I drew a happy face with my fingers on it, as I usual do. 'What if I can't do this at Steven's?' I thought and started thinking about all the posibilities which could happen again. I think to much, way to much and I wish I could stop my head from being such an asshole to me.

I grabbed a bathrope and put my hair into a "towel-turban", how I call it. From downstairs, I could hear mom and dad talking. "Do you think it's a good idea? Don't you remember them anymore? They are so weird! What if they will come back and be like Steven and Zarah?" I heard my mom saying, probably to my dad. 'What if', how many times did I hear this today? 'I can't hear anything anymore' I thought and went into my room. After I had closed the door, I went over to my window to open it. I probbed up the window sill and took a deep breath. One of the good things of living in a village somewhere in nowhere is the air. It never smells like any exhaust or industry. Just like woods and freshly mowed grass. It's beautiful. My window was at the side of our house, where no neighbours can look in it. To me it's a real blessing. In such a small village like this, everyone knows everyone and most are really curious. I don't think it's because they want to know everything about you, they just care. It's nice most of the time, but sometimes you just want to be alone. You could see the dying sunset on the horizon behind the wood. The window sill it pretty wide, wide enough to sit on it. I sat down and watched the rest of the sunset until the moon and the stars came out. Even when the sky was dark and the stars the brightest you could see, I could feel a lukewarm breeze on my skin. I loved it, the feeling of summer coming. Although this summer has great chances to become the most boring and awful summer ever.

I listened the sough of the trees and the last birds singing looking for aaccomodation for the night. This was literally the best thing to me, I just loved it. I could spend the whole day like it.

After it became so dark and late that I couldn't see or hear anything anymore. I checked my phone and saw 3 notifications. One missed call and 2 texts. All from John of course. From who else? I wouldn't get any texts or calls from anyone else apart of my family and Kylie and John.

"Kylie said she will talk with us tomorrow. It's her period, i know it" I read quietly.

I hoped so much he was right. I couldn't handle any other problem at the moment, not to think about finding a solution.