Fixing Delilah

Three

I stare at the blank sky as my mother is singing along to a song, while I try to make out a shape in the clouds. Nothing. "Hey mom," I asked. "Why do I have to live they way I do right now? why does everythi-" mom cuts me off. "Delilah, you know my rules. Dont ask questions that don't have answers. Got it?" "Yes mom," I say. But is it true? I take a sip of my cold coffee as we turn left into traffic. My mom huffs loudly as if she was angry about the traffic. I take out my phone and text Finn-

Do you think I'm a horrible friend?

And then, I wait for a reply, But nothing. Hours pass as my mother is driving down Hill parkway, looking for our hotel, La Suites. "Do you see the hotel anywhere, Lilah?'' My mom alls me Lilah for short- even though I prefer Delilah more. "Nope, I don't see it." I put my empty coffee cup in the cup holder next to me as my mom finally parks in the hotel parking lot. My phones buzzes.

Nah, your not as bad as Lauren!

I stare at his reply. Am I seriously that bad? not as bad as Lauren. I think.

So basically you think I'm bad, but not as worse as Lauren? wow Finn. just wow.

"Delilah," my mom says as we exit the car. "Yeah, " I say. I'm not listening, though. "Can you help me with your luggage and my luggage too? I would love it if you did help me instead of being on your phone and watching me do all the work." "Sure, mom." I say back. I know it's boring, but I do it anyway. One bag after another. It just keeps getting more heavier. heavier, and heavier. "Are you going to help me or not, mom?" I say as she turns her head in surprise. "Um, excuse me, missy! I will not help you if you have attitude like that!" I hand her one of her bags. "Sorry, mom." "It's fine." We walk into the hotel, and I rush to the counter to sign us in. I love doing that at hotels. "Are you checking in, Ma'm?" "Yes, please." I reply back. "For Delilah Harrison," I say so she can hear me. I notice that she has something around her neck. "Excuse me, Ma'm, what's that around your neck?" "Oh," she says. "It's a necklace that my husband got me in 2014, he was in the Army, but he unfortunately passed away," she snuffled a teeny bit, but she got it back together. "Oh, I'm sorry," I say gently, I don't want to hurt her feelings. "It's fine. Delilah and your mother?" she says. "Yes, thank you," she hands me out key card. "You're in room 318, Third floor. That room has a very nice view, they also have a balcony!" she explains. "Thank you," I speed-walk towards the elevator. "Cool," I whisper under my breath as I step inside. My mom isn't that too far behind. she steps in the elevator, and stands there. "What are you thinking about, Delilah?" she asks me softly. "Oh, nothing." I sigh as I look out the glass elevator 'window'. It's beautiful! There are all sorts of roses, and fish. Finally, we arrive on floor three. I turn left, but my mom calls me. "This way, honey," I dash down the hall, and I kinda started running, and one of the room service people asked to walk, but I was plenty embarrassed. "Ahh... hotel sweet hotel," "This isn't even our hotel, we are only staying here for a few days, to be exact." Oh. Great. I plop onto my queen sized hotel bed. and I close my eyes to think. But after a while, I finally had fell asleep after thinking too hard about my broken family.