-Escape-

Chapter 18

** If you don’t catch on, De and Lilah are just nicknames for Delilah, the new girl.

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-Alex**

My eyes light up as I finally see the girl standing infront of me and I gulp. “Oh my god…De?” I ask looking at the girl

She clenches her jaw, her eyes watch mine and mine watch hers. I cant read her expression. Fear? Excitement? Hate? Longing? I haven't seen her in so long and I couldn't believe how grow up she looked. My little Delilah finally strted brushing her hair, it was cut neatly to her shoulders now, probably by someone who actually knew what htey were doing instead of me. I smile at the memory.

“I missed you so much” she mutters running over to me and wrapping her arms around me tight. She hits my chest hard but I don’t budge because I am still in so much shock. All the memories come flooding back.

“I missed you too.” I whisper into her ear.

**FLASHBACK**

“You can’t go!” screamed Delilah tears dripping down her face, I try not to look at her as I grab my bag from under the bed. It has held up pretty well all these years, holding it's sturdieness for this exact moment.

I sigh. “De, this is my last chance. If I don’t leave now I never will.” I replied throwing some more tee shirts into the backpack.

I have lived here my whole life. I was the odd little orphan kid who didn't really have any friends. I spent most of my time with my nose in a book, or at least until the little blonde girl with the messy hair showed up, then everything changed. And tonight I was changing my life again, I am leaving the orphanage home tonight.

“You can’t Jade, you just cant!” she cries ripping the tee shirts out of my hand and tossing them on the floor. I roll my eyes and bite my lip, I cant change my mind now.

“Lilah, you know that I have to do this.” I say slinging the teeshirts over my shoulder and taking both of her hands in mine.

I wipe another tear from her eye. She finally calms down and asks. “But what about our plan?”

I look down at the girl. She is only eleven, a year younger then I yet Lilah looks eight. She is small with long blonde hair and big green eyes. I know that she will get adopted. Me, not so much. Lilah and I swore that we would both get adopted together. But nobody wants a twelve year old who already looks fourteen.

I know it is hard for her to understand, along with looking eight Delilah thinks like she is eight too “De, no one wants to adopt me…” I say truthfully

“No.” she whispers shaking her head and squeezing my hands

I smile at the feeling of her little hand in mine “I know that a nice family will come and…”

“NO!” she screams ripping herself away and running across the room crying. She sits on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest and her lower lip sticking out. The tears are evident on her cheeks and her eyes are red from crying. I slowly walk over to her and wrap her up in my arms.

“We were going to be sisters.” She whispers leaning her head onto my shoulder

I let out a little laugh wiping some of my tears. “We will always be sisters.” I say back.

Delilah throws herself into my chest and wraps her tiny arms around my neck, “When do you leave?” she asks.

“Tonight.” I answer.