A Tragedy Away (h.s. fan fiction)

Chapter Fifty One

⚙Delia's POV⚙
I look at myself in the mirror. I popular decided to wear some black nike spandex tights a red t shirt crop top with my name on the front and my red and black nike Blazers. All I have to do is my makeup. I walk to my bathroom and close the door. I pull out my makeup bag and got down to business. Should I go all out or more of a natural look? I think I'm going to go for a natural look. I get my foundation out and only apply it to my cheeks and nose. I lightly draw my eyebrows and brush them for a natural look then apply a light tan to my eyelids but only in my crease. I only draw a thin line of brown eyeliner winged out a little at the corner of my eye then apply a couple of coats of mascara. I stare at my face in the mirror and my eyes wander down to the scars on my stomach. I grab my concealer and hide the huge imperfections with makeup like I always do.
⚡️Flashback⚡️
"I thought we were......" I say cowering back as he stalked towards me.
"We're what!?" He replied harshly backing me into a corner. His face was only an inch from mine and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"You thought we we in a relationship?!! Did you?!" He yelled in my face making me flinch back. I timidly nodded.
"Well, you thought wrong. What would I want with you? I was just milking the cow so you'd help me in math. I should've listened to my friends when they said to be careful when you trick nerds. They become delusional. I'm the 'it' guy in this school, sweetheart. Why the hell would I waste my talents in you. Now Tanya? She's a model. I could've had her if you hadn't burst in here like you did!" He yelled punching the wall near my head. I nodded again and started to make my way out the door but his arm blocked me. I looked up in his eyes and all I saw was rage.
"I'm just....g-going to go...." I said explaining myself so that maybe he'd let me leave.
"No......you're not. Since you took that chance away from me.... I'm going to take a choice from you. No one.....! And I mean no one will want you!" He said throwing me to the floor and straddling my waist. He used his one giant hand to hold both mine above my head and his other to pull out the pocket knife he once told me belonged to his dad. He lifted my shirt and I felt the blade pierce my skin at the same time my scream pierced the air. But no one could hear me, the music to the party downstairs was too loud.
The knife just kept sliding down my stomach from underneath my right breast to my hip. Soon my screams were replaced by me choking on my own sobs. When he finished he got up and kicked me where the gash was making the bleeding quicken. He got up and walked towards the door.
"Say anything to anyone and I'll kill you next time. No matter when or where. I'll find you." And with that he left.
⚡️End Of Flahback⚡️
I looked down and seen that all traces of that horrible moment were gone with the magic of concealer. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook off my jitters. I need to get my head in the game! It's time to see what Harry is really made of. Time to see if I'm capable of even thinking of giving him a chance. I open my lipstick cabinet and stare animatedly trying to come up with the perfect lip color. I managed to narrow it down to three: Matte Rio, Sun Kissed or Bronze Brown. Just as I was about to apply Bronze Brown, I heard a loud bang. Then there was a bunch of shuffling. I quickly turned the bathroom light off and sat on the floor against the door. I sat quietly careful not to move to much. There was still a lot of shuffling coming from the living room followed by the booming of a familiar voice.
"DAMN IT!"
I can't remember where I'd heard that voice for some reason. I slowly got up as to not make any noise and opened the bathroom door as slowly as possible. I silently ran to my room to grab my phone but it wasn't where I left it. Crap! I heard more movement and went to go find its source. I padded slowly down the hallway and came face to face with the back of H's head. He was faced away from me as he paced back and forth in my living room. All fear quickly escaped me.
".......um.....H?" I quietly asked noticing the front door off the hinges. He slowly lifted his head up then turned towards me. About a hundred different emotions flashed in his eyes.
"You've been here the whole time?" He asked slightly raising his voice. I nodded and walked up to him.
"Why?" I asked. He just shook his head.
"I was...... I thought......you haven't been answering your phone.......my texts....my calls.....my voicemails..." He said holding up my phone.
"Yeah, because I was in the bathroom...." I say gesturing to my incomplete makeup. I reached out to grab my phone but he held it away from me. I quirked my eyebrow at the movement.
"What's the password?" He asked making me scoff.
"What's your password?" I replied with a knowing smile.
"I'll tell you if you tell me yours first." He said handing me his phone.
"Fine. 1738...." I say looking away from his amused stare.
"Really?" He asked opening up my lock screen which still was the picture of Harry with his hair braided. He looked a bit annoyed at it but amusement was back on his face when he saw the password actually worked.
"Well......." I asked waiting for him to me his password. Instead he just shook his head no. I sighed and threw his phone on the couch. I heard him clicking a bunch of buttons on my phone then handing me it back. I scoff when I realize he erased all his voicemails and texts he sent while he was looking for me.
"What are you trying to hide?" I say joking around but his grave expression wiped the smile off my face. He walked up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders and looked right in my eyes and growled," When you find out, run. Run from me." And then he went into my room and came back.
"Where's your dad?" He asked suddenly while pressing his phone to his ear.
"Um.....uh......H-he's dead....." I stutter trying to look away from his piercing gaze.
"How'd he die?" He asked.
"..........when you find out, run. Run from me." I repeat the words he spoke to me not even three minutes ago. I grabbed my keys and ran out the house leaving him dumbfounded in the doorway on the phone.

🚬H's POV🚬
I stood in the door way and listen to her tires screech as she sped away from me.
"What's happening?" Silencío answers my call.
"Get a DNA test on the hobo. I got one from Delia's brush. I need you to dig into her. I need all information on her. Everything." I say looking after her.
"Fasho boss." He said.
"Silencío?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"No bullshit." I said and hung up. I slipped my phone into my back pocket. Damn! I should've asked where she was going. I ran to the black suv across the street.
"Go after her. Text me where she ends up!" I yell after the man as he drove off. I went back inside and started to fix her front door that I broke down while I wait for my expected calls.