Delilah Jade Frisco {slow updates}

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Who we are is both fluid and concrete. We change who we are with each new choice we make, but a part of us is forever. Sometimes, that part is obvious to all and sometimes it is hidden, just waiting for the right circumstances to bring it to light. - JEI

Feel free to point out any mistakes/errors, cue most chapters aren't edited thorughly. I will fix it as soon as possible.

C H A P T E R 1

If it weren't for those five bobby pins, my life would never have changed. I would still be the same old me, Delilah Jade Frisco, the good girl with the top notch grades.

The day my happy, innocent world took a trip south had started like any other. My brother, Tyler James Frisco, woke me up early to inform me that he had arranged for me to go stay with my best friend, Charissa Chadman, while he was away on business.

I did exactly as he instructed, went to school, returned home, packed enough clothes and toiletries for a few days, and headed over to Charissa's in my car. This was normal for me, considering Ty's many times of travel. In the end, I ended up never questioning or disagreeing with his wishes.

I know what you're wondering; why would a 17 year old girl not be allowed to stay at home on her own? When I asked my brother the same question, he would always answer with, "It's not safe for a 17 year old girl to be home alone." Even when I insisted that I knew enough self defense, he still refused to let me stay home alone.

In the end I always did exactly as Tyler tells me, except for a few minor disagreements, because I'm incredibly grateful for his nourishment for the past three years.

Long story short; our parents died three years ago. I was fourteen and Tyler twenty. He had fought the courts for months to gain custody of me. The state had wanted to put me into foster care, considering my brother moved out right after he graduated high school, and he was a bit of a stranger to me even though he visited home month to month. Tyler was insistent that I stayed with him in his house. I have no idea how my brother had enough money for a 2 story house at the age of 20, which was a question that was never brought up. My brother qualified to take me in, and won in the end. My parents were careless and didn't have life insurance, and along with that, the court bills and lawyers were very expensive. Tyler had to work really hard and be super tight with money the last few years. So I never wanted to cause conflict and never acted stubborn with him.

Until that day, of course.

About five minutes into the drive, I realized I had forgotten my bobby pins on my dresser. I hated the fact that I forgot because just before packing I told myself to remember the bobby pins. I needed them to pull my bangs back for soccer practice the next day, Both Charissa and her mother had pixie cuts and never needed or bought hair clips, so asking if they had bobby pins would be pointless. The nearest place to buy them was twenty minutes from her house, and 35 from mine. Knowing that I could have just searched up another way to pin or pull back my hair, I was still stubborn; therefore, I went back to my house to retrieve my rebellious bobby pins because it made the most sense, even though Tyler instructed me to be gone to Charissa's by 3:30 sharp and it was already 3:34.

I usually listen to him and followed his instructions to the letter, considering what I told you before, but how bad could it be to return to the house for a few minutes?

I felt a rush of guilt past through me as I entered the house and ran up the stairs to grab those silly bobby pins to get out of here as quickly as possible. As my fingers grasped around the bobby pins, I heard a loud crash downstairs, as if our door had just been forced open.

Was someone breaking in?

After a deep breath I tiptoed down the stairs, mentally cursing myself as squeaks were made by my heavy weight. Taking a look at the front doors, my eyebrows furrowed. It was closed, and the other only two options were the kitchen door or the windows. Yup. A break-in, I mean who breaks in through the front door?