Hey There Delilah (Sequel to Not The Same)

Papers

I arrived at my destination panting and out of breath at about 3 in the morning. The website said it was open 24 hours and, thank the lord, the lights on inside indicated that it was. Before entering, I observed my surroundings, scared that someone could've been following me. I pulled open the door and went up to the elevator once I believed the coast was clear. I clicked the button and it only took a few seconds for the ding to sound and the doors to swing open. I hurried inside and observed the list of floors with their office names attached. 

Floor 5: Jensen's Law Firm

I clicked that button and began the ascent to floor number five. A second bing rang in my ears and the doors opened, releasing me to a small office space. There were cubicles all over the place and papers, filling cabinets, scanners, fax machines, and bulletin boards littered the cluttered room. A tall women wearing a skirt, white blouse, and blazer approached me. She had been sorting through a filling cabinet near the door.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked. Her voice echoed in the small empty office space.

"Uhh, yeah. I need to speak with a lawyer." I told her. From the reading I'd done online, I was kind of familiar with the situation I was in but not much. She laughed at me.

"I mean, what can I do for you legally." She extended her arm. "I'm Cecilia Watson." I shook her hand. She waited for me to introduce myself but I didn't. Once the awkward silence had gone on long enough, I started to explain.

"Here's the thing," I told her, in an almost commanding voice, "I need complete privacy with this. Therefore, I can't tell you my name and I hope if you were to see me anywhere else other than here, that you would have full understanding that nobody can know about my predicament.

"Of course." She said with a smile, like she understood. But she didn't understand, she couldn't possibly understand.

"I need papers." I told her.

"What kind?" She asked, already headed towards the filling cabinets in the back.

I paused before mumbling word that I believed I would never in my life use. She stopped right where she was for a moment and stared ahead at the wall before her. Inside that hesitation, all of my own fears jumped out at me and I almost turned right back around and left without another word. But I stayed, and she digged through cabinets and folders for those papers that I so desperately needed.

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>Megan's POV<

"Delilah..?" I asked as she walked into our room at 6 in the morning. She looked like hell. Her hair was all knotty and messy and her makeup looked like shit. She was holding her shoes and her feet looked red and almost swollen. Bags were under her eyes and her cheeks had a faint flush, and not the good kind. "Are you alright?" She nodded. I set down the eye liner I had been applying and stood up, intending to talk to her but she shrugged me of and headed for her duffle. "I was worried. I woke up and you weren't here and I hadn't seen you come home last night."

"I'm fine." Her voice was dead.

"Did you even sleep last night?" She shook her head as she scanned the room for her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Quickly she located them and scooped them up in her arms. "Hurry.. We're leaving soon." I watched her exit, worry filling my mind.

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Roman's features were clouded with confusion as I told him the story of what had happened with Delilah.

"She didn't say anything to me." He said. I shook my head.

"Something's up." He nodded in agreement but then seemed to change his mind.

"I've seen lots of contestant's come through this competition. The fact that it's someone we care about is just making us worried. There's always people who break under pressure and maybe Delilah's just one of them. I mean, having a hard time dealing with shit is clearly something that runs in her family." He smirked. At that moment, Delilah put her body between us, facing Roman. I didn't even know she was backstage. I thought she was in the auditorium with Declan and the rest of his band.

"I'm fine, okay? And as for the stress, believe me, I can handle it. My mom cracked under pressure because she was being forced to choose between herself and the man she loved." There was a bitterness in Delilah's voice that I had never heard before. She gave me a glare that left me speechless and took off without allowing either one of us to say anything.

"Wow." Was all Roman said, watching her walk off.

-----------Author's Note---------

Hey guys :) So I think I've forgetten to mention this but if you go on my profile you will see my next book New York Skyline there. There isn't any information about it yet other than it's a Harry book but I will be changing that shortly after I finish this story! I hope you guys will read and enjoy that story after this one is done, I have big things in store for it :D

I've slowly been editing some chapters in Not The Same recently (just like fixing messed up spelling or punctuation) so there's no like drastic changes to it but just to let you know!

Also, I'm going to be trying out a schedule. I'll be updating twice a week, on Tuesdays and on Saturdays and hopefully that will help me update more frequently!!

xx, Ashley.