Too Fake for True Love

Chapter 3

"Delilah...Delilah..." There was annoying finger snapping and a cranky old man's voice above me yelling for me...

I usually get really angry and irritated after I go through the " Fake process." It sucks like hell and I don't want to go through with it but it happen no matter what. Only this time, it sucked more than usual. I had a killer headache that made ever noise sound like thunder from a random storm that came out of nowhere, but this time I knew where the storm was coming from. It was David yelling in different languages on the phone. Probably to convince the Hunt not to come over and capture us like one of the gross Fakes.

Dying would be nice, my brain said but my heart knew I couldn't leave Dad all alone. Not with the way things were now. He needed me and, more than anything else, I needed him. I hated myself but that gave me no right to put Dad through hell and back.

I realized I was still on the floor and that no one was really paying attention to me at the moment. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but ceiling.

"Will you shut them up, David?!" I yelled. The room grew silent, even over the phone.

"I'll call you back later." David whispered, as he hung up on the Hunt. Normal people wouldn't hang up so quickly on the Hunt but I guess since David was high up in the system, he could.

"Honey, are you alright?" Dad whispered as he helped me sit up.

"You're really going to ask me if I'm alright after all that?" I said dryly. I turned to look at my father and cringed. His eyes were bloodshot yet blacked out all at the same time, his face paler than it's ever been, and almost a dead-like quality coming off of him. You could still see his sharp fanged teeth as he talked. This was his post Fake stage where he had already gone back and forth between Fake and...normal.

"Well, I'm glad you're fine then..." He said, standing up. He was so tense, it was scary knowing that this was what my dad has come to. David slowly walked over and knelt in front of me.

"They're not coming if that helps, little oiseaux gris." He whispered quietly. I nodded knowing a thanks would boost his ego, but I was truly grateful for everything he has done for us. I looked into his green eyes and I just wanted to hold him tight.... until I noticed the bleeding scratch on his face.

"What happened, David?!" I yelled. He shrugged it off, almost giggling.

"David, please tell me I didn't do that to you..." He laughed so loud that it even had my too tense of a father smile.

"Hell no! I fell as you're father and I were trying to...'calm' you down." he said, shrugging again though he seemed to be blushing. I had to laugh it off myself because though David was the most skilled Hunter I know, he was also the most clumsiest person outside of the job.

"I basically had to care of you, kiddo 'cause this ditz over here was freaking out about you and himself that he nearly passed out." Dad commented behind David, obviously trying to hold back his laughter.

David shot him a death glare and I just couldn't help but laugh. This always happened when I passed; one would always freak out, the other would make fun of them later, and the arguing started. It was such a guy thing to not seem weak. Boys when will they learn..

"You guys are really something..." I mumbled getting up, stretching. "Now," I said staring at both of them, "why don't we all sit down at the table, drink some coffee, and listen to why David is really here."

"The Hunt is starting to feel...uncertain about you both."

We had all sat down around the boring round maple table that was oddly placed in the middle of the dinning room by the apartment window. The kitchen was connected to the dinning area making it an even "cozier" place... I don't do cozy. I need open space and freedom to roam. I can't stand tight, squished places where my options where limited.

"What do you mean they're 'uncertain'?" I said as I took a sip of coffee. It was warm, bitter and slightly burnt my tongue...just how I liked it. David sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

"Well, they just don't know if...it's safe to keep you guys in the business anymore." I looked at my dad and waited for his reaction. Underneath I was bursting with anger and wanted to scream, but anything doing with professional business I had to leave to my dad.

"Why would they think that?" Dad firmly said, not giving any hint of emotion. David started fidget, and David doesn't fidget unless it involved his family.

"It's your mom isn't it?" I said starting directly in his eyes. He sighed and nodded. I knew it had something to do with his family. See, David was born into the Hunt because his father was one of the greatest Hunts men we've ever had and his mom is the "Director's speaker." She basically talks directly with the Director and tell us what he wants or what she told him was right for the business.

"Just 'cause she talks directly with the Director, doesn't mean she can boss us around. I mean, it kinda does but we haven't had any accidents and I've been controlling better that when I first started."

"I know that but that's only because I see you so often. They don't and the only time they hear about you is when you're going off the wire." David said, shrugging. Dad sighed loudly and rubbed his eyes.

"When do they want us gone?" He said, looking up at David. David sat back in his chair and swished his coffee in his cup.

"5 months. End of the year. It's not for sure since 5 council members out of the 20 don't believe that you guys are...terrible but that's what's being said."

5 months. That's all we had before we were another hit on the Hunts list. Somehow, I needed to one: not lose control, two: convince the Hunt we weren't a threat and three: get the Fakes we were assigned to. Then there was school on top of that and knowing Dad he wouldn't let skip one day...

"So Mom wants me to live with you guys for now if that's ok and sadly I'm too old to go to school with you, Delilah but if you need a ride-" David started but Dad interrupted him before I could say no.

"That would be great, David! Someone to keep watch on my little precious baby girl."

"Dad!" I yelled. He just loves embarrassing me, doesn't he?

"What, my baby girl? Is it nap time for you?" He mocked, in his Dad voice. I rolled my eyes and David started to chuckle.

"God, Dad. I'm going to bed. Thanks for embarrassing me." I said, getting up and putting my cup away.

"Want Daddy to tuck you in too?" David snickered. My cup somehow ended up fly towards David face, and I have no clue how, but luckily he caught it. I smiled and walked towards my room.

"Night everyone!" I yelled, entering my lonely room where the only sense of life was the picture on my nightstand of my mom and dad's wedding day. I sighed, as I put the picture face down.

"Night to you too, Mom."