Dear Delilah, Welcome Home

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Our first stop was my old house. We parked across the street, where a park was, and got out of the car. It was near sunset and there wasn't many people out. I saw a few couples walking around and people coming home from work.

This place looked so suffocated and boring. It was pathetic, and I couldn't believe I used to call this place home. Now, I don't think I ever had a home. Why would I want one? Putting sentimental value on an idea was just plain weak.

“Would you like to do the honors?” I asked Jeff. He got a gleeful look in his eye, and it matched the crazed grin that was carved into his face.

Jeff walked across the street; me following him. I was so excited. There were only three people who could answer the door. They would be terrified out of there wits once they recognized me.

We got to the front porch, Jeff put his hood on, I pulled my sunglasses down, and he knocked on the door.

“Coming!” I heard from inside. I couldn't place the voice, which pissed me off, but I soon got over.

Right before the door opened, I stepped in front of Jeff so they would see me first. He may have had his hood on and his hair in his face, but they would still get the feeling of his psychopathic tendencies to kill them.

A girl opened the door. I didn't hesitate to push her against the wall behind her. Before she could scream, I placed one hand over her mouth, and threw my arm across her chest to pin her down. Her legs started kicking so I push myself further and held her down. She was screaming under my hand and attempting to bite me.

“Shut up, Ashley,” I muttered. Her eyes widened in surprised. Of course I knew her name. She was my sister.

I looked back at Jeff and motioned for him to come in. I gave him directions throughout the house and told him that my parents should be here, and to be quiet.

“What are your plans?” he asked.

“Find my parents. Don't alert them to us. We're taking Ashley with us.” She had stopped struggling, and stared at me. She probably remebered having an older sister, but I doubt she remembered that I was that older sister. She remember the weak, gulible, delusional Delilah. The one that died.

Jeff walked through the house, and I was left with dealing with this whiny, struggling piece of meat. I didn't mind though.

“Listen here,” I whispered in her ear. “You are coming with us. You probably don't remember me, do you? I'm the one everyone fucked over. Do you recall, little sister, how you and mom looked away when dad did the things he did? When he let those strangers do those things to our so-called family? Where's mommy now? She can't cover your weak, pathetic, eyes from everything.” I put as much malice into my voice, trying to scare her. Anger and bloodlust was filling my veins and I started pushing down harder on her chest.

Ashley was frozen now. She was looking at me with wide eyes, and it looked like she didn't hear a single thing. She must have made the connection of who I was.

Jeff came back only a couple minutes after he had left.

“Looks like no one else is home. Need some help with that?” Jeff chuckled as he moved to pin Ashley down. I stepped away.

“What the hell? What do you mean no one else is home?” I growled out.

“I mean, the house is empty other than her. We can come back. I'm sure you have other plans,” Jeff said angrily. He started adjusting himself so he could follow me as I walked out of the house. Ashley then snapped out of her daze and began struggling again.