The Support Group

Chapter 15 - Delaney

         

He wasn't wrong. He knew exactly where I lived because of my brother and did not hold back at all in turning up to my house. He was puffing and panting when he finally reached my house. I could tell he'd ran all this way which would have calculated to 30 minutes. As I looked out at my window I saw such urgency rise upon him, such an alarm feeling I could feel as he looked frantically. I don't ever remember meeting Flynn. I heard a whole lot about him but never did I meet him. He's one of the few friends of my brothers who never focused on me which makes me feel warm on the inside. His group of friends aren't good guys, including my brother. I was afraid Flynn might have been another one of those guys, but he always continued to prove me wrong. His story was one I read over and over again as well. Even though he had what Mara referred to as a 'shitty' life, It seemed though he was the only one out all those guys who fall under that cliche popular boy group who had any sense of humanity in him.

As I look at the window and see all urgency on his face the thought runs through my mind as to whether he even knows who I am. It's oblivious he sees me as Drakes younger sister and he could easily see what I look like through photos hanging up in my hallways, on my Facebook page and Instagram. I can't help but wonder if he knows my height, the length of my hair, the scent I carry, the direct distance of how far apart my eyes are. I wonder if he even knows what I look like.

As I stare at him through the glass window I watch him as he sits on the front lawn calling me multiple times. My phone is vibrating like crazy. I strain myself from answering it or calling for him. I don't understand myself why though. There is an extremely attractive boy down stairs who only wants to protect me for reasons I have yet to completely understand. I stay watching him. Eyes peeled on his every move.

I watch as he stands up kicking the ground and begins to leave giving up on all hope. I quickly run downstairs at this moment. Unsure completely as to why now I do, having just wasted 50 minutes of his time including the 30 minute run and the 20 minute wait for me. As I open the door I do not call for him as there was no need to, he turned around. Somehow he has super hearing and heard the door open. He ran towards me and simply gave me a hug. Although it wasn't the first hug I've ever received, it seemed to feel like the first real one that meant everything to me. It was though all my pain I'd been hiding in this world was finally let out in this hug, everything I'd been pulling back was finally let go as soon as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. As soon as my arms wrapped behind his neck, my head fell on his left shoulder. As my head fell on his comforting shoulder. I sobbed, for the first time in years I finally cried.

We decided to go for a walk. At first it was silent and awkward. We just walked with a resumable distant between us. We continue to look at each other, but when we caught the other we'd both snap our head forward. This repeated for awhile. Until he finally stopped me in my tracks and sat down on the concrete side walk. I sat down in front of him. I let out a sign, It's now of never really.

"Where shall I start?" I say out of no where catching him completely off guard. "I know the rumours that go around about me, some think I'm dating a older hot guy, that I go to these parties because I want to get laid, I remember hearing one stating I'm pregnant which is why i'm never at school. Trust me though, the truth is far from all those things. In ways I feel like we both relate with the fact of us being seen as someone we're not. You are seen as this popular, hot guy who seems to have the perfect life all laid out in front of him. I'm seen as the slutty rich girl, using my brother to get the all guys."

His eyes are daunting, staring directing into mine. He is hanging off every word that comes from my mouth, taking it all in, memorising it. Emotions flood through his face of confusion, possibly wondering who I am, I mean if the tables were turned I'd be feeling the same.

"Truth is Flynn I'm not rich, my parents are. I hardly even know who they are. Its as if they aren't in my life physically just financially. I'm assuming you know from my brother my fathers a famous doctor and my mums a successful lawyer, both incredibly talented and rich. The two of them are always travelling, always having late night and early morning shifts, leaving me to see them almost never. You'd suppose i'd be sad over this fact but I'm not, I hardly know them so how can I be sad over people I don't know."

I pause for a second to study the detailing on his face, giving some way of me knowing what he is thinking. He is looking down at the ground, a worried sorrow completing his face. Im uncertain as to why'd be worried, It's unlike I've gotten into anything worried worthy yet. Now I don't know whether to continue. He has stayed mute through it all. Im not sure what that means. What do I think I'm doing, he's clearly a friend of my brothers, what in the right mind over took my conscious thoughts and decided to blab about all these personal details. I need to leave.

"Delaney?" He looks up at me with his brown eyes solidly looking into mine. "Are you alright? Uh, I mean thats a stupid question, but do you want to continue talking or ..?"

I don't know how to reply If I'm honest. He has a cute dorky vibe surrounding him, making it come off as sweetness. There's a no denying fact as to that's why all the girl spawn over his dorky behaviour, clearly mistaken for sweetness. I smile and ask if I can continue and he smiles back comforting me in knowing he actually cares.

"As I was saying my parents are never home, but it doesn't stop them from being strict. Drake is seen by my parents as the golden child so they allow him to go out to parties, as long as I went along, because there was know way they'd allow me to stay home alone. I never understood why but in their eyes i've alway been far from the golden child. In result of it I was then dragged along to all these parties. Most defiantly saw this as the perfect opportunity to meet guys and 'get with them', for me though I'd find an abandon room, where i'd read or do homework. It was quiet hard though, I'd be trying to read the love story of two star cross lovers, when I bunch of teenagers would be listening to music and screaming their heads off. A few times horny teenagers would run into the room and start making out all over the bed, some would leave once they saw me others wouldn't care really and just carry on about their business."

"Did you witness Jack doing those awful things or were you.."I look down in shame. I've never told anyone of this, I don't know whether I should just lie. If I lie it doesn't seem as bad, or maybe If I just stay looking down he'll catch on and I wouldn't have to say it for myself.

"Delaney, look at me in the eyes. Were you a victim?"

The tears fall down from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. As I look into his eyes, suddenly fallen speechless, all I can do is nod.