Painful Thoughts of The Hidden One (The Broken One Series #0.2)

Just Another Name

My friends called me Agnes. My brother called me Aggy. Cass called me Aggs. My parents called me Delilah. And he called me Dee.

It was first grade. He came to school with a black eye. Said it was from a baseball. I believed him. I was even envious, cause how fucking cool were black eyes? I wanted one too. Silly ignorant little girl.

  His eyes were especially blue and his hair was this light blonde from the summer sun, all ruffled and sticking out everywhere. It was bring your parent to school day. His parents were busy.

My dad came in his eyes sparkly, glassy, but his smile was wide. He sat down and took out his beat up old fender and started singing with his husky voice that wasn't very good, but made me feel like the happiest girl in the world. As he sung the words I recognized the song immediately. It had always been my personal lullaby. Now it makes me cringe and gag.

"I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window,

I saw the flickering shadow of love on her blind,

She was my woman,

As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind," dad's gaze fell on me and him and he smiled a little brighter. I looked away from my dad and looked at him. His crystal blue gaze was fixed on the guitar hypnotically. (He later learned how to play. And he was amazing. I guess that's another story). And for some reason seeing him so happy made me in a state of utter bliss.

"My my my Delilah

Why why why Delilah

I could see, that girl was no good for me

But I was lost like a slave that no man could free." The whole class clapped and I'm pretty sure my teacher Mrs. Rafes was a bit starstruck and a little flustered (mind you this was an old woman in harry potter glasses, a cat sweater, and a hot pink scarf she probably knitted herself.)

Dad threw out his signature, "Thank you, thank you very much. Dedicated to my darling daughter Deeelilah." Which I now roll my eyes at. And as dad packed away his guitar, he looked at me with bewilderment and a small pouty frown.

"Who's Dee Lilah?" He asked in his cute boyish drawl.

My daddy just smiled. "That's Agnes' middle name."

He grinned. "I's got a middle name too. It's Reagan. Like that really old dude. The one who was like president like a bajillion years ago." Then he turned to me and gave me a toothy half smile. "I like yours name too. Deeeelilah."

I pouted. "It's DUH-LIE-LUH."

And then he smirked at me like he would do a million more times in years to come. Except it's a lot less cute now. Oh, who am I kidding its even more cute. "I like DEE. Imma call you that okay? Dee. And I'll be the only one, you got it?"

My face scrunched up in anger. "But my name's Delilah." And he just shook his little blonde head.

"Silly Dee."

After a year or so I let up. Every time I heard that name my heart swelled, my smile hurt my cheeks, and I had just a little bit of hope. And now. Well... now. Now it's just another name...

Sincerely...

Dee.