The boy across the street

i'll be your soldier

*delilahs pov*

I woke up at 11:30 and took a shower. It was 11:45 when I got out. I sighed as I remembered the scars all over my thighs. My shorts ALWAYS covered my scars. Only my best friend Grace knew I cut because the reason is way to painful to talk about. I put on a pair of shorts and a sheer tank top and went down stairs. "Hey Robert where's my mom." I asked. "Why do you care? I shouldn't have to tell you shit. Go back upstairs you ungrateful kid." "okay. But I'm going over to the McDonoughs for a pool party. And I don't think you want to say no because of the outburst from dinner." I glared at him when I said every word. "Fine. Now go you ungrateful- beautiful girl" he changed his tone of voice as my brother walked in. "Yeah that's what I THOUGHT you were saying." Devin muttered under his breath. Robert left. "Hey Devi, I'm going to the McDonoughs for a pool party at 12:30. I can't find mom so I'm telling you." I said while giving him a hug. "Okay Delli, have fun!" he said while hugging me back. It was already 12:10 so I went up and picked out my favorite bikini. It was pink and black with zebra print on it. what am I gonna do? I muttered to myself. I didn't know how I was gonna cover my scars so Toby wouldn't see them. Then it hit me. I got my pink and black board shorts that were the length of my normal shorts. It was 12:20 when I finished so I went downstairs.

*tobys pov*

I'm really nervous because Delilah is coming over to swim today. "Calm down Toby! She's coming over to swim, not marry you." Riley said. "Yeah, not like this one time will show if y'all will marry each other." Connor said laughing. "Hey I like our guys outfits, the white then the leather jac- WAIT A SECOND WHY ARE YOU GU-" "TOBY STOP YELLING." My mom screamed. "Sorry mom" I muttered. "Why are you guys dressed like that? You look pretty fancy for swimming." "yeah because we aren't swimming we are going out to a important meeting." Riley said smirking with air quotes. "I really should have known this was going to happen." I said rolling my eyes. "Can I panic NOW" I asked my idiot brothers. I swear, sometimes I want to punch them. "No, it'll be fine! you like her, she likes you. It's 12:28 and you know Delilah's always on time. Go get ready." Connor said. Before I could reply we were cut off by the doorbell. We all ran and I got to it first! But got pushed out by these idiots. And who are these idiots you ask? My brothers. "Everytime." I mutter under my breath as Delilah helps me up. "Thanks" I said smiling and blushing. "Why don't we just have a lazy day!" I ask. "That sounds amazing! I'll go change!" Delilah said. "No no! You can wear one of my t shirts I insist!" "Okay!" Delilah said. "Well we better get going. We have a restarted meeting. You two have fun!!" Connor said. Then they left. "Come on I'll give you a t shirt." I said. Delilah grabbed my hand. I felt sparks. I smiled and walked into my room. Devin was asleep. THANK GOD. "You can pick a t shirt and shorts if you want." I told Delilah. "Thanks" she said and smiled. "You don't mind if I change in here. I'm in a bathing suit." "Yeah it's fine! I'll find a movie!" She started changing and I looked over. Then I saw it. "erm Delilah what's all over your leg?" i asked already knowing. "Shit." She mumbled. I got up and just pulled her into a hug. "Why do you do that to your beautiful skin?" I asked. "I'll tell you the story. If you want..." "Yes. I do come here." I led her over to my bed. I was practically in tears. "Well, I've been bullied since 6 grade. And my Father mentally abused me." She paused because she started crying. I wiped the tear away with my thumb. "And I just couldn't cope so I started cutting." She got out. It killed me inside. I felt like I got stabbed inside. "Why your leg?" I asked. "Because it goes unnoticeable. I don't like being the center of attention." She was still crying so I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.

*delilahs pov*

We were hugging then he let go. He looked me in the eyes and then he kissed my scars and looked back up at me. "Your beautiful Delilah. Please stop." Toby told me. He was crying. "Play me a song on your guitar." I said pointing to his guitar. He grabbed it then started strumming.