It was her dad who greeted Delilah from her day at school. In her moment of happiness, she forgot to even realize that her mom's car was replaced with his. He stood up from the couch and shook his head at her. Delilah shrunk back, her violin brushing against the wall.
"What are you doing so late at night? You were supposed to be home," he frowned as he examined the terrified teenager. She strangled out a sorry. He shook his head in disgust as he sat back down to watch the football game. Holding her breath, Delilah quietly tiptoed to her room.
There was no way she would be able to practice violin with her dad home. He would probably yell and break her precious instrument like he did before. Don't get her wrong. Delilah never once get hit by her dad. But if the saying stick and bones may break my bones but words will never hurt me rings a bell then she would rather get hit.
She would rather have a bruise than have the word ugly glare at her through the mirror.
She would rather wince whenever he hugged her than realize that every word that snarls from his mouth is an insult.
She would rather have a beating with beer bottles and clubs than a beating with words.
Because ,yes, bruises sting and broken arms cause pain ,but those words never left. She knew that she was not what he said she was. Yet after years of verbal abuse she gave up and slowly let those words cover her appearance.
Sorry it's short. I got my internet rights taken away so it is a bit of a struggle.
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Falling
Teen FictionDelilah just wants to be able to control her life. And not just a part of it but all of her life. At school she soars with wings of freedom and music. At home, though, she is chained to the ground by very bipolar and completely different parents. Ev...
