DELILAH's POV
The warm November breeze wove across my face as I relaxed on the balcony conjoined with Lucas' room that morning. I admired the view of downtown Miami from afar. Thinking of the glory days when Ajanae and I would run there for the Water Balloon Walk in June. I glance down at my left leg. Wishing that it would finally heal and I could walk again. Two months was a long time to not stand on your feet for longer than a couple seconds or need the assistance from another individual or crutches. I inhaled a deep breath and sighed. Closing my eyes, head facing downwards.
I thought of Guy. He had trial that prior week. His head had a permanent indent and he wore a black leather eyepatch. He received eighty-five to life. I sighed in relief when I had saw the officers arrest him spot on. My wheelchair and I sat inside my booth as he walked by, eyeing me harshly. Whispering: I'll come back to you, Rose. The judge whacked his mallet as he turned his head straight ahead, walking out of the courtroom doors.
"Is everything okay, D?" I flinched to Luke's touch pulling me from my daydream.
"Ye-Yes. Everythin- Everything's fine." I hesitated to answer as I flashed him a faux smile.
"Are you sure?" He pulled one of the fancy lawn chairs next to me, sitting down slowly.
I nodded. Not wanting to verbally lie to him anymore than I just did.
It grew silent, he admired the scenery just as I did along with him.
"Beautiful, huh?" He chuckled, holding my hand whilst it still remained in my lap.
"Yeah." I whispered. Slightly attempting to wrap my small fingers over his knuckles.
It fell back into a silence. Nothing but the by-passing hummingbirds and robins singing their Autumn song.
"Hungry? Want to go get something to eat?" He turned to me, exposing his pearly whites as he smiled big.
I shook my head.
"I'm not hungry." I stated just as my stomach growled vigorously.
"I think your tummy says other wise." He chuckled, turning his boyish smile into a slight frown.
"Okay. We can order food I guess." I pulled the lever allowing the brakes to rise from my chair. Turning myself around and heading for the sliding door that goes back into the mansion. He ran in front of me to open and hold the door for me.
"Thanks." I whisper as my back wheels roll over the threshold.
"I was thinking that we could go out to eat. Like the Coney Island downtown." He quietly yelled from the distance as he locked the glass sliding door and slid the curtain over it.
"I don't really feel like going out." I parked my chair beside the white leather couch.
"You haven't left the house in almost two months, D." He stood over me, his hair waving over his face.
"I'm just- not in the mood." I spoke, turning my head away from him.
"What's gotten into you?" He asked, crouching down in front of me and gently falling onto his knees. "This is not the Delilah I'm used to." Although, he chuckled, I knew he was serious.
