sooooo that is Delilah^ since i forgot to describe her appearance. i apologize.
ok enjoy.
______________________All I can hear is grunting and someone breathing hard. I open my eyes the first thing that I see are some dark brown eyes staring into my green eyes. There's a guy hovering over me. I panic and opt for pushing him away from my small body. But I can't. WHY CAN'T I MOVE MY ARMS?! I look over to my left arm and see that I am chained up to one of the wooden tubes that are in the head of the bed. I look over at my right arm, the same. WTF. I look back to the, now even darker, brown eyes and begin to cry as I feel the man slide his hands up to my neck and begin to squeeze. At this point I feel helpless, worthless, and scared. I begin to gasp for air as it starts to leave my body. I am desperate. I pull on my restraints but all I feel is a very sharp pain around my wrists. The man smirks and slowly, he lets go of my throat. I gasp and begin to cough. I start to yell for my life hoping someone, anyone would hear and come help me. The man slapped me in my right cheek really hard making me cry out and quickly puts a cloth on my mouth to keep me quiet. Soon enough everything starts going black.
Matthew's POV
I jump out of bed to the sound of a terrifying scream. Delilah. Startled, I run over to her room across the hall, ready to get into my fighting stance but the sight of Delilah kicking, yelling, flaring her limbs leaves me numb. I've never seen her like this. Scared of her getting hurt, I rush over and grab her by her wrist to try to calm her down but guess what; WRONG MOVE. She punches me in the face really hard. I stumble onto the floor holding my left eye with my hand. I glare at her but then I realize that she's having a nightmare.
"Well that's going to leave a shiner." I mumble to myself as I sit up.
Suddenly, Delilah sits up gasping for air. She looks towards me like I'm some kind of weirdo but then her expression changes drastically. It's like she remembered something painful. She then starts freaking out. I rush over to her.
"What's wrong, Lilah?" I ask. She tries to speak but no words come out. She just frowns and shakes her head, starting to cry uncontrollably, I reach for my phone and call Alex. The phone rings twice and then I hear a raspy, sleepy voice.
"Hello?"
"Alex, I need you here asap! It's Delilah." I say nervously.
Without questioning anything, he says, "Okay, get her a tall glass of water. I'm going to call Heath. We'll be there shortly." He hangs up. I run to the small kitchen to get her glass of water. I return to the room she was sleeping in, we're in my family's cabin, near the beach. She is just sitting there, trembling in fear. I give her the glass of water and she gulps it all down with trembling hands. I try asking one more time what's wrong but she keeps shaking her head, whispering stuff I can't make out. Her gaze is lost somewhere in the room. She looks so lost, so fragile. I don't know what's going on. I feel helpless. God, what's wrong with her?!
I sit at the end of the bed in silence and wait until the guys get here. 20 minutes later there's a knock on the door. I walk to the door and open it. Heath rushes in.
"Where is she?" he questions.
"Second door to the left. Where's Alex?" I ask him but he doesn't hear me because he runs to the room where Delilah is. I follow suit and stand at the doorway, not knowing what to do. He sits beside her. He hugs her tightly and starts whispering to her, "you're okay, Lilah. It was just a bad dream. We're here with you and you're safe. Breathe."
"Where's Alex?" I ask again. Heath looks up to me for a second and opens his mouth to speak but a loud sob coming out of Delilah's mouth startles him. He looks at her again and hugs her even tighter. She keeps crying into his chest. She doesn't open her eyes. Her face is swollen from crying and tears keep streaming down her face. I want to help but I don't know how. What do I do? What do I say? Should I leave them alone? Should I try to comfort her too? I just want her to be okay again.
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