Heartbreaks And Her

Chapter 6

Delilah woke up to a severe migraine blowing her head up. She had been positive that these migraines would never annoy her again; well at least that was what the doctor had said. But waking up to this wasn't expected. She didn't have her meds. So she just had to wait till the constant hammering in her head faded away. She looked around for Arthur, but he wasn't there. With the pain increasing in her head, she started looking for the kitchen with the hope that Arthur would be there.

Arthur stood in his study, looking out through the window towards the morning light glimmering on the fields. Last night had been a complete shocker for him. He didn't expect Delilah to ask what she did.

"Who gave you that scar?"

Who gave him the scar? Who gave him those scars? How many did he have? Why did he have them? These questions kept running in his head, building up a storm of thoughts, he couldn't help but think. He didn't want to remember all those incidents, all those painful memories. But still he had gathered up his courage and opened his mouth to say something, when he heard Delilah gently snoring. A smile escaped his lips as he got up to roam around the house, which had become his daily routine.

The first ray of morning light made its way up the sky, others following shortly behind. Arthur could never get tired of seeing the morning sun glistening across the horizon. On the days he was feeling low, he'd just wait for the night to pass and the sun to come up. Sunrises had always been his personal peace. Arthur would have continued to bask in the morning sun had he not heard the sudden clatter from inside the house.

Delilah continued her struggle to move around the house. Her dizzy head and unbalanced steps weren't any good for her and as she reached the kitchen she found herself unable to stand properly, resulting in grabbing the nearest possible thing to prevent her from falling. But that nearest possible thing happened to be an old fashioned dish rack, which quite fortunately was so near the edge of the kitchen platform and so filled with expensive chinaware, that instead of helping her stand properly, it came crashing down with her. She just wished she didn't have to pay for all the damage she had caused. It'll probably cost a fortune and right now she was absolutely broke with nowhere to go and absolutely no battery in her cell phone.

Arthur lifted the dizzy Delilah up as soon as he saw her lying face first on the floor. He couldn't understand what the need was for her to get up and walk around if she wasn't feeling well. Carefully, Arthur carried her to his own bedroom and lay her down on his bed.

"My head hurts. Do you have any painkillers?" Delilah muttered as she shifted to find a comfortable position to lie on the bed.

Arthur checked her temperature. It'd be an understatement if someone said her head was blazing fire. No, it was an actual sun at that moment. Panicking was never known to Arthur but at that moment he couldn't think about anything other than the fact that he was panicking.

A little while later, Arthur was putting wet towels on Delilah's forehead. She had caught a fever, probably due to getting drenched in the rain yesterday. Arthur considered it better that she stayed in his mansion till she got better. But Delilah was on an extremely different level. She wanted to go back home that moment.

"It's not a good idea, dear."

"But Arthur, I want to go back. J- James would be worried about me."

"But you have such a high fever! You can't even stand properly, how will you reach there?"

"I can. And I will. Listen, you don't worry. My phone's dead or I would have called him and told him not to worry about me. But you don't have a charger here and I didn't bring mine, so I just have go there myself. You don't know James, he's crazy he'll go to the police if he doesn't find me. I'll be fine. Don't worry!"

After convincing Arthur that she would be able to go back home alone without any problem, she was finally on her way to the city. Luckily, she had got a taxi who was going to the city too.

The lift to her apartment wasn't in order so she had to take the stairs. When finally after struggling each step, she reached the sixth floor and gently tapped on the door. She wasn't used to knocking, it was her apartment, she didn't need to get anyone's permission to enter it!

The bell was broken. And the gentle tappings were gradually taking a violent turn with each passing minute. When finally Delilah couldn't take it anymore, she banged the door with her fist, as loud as she could. A few minutes later footsteps and gentle shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door.

As soon as James opened the door, he was shocked.

What is she doing here? What the fuck is she doing here? Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Her red groggy eyes brought no sympathy from him. He stood in her way, not letting her enter.

But Delilah wasn't the one to easily back down. She pushed her way through the door and entered her bedroom. Upon entering, to say she was shocked to see what was before her would a huge understatement. She felt as if life had been sucked out of her body. A girl, completely in no clothes, covered just by a thin bedspread was lying on her bed. ON. HER. BED!! How could he do this to her? How could he! To think back to all of the times they had been together, all of the things they had done together, and to think that all of that probably didn't mean anything to him. It all hit her like a tsunami and suddenly she couldn't breathe. Her lungs choked on air. Her eyes went blurry and suddenly coming back didn't seem like a good idea.

Dizziness consumed her again, and Delilah felt highly nauseated. She rushed to the bathroom, puked out whatever she had eaten the day before, and ultimately collapsed on the cold ground.

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Love,

Anshara.