Insanity // l.h.

One

Delaney's POV

one week ago

It was around five in the afternoon when my phone began to ring. It was a number I didn't recognize. I didn't usually answer these types of calls, but this was an exception.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Amira Davis?" The voice asked on the other end. I had the urge to hang up right then and there.

"May I ask who's calling?" I struggled to maintain composure.

"It's Christian. Christian Devine? Your father's step son? I hate to tell you this, but dad passed away last night." I remembered Christian. We had met once before at my father's wedding. 

"Wow. I'm sorry. Thank you for letting me know." I said as tears started to flow down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, too, Amira." He said my name and I winced. "The address is 1751 Collins Ave." He said.

"Okay. Thank you, Chris." I said.

"You're welcome, Darling. I'll talk to you soon." Christian said as he hung up.

I slid down the wall and tucked my head inbetween my knees as I began to sob. I was very close to my dad. He was the only family I had left. The only good thing was that I was getting his mansion. I could finally get out of this one bedroom apartment I've been stuck in for the past month.

My mother died when I was sixteen. She was a drug addict and died of an overdose. She was a disgusting woman and left me to fend for myself when I was thirteen and I've loathed her ever since.

I decided crying would do nothing. I stood up and began packing, though I hadn't honestly unpacked anything since I moved in. I owed rent in two days and I was in no shape to pay it, so it was time to get out and put my stuff into my car.

I grabbed boxes, two by two, and took them out to my silver Suburban. I rolled my suitcase and put it in the back seat, that being the last item.

I grabbed a pen and notepad and wrote:

Helena,

I have moved out. Won't be back. Thanks for working with me this month.

Delaney Grey

Helena would be royally pissed, but I didn't care. She was a bitch anyways. 

I stuck the note on the door, made my way back outside, and got in the car. I took one last look at the apartment building as I pulled out of the parking lot and began four hour trip to St. Louis. 

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I drove until I finally pulled into the drive way of my dad's old house. I walked up to the front door and unlocked it. Oh dad. Leaving the key on the door frame.

I looked inside. It had only been empty a few hours so it looked impeccable.

I walked back outside to grab my stuff. I made my way into the house with my suitcase, taking in the breathtaking place before me. I walked up the stairs, choosing the first room to the left. My old room. It was the same as I remember, with a lack of dolls and coloring books. It was still a very light blue with my name painted over the window. I smiled as I remembered living here as a young girl. 

I walked back downstairs, retrieving the rest of my stuff from the car. I grabbed the last box, shutting the trunk and locking the car. I balanced the box on my knee as I shut the door to the house, locking it. I walked up stairs and let out a sigh as I was about to put down the box.

"Hi." I heard from behind me.

I screamed and dropped the box, having it land on my foot.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" I squeaked.