Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

I need them to carry me

Sitting in a chair in your guidance counsolers office while you await your, probably drunken, father after your schizophrenic melt down is the best way to tell a person 'Your whole life is now one huge screwed pile of messed up everything and its all gonna get worse.'

Waiting is the worst punishment someone could ever have. Make a criminal wait for there punishment.  Make a impatient jerk wait to find out if the child is his or not. Make a anxious teenager wait for her abusive father to show up so he can talk about how screwed up his daughter is.

After what felt like hours passed, my dad finally stumbled into the guidance counselors office with a bottle of jack daniels in his hand. I stared wide eyed at him and started panicing again. He shuffled in and fell back in the seat next to me, the jack sloshing in the bottle before settling down inside.

"Ahh yes, Mr. Tracey. I called you in to discus-"

"Whatd she do wrong this time?" he interupted, pointing his finger at me.

"Im-Im sorry?"

"Whatd did she screw up this time?" he demanded, taking another swig from his bottle.

"Mr. Tracey Delilah has done nothing wrong, nothing she cant help of course. Mr. Tracey were you aware of Delilahs schizophrenia?" She asks.

"Schizi-what?"

"Schizophrenia,"She corrects him," its a mental disorder that makes it hard to tell the difference between what is real and what isnt real."

"Oh that crap," my dad laughs then takes another swig of alcohol," she doesnt have that mombo jumbo. Shes lying." He scoffs.

"Mr. Tracey I can assure you Delilah is not lying. It seems as though shes gone to great lengths to keep it hidden, that and some other things." She eyes him judgementaly. My dad just glares up at her and snarls a little.

"Mrs. Robinson," I begin before I feel a hand connect with my face and me being pushed to the floor.

"Security!" Mrs. Robinson screams, running to my side as I cower away. Big men bust through the door and grab my dad whos now fighting against them, screaming at me and telling me its all my fault. While fighting against the big men, his grip gets slippery and he drops the bottle. The broken Jack lay shattered in front of Mrs. Robinsons desk as they carry away my dad.

"Delilah, Delilah honey are you ok?" Mrs. Robinson asks, checking over my face and body for any injuries. My lip stings and my head ached but other than that, I feel ok. My eyes fall on the shattered glass bottle and I instantly start crawling to it.

"Im so sorry, I didnt mean for this to happen." I say when I reach the broken shards. I pick them up and place them in my other hand, quickly gathering up the glass.

"Honey honey no put that down." She says, rushing over and swatting the glass out of my hand.

I just broke down then and there, bringing my knees to my chest and rocking back and forth. I sobbed harder and harder, wondering what will happen to me now. I have no family, no friends. Nothing.