Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

Dont you forget what we had

"Delilah, may I have a word with you?" one of the cops asked, peeking her head inti the waiting room I was in. I nodded and got up, following her into the hall and leaving my social worker, Michelle, behind.

"Delilah, I have some news. Im not sure if its good or bad but I felt the need to tell you." The officer, Officer Penny, said. She was a meduim height lady with dark skin and soft brown eyes. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other but didnt keep her eyes off of me.

"What is it?" I ask, scared to get even more crap dumped on me.

"That man in there," she began, motioning down the hall to the holding cells that contained my dad and a few other inmates,"hes not your real father."

I stood, frozen, staring at this woman in front of me. Not my real dad? That cant be true. No it isnt, my mom and he made me. Hes my dad.

"No that isnt true. He-He is my dad. Whatd he tell you? Because if he said I wasnt then hes lying!" I stuttered, my voice raising with anger and panic.

"We had to do some blood work on him and thats how we found out. Roger Tracey is not your father. You are not his daughter."

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You know that feeling, when you get hit really hard in the chest and it feels like the wind is sucked out of you and no matter how hard you try you just cant get enough to satisfy your hungry lungs? Thats exactly how I felt.

Only ten times worse.

I was sitting in my room at Mrs.Hillys Home for Girls, waiting for a team of investagators to track down some guy who they think is my real dad. If hes even still alive.

I shared a room with a girl named Amber who was 2 years older than. We didnt talk much and mostly just staid out of each others way. She was a big girl, bigger than me. She had light brown hair and gross green eyes. She had tattoos of cuss words and a eyebrow and lip piercing. Honestly, she scared me to death. She mostly hung around this gang when we were aloud outside the Home.

God, shes got a lot of good crap doesnt she?

Jack asked sarcastically while rummaging through Ambers drawers.  I rolled my eyes and laid back on my bed, crossing my arms over my head amd begging for night time. The Home bought me some precription pills for my schizophrenia but they just make me sleepy and irritable, which are two things that can get the crap beaten out of you here. So I just stash them in my drawer and fight against it. Jacks the only one I see anymore. He mostly comes around to tease me and call me names but im happy for his comapny.

"Jack stay out of there and come sit down." I said, patting the empty space beside me. He groaned but walked over and plopped down on my bed, staring up at the bed above us.

You know, you could escape here.

Jack said after a while of silence. I laughed and flung my arms down by my side.

"Your funny you know? Theres no way I could escape-"

"Escape?" a voice asked.

I shot up, almost bashing my head on Ambers bed, and stared at the person the voice belonged to. It was Mrs. Hilly. She came around once a day for a daily search to make sure we arent hiding any drugs or phones or something. She has a strict policy about no contact except family when they came once a month for family day.

"Escape?" she repeated this time a bit harder.

"Oh no no, I didnt-you see Jack was saying- Im not gonna escape." I finally opted it out. No use blaming a person only you can see.

"Oh yeah, blame it on this 'Jack' person, real smart Tracey." She said sarcastically, finger quoting his name.

Ok, I dont like this lady.

Jack said before getting up off my bed and walking over to her. He had knife in his hand. He was gonna kill her.

"No!" I screamed, running at Jack. Only I slammed into Mrs. Hilly, sending her flying backwards. There was a loud boom, seeing as though Mrs.Hilly wasnt the smallest lady. All the girls that were in there rooms peeked there head out of there rooms, some looking at me, others Mrs. Hilly.

"That is it!" Mrs. Hilly screamed while trying to sit up. Her usual brown curly hair was sticking up everywhere and she had a crazy look in her eye.

"Delilah! All of your privileges are revoked! Your assigned to bathroom duty for 2 months!"

"But I-"

"No buts!" she screeched,"Now, go before I change my mind and tell LA Home for Girls to come get you!" I immediatly shut my mouth. Going there was a death sentence basicslly. Ive only been here 2 months but have heard enough that if your ever sent there, your basically putting a sign on your back that says'Dead'. Thats a home for high risk girls. Its very rare to get adopted there.

So I took my punishment. I scrubbed toilets, cleaned bathtubs and sinks for 2 whole months. And I must say, living in a big house with 10 girls can be the grossest thing ive ever done.

Oh why cant that team hurry up and find my dad?