Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

It was not your fault but mine

Oh god what do I do, what do I do?! I dont even know who this kid is and now im deciding wether to take her or dump her with some random strangers that are paid to watch her.

"Mr. Perry? Mr. Perry are you there?" Justin asked over the phone.

"Yeah yeah, give me a minuet." I grumbled into the phone.

What would the guys think? What would Erin think? What would I do? Ive already missed 15 years of her life. What would she think of me? Think im scary or mad at me for not being around or just down right hate me?

"Mr.Perry I need a answer now."

I take a deep breath and tell him my answer.

"Ok, I will inform Mrs. Hilly of your decision. Have a nice day Mr.Perry." Justin says before hanging up.

Oh god what have I just done?

/Delilahs POV/

"Delilah?" someone asked before knocking on my door.

I tore my gaze away from my book to the door where Michelle stood, looking so out of place in her dark purple pan suit and briefcase. I sat up and motioned for her to come in. She smiled thankfully and closed the door behind her. What is happening?

"Delilah, I have some news for you." She says, sitting beside me on my bed. Oh boy. Last time I heard that, I learned my dad wasnt really my dad.

"We found your dad."

I hesitated to smile, waiting for her to go on to decide wether its good news or not. She takes a deep breath before going on.

"We told him about you, how you were here and everything. Dont worry, we left out the stuff involving Mr.Tracey and your schizophrenia. " Oh yeah, cause thats what I was mostly concerned about." And we gave him 2 decisions. Wether he wanted to adopt you, or to continue on with the foster family we have lined up for you. "

"Yeah, so whatd he choose?" I ask impatiently, worry filling me.

She hesitates before cracking a big smile, her eyes crinkling.

"Pack your bags, he'll be here in two days." she screeches with joy. I gap at her words like they were God himself. He, wants me? He wants me.

"He wants me!" I shout, excitement overflowing within me. I wrap my arms around her neck and squeeze till shes begging me to let go.

"Ok, ok Delilah honey you can let go now." she says, patting my arm gently. I release her but keep the big smile thats on my face.

But wait, whyd he not want you in the first place huh?"

Jack asks, his voice filling my head. My smile slowly drops at the quesition. Why didnt he want me when I was younger? Was I just too much to handle so he left? Does he only want me now because I can care for myself so he wont have to do anything?

"Whats wrong? Are you ok?" Michelle asks, putting the back of her hand on my forehead. I gaze up at her, like this is the first time im ever actually noticing her. Shes got dark brown hair with a few silver hairs peeking out. Shes got laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, making her seem warm and friendly which she was. Her eyes were a soft brown that reminded me a cholcolate. She told me when we first met that she has a son and daughter. Her husband passed away a while ago from the same cancer as my mom died from. Guess thats why I feel so comfortable with her. She knows the pain Ive seen because shes seen it to.

I shake my head and push her hand away.

"Yeah im fine, just tired is all." I lie.

She gives me a suspicious look before shaking her head and rising to her feet. She grabs her briefcase up off the floor and looks to me one last time. "Things'll work out for you. Just be patient and give your new family a chance." And with that, she leaves. As she walks down the hallway she throws a "Start packing," over her shoulder then disappears down the stairs.

Delilah.

Jack whispers in my ear. I jump a little but stay facing the doorway. I feel his breathe on my neck and his chest pressed against my back. I try not to speak.

Come on D, just say one little word. You were little Miss. Chatty Cathy with that social worker lady. Its just me.

I jump when I feel his lips on my neck but remain silent. I wont give hin the joy of watching me squirm.

Mmm, Delilah. Come on, just talk to me. We used to be so close. What happened? 

His hands wrap around my stomach, pulling me closer to his chest. I suck in a sharp breath as his nose glides up and down the side of my neck. I can feel the grin on his face as he inhales slowly.

"Please...stop," I beg him, holding back the tears in my throat.

He laughs softly, his hand wrapping around my hair and pushing it to the side. He kisses my neck again, this tine harder.

Remember, we'll never leave you alone Delilah. Never.

Before I realize whats happening, im screaming and pulling at my hair. Jack keeps screaming at me that he'll never leave me alone, none of them will. I scream louder and louder, hoping to block out his voice. Feet stomp and Mrs.Hilly barges in my room. I stop for a second to catch my breath.

Delilah

I scream again, trying to block him out. I squeeze my eyes shut but it only makes things worse. I see Jack standing there, telling me over and over that theyll never leave. I hear movements around the room then a hand grab my arm. I panic and start to fight against the invisble force. I hear someone yelling for help and to bring a sedative. I open my eyes to see Mrs. Hilly holding trying to hold me down on my bed while she yells for someone to hurry. A few seconds later Micheal, the front desk man, came in with a needle in his hand. My eyes widen at the sight and I try to fight harder against Mrs. Hilly.

"Hurry Micheal! I dont know how much longer I can hold her!" she shouts at the young man. By this point a crowd has formed outside my room, watching either fearfully or annyoingly. Micheal comes forward with the needle and stabs it into my upper arm, near my shoulder. Before he can press down on it, I crane my neck down and bite down on his hand. He screams out but pushes down in the syringe. I release him when I taste the metalic blood in my mouth. Mrs. Hilly lets go of me, making me slouchy down on my side. The last thing I see are the crowd of girls by my door, watching me. My eyes feel heavy and not befote long, im plunged into a world of darkness.