Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

If I dont believe in him, why would he believe in me?

/Delilahs POV/

"Since you were 4?" Noah asks astonished.

I nod my head and sink lower into the couch. Its been a few days since the scene behind the bus. Ive been hanging around Noah then sneaking back onto the bus after everyones gone to sleep. I havent spoken to any of the others and they havent made any move to talk to me, which is fine with me. Wasnt into making friends anyway.

His hand ran slowly over my thigh, going over my scars like theyre small mountians to climb. Hanging out with Noah was just, peaceful. He didnt judge or criticize when I say something wrong or do the wrong thing. Just looks at me, like hes fine with my mistakes.

"They started around there but yeah. Jack showed up around that time. Then he was innocent and sweet and my best friend. Now hes just a giant douchebag." I mumble before feeling a hand slap my head. I yelp and hold the back of my head, glaring up at a passing by Jack.

You called me a douche, didnt wanna make you a liar.

He says like its the simpliest thing ever before walking down the stairs and leaving the bus. I keep glaring in his dircetion before turning to look at Noah. He really is beautiful. The face of a God, hair of an angel, and eyes of the Devil. Except a firey red, a intense blue, like ice.

"What are you staring at?" Noah whispers to me.

I continue to stare for a little bit before smiling and shaking my head at him, keeping my eyes on him.

"Nothing." I breathe.

I hold my breathe as I see his hand move out of the corner of my eye. He reaches up and holds his hand against my cheek, running his thumb over my skin. I slowly breathe out and relax, melting into his warm touch. The bruise is long gone but I can still feel it, from where he hit me last at the house when I dropped the plate. Flashbacks take over my brain, making me relive my past like a movie I didnt wanna see.

/Flashback/

Delilah, age 6.

I was peeking into my parents room. Daddys downstairs asleep in his chair. He was always sleeping. Id rather him be there then hitting me. Hes gotten angry since mommy. Must be nice wherever  she went. Jacks been bugging me a lot lately, telling me that its my fault she left. Hes a real jerk.
I slowly walk in and closing the door behind me. Daddy doesnt let me in here anymore. Once I saw him throwing stuff into boxes and shoving them into the closet. It was mommys things. He was mumbling something about her and drinking from the icky brown bottle. It always makes daddy act crazy and mean. I wish he wasnt like this. That he was still my daddy.

I stop just before the closet door, looking up at it. Mommy used to pin pitcures to it. Of us. Of family. Of herself. Of places she said she wanted to go.

I reach out and touch the little holes the pins made into wood. The feel rough and kinda scratchy. I reach up and turn the knob and push the big door. It swings, making a scary creeking sound. Its dark inside, like a big scary monster will get me. I run my hand up the wall and touch the light switch. I flip it up and have to cover my eyes because its too bright.

Mommys boxes!

I kneel down and quickly open the stubborn brown box. Mommys clothes and pictures and jewlery box is inside. There covered in dust and smell like my granparents house. Mommy never did come back to wear them. And a big white cloth that feels funny in my hands. I grab it and stand up, holding it away from me.

Mommys wedding dress.

"Hey!" I jump and drop her dress. "Hey get out of there!"

"Daddy im sorry I didnt mean to!" I scream, standing up and looking at him. Daddys a tall man. Lot taller than anyone ive ever seen. Mommy used to say he was a giant that fell from the clouds out of his castle.

"I told you not to come in here!" He yells down at me, pointing his finger at me. I feel tears run down my cheeks as I tell him im sorry. He continues to yell at me, telling me im bad and that I mean to disobey him.

"I just wanted to see mommy again!" I tell him, thrusting my fists down at my sides. He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me with him. I fight against him, scratching his hands and trying to bite at him. I scream and scream till he throws me to the ground. I watch as daddy closes the door back and yells at me more. I get up and run away from him, making it past the door before I hear glass break. The gross brown liquid tickles my toes and I feel sharp small things go in my feet. The wet stuff makes my feet sting but I keep going till I reach my room. Daddy was never this mean.

/End Flashback/

Noahs thumb stops when he gets to my chin. He runs his thumb over the small gash repeatdely, like hes expecting it to fill in if he runs over it enough. His eyebrows are pulled together as he stares at it, like if he concentrates hard enough it will disappear.

"Noah it wont go away." I say to him, making him stop and look at me.

"I know," he sighs, laying his head on the back of the couch. He rests his head on his fist, his other hand still on my face and his thumb still running over my chin. His strokes are softer now.

"I was 9 when I got that. I was sitting watching tv while my dad was asleep in the chair. Hed gone out the night before and came home drunk, not that different from his usual self. By that time, I-uh I knew that what was happening wasnt good but, I didnt have the courage to say anything.  I got up and walked over to my dad and took the bottle out of his hand. God its like everytime I saw him, he had that stupid bottle in his hand. " I mumble the last part to myself, clenching my fist in my lap.

" He woke up and grabbed my hand, asking me what I was doing. I told him I was just cleaning up. Then he got angry and said I was lying and that I was trying to steal his beer. 'Thats crazy dad! Im only a kid!' I remember yelling at him. He kept telling me that im a liar, that im a thief and a crook. He stood up and grabbed my arm higher and harder." I stop, looking down at the ground. Why did I have to remember this? Why now? Why with Noah, was I remembering this? I quickly rubbed my nose and went to stand up, quickly mumbling," And he threw me."

"Wait wait what? He threw you?" Noah asks, standing up too. I was walking to grab my jacket but stopped. "Yeah he did." is all I say before grabbing my jacket and walking off the bus.

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Heyo my lovelies! Hope you enjoyed it like usual. Thought id give you a little info on Delilahs childhood. Comment on what you want to see in the coming up future. Do you think Noah and Delilah will hit it off? Or will he be stuck in ye old friend zone?