"Forgive you? Ha. You've got to be kidding me." Delilah chuckled.
"Please. I've changed, not only for me, but for you too. I need you." Marge pleaded with her daughter, meaning what she said. She knew what she'd done in the past was beyond disgusting, but she wanted nothing more than to make it right with her only child.
"Too little, too late. Where were you when I needed you?" Tears began falling from Delilah's eyes, as she looked into her mother's face.
"Please, forgive me.." Marge lowered her head.
"Fuck you." Delilah spat, before turning the knob, walking out of the room, and never looking back.
Marge woke up from her dream, realizing that she hadn't really had the conversation with her daughter. She buried her face into her pillow as she began quietly crying. She felt like shit for all the things she'd done. Would Delilah ever be willing to forgive her?
Getting out of the very uncomfortable bed that was provided by the rehab, Marge walked over to the desk they had sitting next to the bed. She pulled out a sheet of paper, listening to the rain that was falling outside, she had become inspired to write a poem, something she had stopped doing years ago.
The raindrops that fall will never amount to the puddle in which I've formed with the tears from my eyes
But to my surprise, no one cares.
They say the sound of the rain would ease my pain, but still I'm hurting.
Knowing I'm no longer deserving of your love.
As the drops hit the pavement, my eyes water the pillow in which I lay on.
Yet you're still gone.
What am I to do?
Cause without you, there's no me.
Because you still have a part of my heart.
After all, it's still raining.
And the sound of the drops, piss me off.
Because they told me the sound of the rain would ease my pain, but it's forever marked in my brain, how I've hurt you.
Letting out a sigh, Marge began thinking about Delilah, and her mind couldn't help but also wonder about Nicolas. She knew that Fred cared about her, and she cared about him also, but she wasn't so much in love with him, as he was with her, for her heart still cried out for Nicolas. She loved him and her foolish ways had driven him away from her, and destroyed what could have been her own little family.
She wondered if he was seeing anyone new after all these years, or if he had any more kids.
Getting up, she scooted her chair back under the desk, and got back into the bed, trying to push the thoughts to the back of her mind.
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"Baby, wake up." Rod shook a sleeping Delilah when he felt her tossing and turning and noticed the sweat that was escaping her body.
She woke up, and looked around the room, realizing that she must have had a bad dream, due to the fact that no one was here with her but Rod.
Cuddling close to him, she found comfort in his strong arms.
"How many times I got to tell you, you're safe with me?" He said kissing on her face.
"I know." She said wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Come on, let's take a shower." Rod scooped her body out of the bed, and placed her on her feet.
He watched her intensely as she stripped from her clothing and stepped into the warm and relaxing shower.
He felt himself hardening and didn't even care. She already knew he wanted her, so what was the point in hiding it?
Removing his clothes, he stepped in the shower after her.
Delilah smiled, feeling his member poking at her behind.
"I see someone's missed me." She said looking back and down at his dick that was standing at full attention. He was indeed blessed.
Rod poured a little Dove body wash into a cloth, letting it lather, before he began washing Delilah's back.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to become relaxed.
Lowering the rag, he circulated the rag around each of her lower cheeks. He bit his lip, watching the soap run down her crack. He couldn't help but to give her ass a squeeze. Making her slightly giggle.
"Fuck this." He said picking her up bridal style, and leading her to the bedroom, not even caring that the shower water was still running. He had to have her.
"Open up." He instructed as he got on his knees in front of her. She did as she was told, allowing him to have a taste.
After making her cum, he got up, and positioned himself at her opening. He wanted to take things slow tonight, and be gentle with her body.
"Rod..." Delilah moaned looking into his eyes as he eased in and out of her.
He placed a kiss on her neck. "Yes?" He looked down at her, seeing that her eyes were now in the back of her head.
"Baby.. I'm about to cum." She said as her legs involuntary shook.
He took a glance at his dick, seeing that Delilah had him coated. "Damn." He grunted biting his lip.
"Ooooh shit." Delilah cried. A tear escaped her eye, and she didn't know what had taken over her, but this was a feeling she had never experienced before. Rod had taken her body to a new high.
"I love you so much." She squealed right before Rod pulled out and released on her stomach.
"Let's go finish this shower." Rod smirked, seeing that Delilah was practically already back asleep.
