Fight

The Beginning

^Delilah's PoV^

I toss and turn but I can't seem to make myself comfortable at all, it's too hot in this room, or am I too hot and is the room just right?

In the end I just give up and throw the covers from over me and move to the window, by the receding darkness I make it to be about 5am, and as I glance at my watch I smile because the little green letters glow and the clock reads 05:08 AM.

I pull on some tracksuit bottoms and my brothers hoodie and then leave the familiar atmosphere of Charlie's guest bedroom.

The hoodie that practically drowns me still smells of my brother, even after 3 years of him being gone it was still the largest comfort I had of his, along with his dog tags which I took everywhere with me. Never letting them leave my sight.

In less than 2 hours we would be leaving for Brize Norton an army base in Carterton where I did most of my training.

I know that nobody will be up just yet, because Charlie and Molly always prefer to sleep in, especially when Charlie would be going away on tour.

I make my way to the kitchen and begin to make myself some toast because I'm starving even though it's only 5:15am in the morning.

I put some bread in the toaster and as I go to reach for a mug, standing on my tiptoes and leaning over the counter because I'm literally only 5ft, all the people I was on basic with used to make fun of me but being short had its advantages, I knock the plate off of the counter top and it smashes on the ground making me jump.

A few shards of the porcelain plate graze my foot but I'm not bothered about that I'm more worried about cleaning it all up.

I locate a dustpan and brush and I start to clean the mess up.

I hear someone's footsteps from upstairs and then they're making their way down the stairs.

"Delilah?" Charlie calls out to me, even though his voice barely resembles a whisper.

I'm guessing Molly was still sleeping.

"Sorry Charlie, I didn't mean to wake you! I couldn't sleep and I tried to make some toast but I knocked a plate down and it smashed." I tell Charlie with embarrassment and guilt plastered all over my face.

"Hey, it's okay. You're not hurt are you?" Charlie asks as he takes the dustpan from my hands and empties the broken pieces of the plate into the bin. He walks back over inspecting my feet and I chuckle softly. Ever the protective man, him and Molly were, they'd sort of taken me in after...after Elvis died. My parents had shut down and I had nowhere to go, so they let me stay for a while and Charlie encouraged me to pursue a career in the army, he would help me train and even though I had my own apartment now I'd still come over, most days. So I wasn't as alone.

"No," I shake my head at the same time, "I'm fine. Sorry for waking you. I didn't wake Moll did I?" I ask, as I shuffle on my feet, feeling the cold from the tiles now.

"No, she'd sleep through anything, even a bomb. She did once, in Afghan." Charlie's eyes twinkle at the memory. I smile softly.

"Do you want some toast?" I ask, after grabbing the bread, waiting to get a response before I put them in the toaster.

"Just one slice please Lil." Charlie uses my nickname, Elvis's nickname for me. I smile sadly, but my backs turned so Charlie can't see the reservoir of tears threatening to fall.

I take three slices from the loaf and slide them into the toaster. I turn back round once I'm confident my eyes won't betray me and I wait, me and Charlie don't speak, both of us just stare. In all honesty I'm scared.