Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

Rise to the top of the world

/Delilahs POV/

They released me from the hospital a few days after I awoke from my coma, sending me home with these retarded pain killer pills and some other crap I have to put on my stitches so they dont get infected. I havent spoken to any of the guys since I found out I wasnt the only one in on Erins dirty little secret. I cant even look Tony in the eye and strangely neither can he to me.

Noah checks in once or twice a day, always asking how im feeling or sometimes saying nothing at all. Just sitting and rubbing his hand over my scars like he did the day Erin punched me. He hasnt asked for his jacket back or even if I still have it which I do, even though its still covered in my blood. Not many options of cleaning clothes when your only home is a tour bus.

Noah and I were sitting at his band merch table while he handed kid after kid a shirt or bracelet or poster signed by each member. The kids faces when they got the item was priceless. Each one lighting up like a christmas tree, some even springing tears. The disheartening trend between each kid is the big rubbery bracelets that hide scars, some being newer than others.

"Hey D, hand me two of the white tank tops please," Noah asks, keeping his eyes on the two young girls in front of him.

I slide out of my chair and reach in the box to grab the two shirts. I toss them over to him and return to my seat, continuing playing silly games on his phone. I hear the girls thank him and run off, their shoes kicking up the gravel as they leave. I look up from the colorful screen and watch as Noahs back muscles contort and flex under his black T shirt. I wont deny, Noah is gorgeous. Tall with a not too muscular build and soft light brown skin from selling merch in the sun all day. His hands were rough and calloused a little but I dont know from what. The roughest thing ive seen him touch are the rocks on the ground while waiting for the shows to be done and kids to come buy merch.

He turns to me and leans back on the table, keeping his palms rested against the top. I lock his phone and put it in the little net cup holder, looking up into his eyes.  He was looking down at me, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He walks over to me and reaches his hand down.  I think he is asking for his phone so I reach for it in the pocket but he grabs my hand, stopping me. I look at him quesitioningly. His face is still stuck in that smile as he pulls me to my feet, our bodies less than a foot away. My face comes up to his chest, making me crane my neck back just to look at him.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as he lifts one hand up, letting it rest on my hip while the other one comes up farther, stopping on my cheek. His hand is warm and a little sweaty from the heat against my cheek. His grip on my hip tightens, slowly creeping closer to the center of my back. I put both hands on his arms like I was falling, only I wasnt. He was pulling me closer to up, higher actually. Our faces are just inches apart, his cool breath hitting my neck and face. My lips are barely parted, my breatning soft and careful, like one hard sigh and our perfect scenery would shatter. He continues to pull me closer, making me rise to my tiptoes. My eyes slowly shut as I move in to kiss him. But a big bang makes me jump away from him. I look over at the table and my heart starts to speed again, only not for a lust craze.

Tony and the guys are standing at the table, Tony in front like a ring leader getting ready for a stand off. His big tattooed hand is slapped down against the plastic table. His face says it all. That he saw everything and is not happy about it. I glance up at Noah and feel my chest tighten at the slight fear in his eyes. I look back at Tony and go to speak but am cut off rather rudely.

"Epp, shut it. I dont wanna her a word out of you, yet." He points over at me, then turns to Noah," Now you, you better have a good reason for wanting to get all cozy with my daughter." Noah goes to speak but Tony stops him." I didnt say I wanted to hear it." I glare slightly at Tony. " He wasnt doing anything wrong." I snap at Tony. He looks over at me, giving me a dramatic shock face. He points his finger at me, locking his deep browm eyes with mine."  I thought I said I didnt wanna hear a word outta you missy. Your grounded from now till the end of tour. And you," he looks at Noah again," you stay away from my daughter." I feel the anger rise up inside me, bubbling to the brink. I come out from behind the table, followed by a still fearful Noah, and face my father head on.

"Noah didnt do anything wrong. He was just gonna kiss me. You need to calm down." I tell him. The guys look at me for a second than to Tony who was getting maddier by the second. His fists were clenched by his sides, turning his colorful knuckles a deadly white. He locks eyes with me and begins to yell," Your 16 Delilah.  Your too young to be kissing boys, not to mention boys youve just meet. Besides, everyone knows kissing leads to touching and touching leads to me being a grandpa. Your never to see this boy again do you hear me?" I begin to yell back. " What gives you the right to tell me who I can and cant see? What gives you the right to boss me around at all?" " Because im your father and you will listen to me." I lose it right then and there.

" Your my father? If your my father where were you when that man bashed my head into a coffee table?" Tony winces as his face falls but I dont stop," Or when he hit me so hard he knocked out one of my baby teeth? Or the time he turned on the sprinklers while I was in the yard in December and I got pneumonia? Where were you when I needed you? I needed you then! I needed you to save me!" The hot tears escape my eyes as I choke on my sobs but I try to continue my rant." I was 8 when he broke my arm because I forgot to sweep the floor. I was 10 when he gave me a bloody nose and broke a blood vessel in my eye because I dropped his beer bottle and it broke. I was 14 when he burned cigarettes on my arm, that was just for fun." I take a breath, letting the tears drip off my face and into the ground below. There isnt a hint of anger left on Tonys face, just sadness and regret.

"I need you. I need you so much right now. What, what am I supposed to do? I just beat your girlfriend up for Gods sake. I could go to jail, I could be arrested and taken away from you and Mike and Jaime and Vic and even you Noah." I explain, turning to Noah. His face softens at the thought of me gone, his mouth parting as his hands and arms open up. I turn away from him and back to Tony. "What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!" I scream at him, my voice breaking along with my walls.

My mom once told me," Dont hate the universe, dont ever hate the universe. Hating the universe is like hating air or water, there is no point in hating something that created you." I was too young to know what she meant or even to understand what she was saying. Now I do. "...there is no point in hating something that created you."

Jaime walks up to Tony, laying a soft hand on his shoulder and whispering something in his ear. My fathers expression relaxs as he takes into count what his bandmate is saying, nodding at his words. Jaime then lookd at my dad before looking at me and saying," Im sorry Delilah, Noah. He didnt mean the things he said. Were gonna head back to the bus." And with that, they all turn and leave Noad and I standing in shock and confusion.