Please Don't Help Me

Sams POV

"Delilah!" Connor yelled. She just stared down at her hands that were resting in her lap and continued to cry. "Delilah..." He said again, this time much softer. "I'm.....I'm just sorry." She said and then ran up into her room, followed by a loud slam of her door. "Well...that just happened." Kian said. "Guys, when we were at the orphanage, Mrs. Carter and I were talking, and she said that Delilah has had a really hard life and that she's been through a lot.." Connor told us. "Well what the heck does that mean?" Jc asked. "I don't know. I guess just that she's had a lot of things that have really traumatized her in her past. I asked her for some examples but she just said that we should let Delilah explain it when she's ready to." He continued. "Oh. So does that mean we shouldn't ask her about it?" Trevor asked. "No. We should ask her about it. We just shouldn't push it if she isn't ready to tell us." Ricky said and everybody nodded. "So should we all go up there?" Kian asked. "No. Only one of us should. Who does she trust the most?" Connor asked. Everybody looked at me. "What? Why me?!" I whined. "C'mon dude. She really trusts you." Jc begged. I sighed but went upstairs. When I reached her door I lightly knocked on it. "Delilah?" I asked, being as gentle as I could. "Go away!" She sobbed. I sighed. "Delilah please open up." I begged. "No." She told me. I made a puppy dog face and pretended to cry. I heard a slight giggle, and I smiled. "There we are!" I said. "Stop it Sam! I'm trying to be upset!" She yelled. I laughed. "Oh oops, sorry." I apologized. I heard footsteps behind the door and pretty soon it opened up. She stood there with puffy eyes, a red nose, and tears streaming down her face. Awe she looked adorable. Her mascara was smeared all over her face and pillow. I could feel myself tearing up. I quickly pulled Delilah in and hugged her; I could feel her arms squeezing my waist too. "Delilah please come back downstairs, we need to talk" I said, demanding more than asking, but still being gentle. She shook her head, which was still buried in my stomach. "Okay if you wanna be that way." I said and lifted her up over my shoulder. She was actually a lot lighter then I had expected. D*mn we gotta get this girl some food! "Sam!" She yelped but I just kept walking. When we got downstairs it was obvious the guys had been crying. They had the same face as Delilah......other than the mascara part. They quickly rubbed their eyes. I sat Delilah down on our ottoman in front of the couch. She avoided eye contact with all of us. "Delilah, maybe you should tell us your past." Jc said. She shook her head. "Well can you tell us why you hurt yourself?" Connor asked. She shook her head again. "Look Delilah, we won't make you tell us any of this stuff until your ready. I just want you to know though that you will eventually have to tell us." He explained. "I...I know. I'm not ready right now though." She said. "That's okay. You don't have to be...just please stay strong...." He told her. She smiled and then gave us all hugs. "Thank you for understanding." She whispered. We all smiled and in unison said...."We love you." "I want pizza!!!!" Kian screamed, breaking the silence. "Mm me to!" Ricky added. "I'll order it cause like.....yeah." Jc said in a funny voice and then ran to get the phone. We all stood up except for Connor and Delilah who were still hugging. I smiled and decided to let them be.