Please Don't Help Me

Delilahs POV

Jc went to go order pizza and I'm still laying here on the couch hugging Connor. I just don't wanna let go. He obviously doesn't want to either. I'm so glad that they understood me not wanting to tell them any of the things I've been through. I just can't risk being brought back to the orphanage. I sighed at that thought. I squeezed Connor one last time and then let go. He smiled at me. "So your probably starving aren't ya?" He asked. "I'm not really that hungry actually." I said. They guys all gasped and I just stared down at my hands. "How is that even possible?! You look like you haven't eaten in like forever!" Jc yelled. Yeah that's probably because I haven't. "No really I'm fine." I lied. They all gave me strange looks. "Delilah maybe you should just try to.." Connor started to say but I interrupted him. "No!" I yelled. He looked at me and I could tell he was worried. "Come with me for a sec Delilah." Sam said. "No really I'm fine..." I started to protest but he gave me a 'warning look' and so I followed him. He walked upstairs and into Connors bedroom. Okay now I'm kinda scared. He locked the door behind us. Okay now I'm REALLY scared. Then we walked into Connors built in bathroom. "Sam what's this about?" I asked. He ignored my question. "Step on the scale." He told me. I was about to protest again but I decided to keep quiet and do as I was told. Sam's face when he's annoyed already scared me enough, I don't wanna see him when he's mad. His eyes practically popped out of his sockets when he saw my weight. "78 pounds!!" He exclaimed. I quickly jumped off the scale. "78 pounds! Delilah!" He yelled. "Sam your scarring me." I whispered. "Delilah do you wanna get sick?!? Your gonna end up with a disease acting like this!" He screamed at me. "Sam please calm down..." I whimpered. "Calm down?! Delilah this is a big deal! I can't believe this!" He continued to scold me. I felt tears starting to sting my eyes. He was really scarring me. Then the other guys came running in. "What the he** is all the yelling about?!" Jc asked frantically. "Delilah only weighs f*cking 78 pounds!" Sam shouted. "Dude calm down your scarring her." Ricky said. Trevor took my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. "Sh it's okay." He whispered while hugging me. The other guys continued yelling at each other, which only made me sob louder. "Sam maybe you should go home and get some sleep.." Connor said. "Fine!" Sam yelled and walked out the bedroom door, slamming it behind him. I jumped at the loud noise. "We are so sorry about that Delilah. He's just worried about you...." Connor explained and the guys all nodded in agreement. "Yeah he sure acted like it." I said, rolled my eyes, and then walked out of the room and into my bedroom. I locked my door. I heard the guys coming towards my room and so I ran over to my suitcase and grabbed my razor. "Delilah please open up..." Kian said. "No just leave me the h*ll alone!" I screamed while sliding the razor across my skin. "Guys let's just let her have some time alone.." Jc said and I heard them walk away. I waited a minute and then I opened my door to make sure they were gone, which they were. I ran back over to my bed and cried into my pillow. I made 3 cuts in each wrist for each of the guys, then I added two more for Sam. I can't believe I thought I could trust him. I knew I was right. There's always something about me that causes people to hate me. God da*mitt. I can't believe I actually thought I could trust him....