Please Don't Help Me

Trevors POV

Sam came back downstairs with teary eyes but a smile. "Is everything better between you two now?" Connor asked. He shrugged. "What's that supposed to mean?" Kian asked. "I don't know. She's still mad at me and she said that she's not ready to forgive me yet but other than that I think we are pretty good." Sam explained. "Well that's what you get for acting like a b*tch to her." Kian said in a very matter-of-fact kind of way. Sam rolled his eyes. "Did you guys look at her wrists though?! She has twelve cuts! I mean like when I saw that it just broke my fricken heart." He exclaimed. My eyes went huge. "What?!? 12 cuts?" I asked. He nodded. "Ugh what are we gonna do?" Connor asked, rubbing his temples. We all shrugged. Then I started getting this weird feeling. Like that we should go check on Delilah. Almost like a sign, a sign that she SHOULDN'T be alone. I jumped up. "Guys I think we should go check on her." I said. "Dude I was literally just up there!" Sam said. Everybody laughed. "No guys I'm not kidding. We need to go check on her." I demanded. They gave me weird looks. "You know...I think Trevor might be right." Jc said. "You don't think she would..." Connor said. We all exchanged glances and then ran upstairs and burst through her door. Her pants were pulled down to the middle of her thigh and her whole thigh was covered in cuts. Deep cuts. "Delilah!" Connor screamed. "Get out!" She yelled. We all quickly stepped out of the room and let her get her pants back on. She opened the door up again and then walked back to her bed. "So you need something?" She asked, avoiding what we had just walked in on. "Delilah you promised me you wouldn't!" Sam said. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "In sorry I just...I couldn't stop myself." She said. "Delilah I know I said that you didn't have to tell us anything you didn't want to until you were ready big I think it's important that we know...now." Connor said. "But you-" she started to say. "I know what I said. But now I'm taking it back." He told her. She sighed. "Fine." We all gathered around on the ground and in her bed. STORY TIME!!!! "Okay Delilah just tell us....everything." Ricky said and she nodded. "Well, when I was just a little baby my parents brought me to the orphanage because they were both drug addicts and they couldn't take care of me. When I was three I was adopted. I was only a tiny little baby when my parents had brought me to the orphanage so I had no idea that I was being adopted. I just thought that my parents had come to pick me up. My parents were both really nice people and they took care of me and we had a loving family for about a year. But then my dad developed a drinking problem. My mom knew about this problem but what she didn't know was that he would come home late at night, drunk, and he would....he would hurt me. That lasted for 8 years until my mom finally found out. Then she got my dad put in jail and we moved away to a new town and we started a new life. Everything was going great until somebody at school found out somehow that all that had happened to me, he spread it around the whole school and everyone made fun of me. Everything went back to the way it was before again. People would call me...uh can I use a cuss word Connor?" She asked. He laughed a small laugh and nodded. "People would call me a whore, slutty, and they would tell me to kill myself. I didn't tell my mom about it because I didn't want her to have to worry about me. But then, actually just a few days ago, I couldn't take it anymore and so I totally went off on somebody. My mom found out and she brought me back to the orphanage." She continued. We all just sat there in shock. "I know. Now that you know my past you wanna take me back to the orphanage. I'll start packing." She said. We all gasped. "What no Delilah! We love you! We would never do that!" Connor exclaimed. "Really?" She asked. "You bet cutie!" Jc said. We all smiled and gave her hugs. Who knew a kid could go through so much? No wonder she is so depressed.