Everythings Changing Baby-Sequel to Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

Nice to meet you, where you been?

/Delilahs POV/

After a few hours of sitting at the hospital, Noah left to take Laylah and our things to the guys house. Before leaving he walked over to me in my chair and kissed my forehead, laying his head against mine and smiling softly down at me.

"Love, you need to rest. And I dont mean in a chair that looks like Satan himself made it." He joked, making me laugh and shake my head against his.

He kissed me once more before leaving, pausing at the door to let Laylah wave bye to me. I hold onto the tears in my throat just long enough before I hear his footsteps fade away then let it out. I sigh deeply and lay back in my seat, rubbing my eyes with my hand. My chest starts to jump and my face puckers, which is signaling to me that im about to cry. I lean over my lap, resting my elbows just above my knees and cover my mouth with my hands, like I could praying to some God would actually help. I gasp once before I finally break down and cry harder than I have in the past few days. Tear after tear drops and builds up and drops and builds up again and again till its too blurry to even see my jeans. I wipe and wipe at my eyes but stop after a while, seeing as its useless to stop a running waterfall.

I stand and walk around the room,  rubbing my hands on my pants furiously as I step. I run my hands up through my hair and pull it into a bun over and over till I begin to get a headache. Then I finally look over at my dad again. Still motionless, still not here with Noah and Mike and Vic and Jaime and not cooing over Laylah. Hes not here with me and I dont like that. I want him here now, to tell me what to do, to say it will all be ok and that im just over reacting like I always do.

"Daddy please," I plead to the unconcious man in front of me," please dont leave. You promised you would stay, that id always be your daughter and that youd love me. Pleade daddy dont leave me. Im not mad anymore, im not gonna be selfish or sassy or cold to you anymore. Just please dont leave me." He remains motionless even though I knew it wouldnt do anything for him.

Anger piles up in me, filling my body and mind till I see nothing but red. I scream and grab the thing closes to me ,which is a old broken heart monitor thats been turned off and shoved aside, and pick it up over my head. I take a big step and throw it towards the window, the machine already in the air before I realize what ive just done. Its too late then though. The monitor breaks through the window of Tonys room and hangs out the other side, only the bottom cart with wheels on the end keeping it from crashing to the ground below.

I stand frozen at the sight, my hands covering my mouth in horror.

Who knew I could do something like this? I just couldnt stand the thought of Tony never coming back, never waking up and playing guitar or playing with Laylah again or hugging him ever again. I just want him back.

And thats what I tell the nurses and security guards who come in in a frantic shock only to be surprised by the sight themselves. A small 100 pound girl throwing a 110 pound broken heart monitor out of a window. One nurse though walked over to me cautiously, beckoning towards me to come to her.

"Here come on sweetie, let's get you cleaned up." I gave here a confused look until I finally felt it. A small wet line was running down my face slowly, much slower than a tear. I reached my hand up and touched it gently. Blood. Some of the glass must have shattered and blew back into my face.

I let the nurse guide me down the hall to a bathroom with white spotted tile floors and painfully white walls. It had a small ceramic sink with a rectangular mirror and toilet beside it. She flips the top of the toilet down and sits me down on it. She grabs a piece of paper towel and wets it, wringing out in the sink before turning back to me. She takes my chin gently in her hand and dabs at my face, my blood soaking into the paper fast. A silence creeps over us, no sound other than our soft breathing and the sound the paper towel made when she pressed it into my head.

Squish

Squish

Squish

"Im sorry about your heart monitor, and the window, and the disobeying." I mumble, feeling like a little kid again. I feel the nurses eyes looking down at me but I keep my gaze on the floor, mindlessly counting the dots on the floor.

All of a sudden I feel the nurse grab my chin and yank it up so im looking up into her deep brown eyes. Her face is soft and older, baring laugh lines and crows feet around her eyes. Her hair is as brown and dark as her eyes but have strands of gray peeking out in her clip. Her eyes, though, are what truely capture my attention. The deep brown is warm and soft but also hides years of expierence and age woren into them. She sighs under her breathe and shakes her head.

"Honey, how old are you?" She asks me.

I am taken back a little by the quesition but give her a answer anyway." Im 20 ma'am." "And how old is your little girl?" I cant help but smile at the mention of my little girl and grin longingly at the nurse. " One. Well, shes almost one." I breathe to her. "Then there is nothing to be apologizing about." She states so simply then goes back to cleaning my head. I give her a puzzled look but dont quesition her as she finishes up.

While she drips peroxide on my head, I feel a tug at my shoulder. I wait for her to turn her back to steal a glance at the corner of the room. There, sitting in dark black jeans, a loose v-neck, and a had look that could stop a heart and start it again, was Jack. His eyes held mine as his filled with joy while mine cowered in fear. He smirked up at me, one that was crap-eating and breathetaking at the sametime.

Boo

At that moment, my world crashed and burned faster than it was ever built. Everything lovely and beautiful I had for just a few short years is now gone with one whisper. Laylah, Noah, my boys...my daddy. Their back. Hes back. Wait...if hes back then...oh god please no...

Hello Delilah. Miss me?

I turn my head to the other side of the room and feel the air get sucked from my lungs, the emptiness quickly taking over and paralyzing me.

Daddy, please wake up