DELIA
February 17th
Dear Dimitri,
I'm glad you're taking care of the rock. I'd be sad if you left it somewhere to collect dust. I'm so sorry about you dad. I know how it feels to be in that kind of situation. My dad's drinking is getting worse and has been like that for years. Mood swings and the screaming suck. What I hate more than the screaming is the silence after. It stings.
When you are your mom are alone and safe, you NEED to tell her what you saw. Your dad can't get away with it. If he hits your mom now, one day he's going to move on to you and Dennis.
GROSS! I hate back licorice. Disgusting, you're right. I love Kit Kat (ding ding ding) shortly followed by Butterfinger. I would go to church. I just don't want to go alone. And there's no way in hell am I asking my dad to come with me. I bought a bible last week. I've been reading it every day. I figured you'd be proud of me.
What's your favorite bible verse?
Love, Delia
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DEAR D (pen pal edition) ✔️
Teen FictionDimitri and Delia. Two strangers. Two pen pals. Two broken hearts. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, sexual assault, abuse, and suicide
