DELIA
November 15th
Dear Dimitri,
Please forgive me for my last letter. I was angry and upset and emotional. I didn't think twice when I wrote it. I had no right to say those things to you. You were only trying to help. And you did. I overreacted and I'm sorry. I should be grateful I have someone in my life that loves me enough to protect me.
I forgive you, Dimitri, and I could never hate you. Though I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness. What you did for me changed everything. My dad is facing 20 years in prison. Turns out he has a very excessive record. Decades of DUIs, bar fights, and hit and runs. The list goes on. Not to mention the fucking abuse he put me through.
Aunt Sue is fighting for custody of me. It's not an easy battle. With 4 kids already living at home, she has to show she's financially stable to take me in. So, Uncle James is building my own little house/shed in the backyard. I can't believe they would do all of this for me.
Like I predicted, the bullying got worse. Now they have more to taunt me with. I found a letter in my locker. It said: 'Even your dad didn't love you, so how do expect anyone else to?' I went to the principal this time, but he said he couldn't do much about it. No, he WOULDN'T do anything about it because they're just 'teasing me' like it's all a big, fucking joke.
It won't be funny when I throw myself off a bridge.
Love, Delia
(Yes, I love you again)
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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
