DELILAH *Sequel*

I guess I'm not the daughter that they expected to have. Oh well.
My mother (the only person in this world that defends me) was diagnosed with lung cancer just a few months ago, and none of us even want to think about how much longer she has. My older sister, Minnie, just went off to college, and without daddy's little princess in the house, he gets mad about everything and anything. He hates the love of my life, my friends, my job and all the other things in my life that I love.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, my father is Harry Styles... Right?

Part II to MINNIE (A Harry Styles Fan-fiction)

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19. Nineteen

"I want to go back home." I say, when Louis comes into my room with breakfast. He slept in here with me last night, only because I commanded him to. I just couldn't be alone. I'm surprised I even went to sleep. I guess all the crying made it easier for me to pass out. Its passed noon, and now the numbness that I felt last night isn't so numb anymore. 

"That's a first." Louis says. "You've never said that in this house." That's true. Minnie and I loved coming here as kids. We shared this room until Minnie stopped sleeping over and it was just me. I don't know why she stopped, just grew up I guess. There'll probably be a time when I stop too, but that's not the brightest topic flashing in my brain right now. "Eat." He hands me my plate piled with pancakes and bacon, my favorite. He sets my orange juice on the bedside table and sits at the edge of the bed by my knees. I stare down at my plate, trying not to let out a sob. But I do. "Stoppp the crying, Love. Please." he sighs. "I know you don't want to hear this. But it's going to be all right soon. Your parents are the strongest people I've ever known. And they work better together." He sets a hand on my shin. "Are you listening to me?" And I nod, wiping my last tear and begin to eat. Louis gets up to kiss my forehead and leaves to go answer the ring at the door. 

The next time I look up, I see my sister standing in the doorway. If you haven't figured this out already, Minnie and I haven't been particularly close over the past few years. You know, we've just been doing our own things with our different crowds and then meeting at home at night. But I don't really think I mentioned how she used to be my best friend. The person that I went to for everything. When I thought my dad didn't love me, she was there to convince me otherwise. When I was getting bullied, she always defended me. It even cost her a week of suspension in high school one time. And right now, looking at her with tears falling down her red cheeks, I want to leap at her so she can hold me like she used to. I place my breakfast plate on the opposite side of the bed and shuffle over to her until she hugs me. "I'm so sorry." she cries. I don't have many tears left in me, so I just kind of focus on her voice with my eyes closed. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of this, Delilah." she pulls away to wipe her face. "I didn't know. I didn't know about all of this. That you had run away from mom and dad to go see that man. Nobody told me anything! I've been away from home and nobody keeps me in the loop anymore. Not even Lou." 

"I didn't think it was my business to tell you things like that." Louis defends, standing by the door way. 

"And since when do you care about that?" Minnie barks. "You've always told us everything." She turns back to me, ignoring his slightly appalled expression. "Listen I knew that you had a different father, I've known for a while. And I knew not to tell you. I just, I didn't know why or where he was. That sick man raped our mother." I almost gag at her words. 

"Minnie you're going on at Louis about how he didn't keep you in the loop, but you knew that Harry wasn't my father." I frown at her. "And you kept your mouth shut all those years."

"I wasn't allowed to tell, Delilah! Do you realize how sensitive that subject is? I couldn't just blurt out one day 'Hey, sis. Turns out Dad's not your real dad.'" She throws her hands up. "It's not that simple!" She begins to pace, her light brown ponytail swaying with every step. "I found out two years ago, and you and I both know that we lost that connection that you and I always had. I don't know what happened, but suddenly you didn't want anything to do with me." 

"Me? It was you! You found your own friends and always left me out of everything! You became a different person! You started sleeping around with every guy at school!" 

"I did not! Delilah how the hell-"

"Enough." Louis hollers, standing between us. I didn't realize how close we'd gotten, face to face. "You, over there." He points at me, then to the chair in the corner of the room by the window. "Go on." He's treating us like little girls. He'd separate us just like this whenever Minnie and I fought over nonsense. I stomp over to the wooden chair and plop down on the cushion. Minnie takes a seat on the opposite chair on the other side of the room. She knows the drill. "Now is not the time to be bickering like this. Your parents are in a serious situation and you two should be comforting one another, not fighting like little brats." He booms. 

"She-"

"Not a word, Minnie." He stops her. 

And we're both quiet. He just stares at us until the door bell rings again. When he leaves, we give each other harsh glares, just like old times. But this is so different. This is not some board game that she cheated at. This is intense, this is no joke reality. 

Zayn walks in, and his eyes go to Minnie first, then me. "Time out again, hmm?" I roll my eyes, and I can guarantee that Minnie does the same. "Come on." He nods toward the door, and Minnie gets up to follow him. Once they're gone I change back into my day clothes as fast as I can, leaving Louis' sweatpants and t-shirt on the bed with my cold breakfast. They're waiting for me at the front door, and Zayn makes it a point to squeeze my body into a hug quickly before we leave. I don't know where we're going, but I hope it's home. I hope I just walk through the door and Mom and Dad are sitting at the couch drinking tea, reading Dad's paper and Mom's magazine. 

Minnie and I sit in the back seat of Zayn's black truck while him and Louis talk outside for a minute. "So listen," Zayn says, once we're all closed into the car. "Harry's been shot in the shoulder, but they've treated him and he's fine. But now that problem is that they've taken him to jail to firing a weapon. Your mum is trying to find a way to get him out." 

"And William?" I ask. 

"Please tell me he's dead." Minnie adds. 

"No, he isn't. And we certainly don't want that because then that would mean that your father would be in for murder. But Stella's trying to get the man stuck in there for harassment and entering your home armed without permission. She told me to come get you two." 

"And girls,he's telling you this so you don't feel so out of loop. You two are old enough in my opinion to understand these kinds of things. It's reality, even though it's hard. No matter what your parents think, these things shouldn't be kept from you. It's important and it's serious. Understood?" 

"Understood." we say, both sighing exhaustively. "Why is this happening?" I say to myself, but everybody hears me as I hold my head in my hands and Zayn begins to drive. 

"Welcome to adulthood, girls." He says. "Where you'll meet some crazy ass people." 

Louis snorts a laugh, and with intentions to perk up the mood, he begins to tell a story about a fan who was smart enough to sneak her way into the presence of the band without getting caught. They only called security once they realized that she wasn't exactly safe to be around. I manage a small laugh, and Minnie just looks out the window, completely blocking us all out until we're parked at our house. There's a police car in the driveway, and a sleek black car settled behind it. "Detective." Zayn says lowly, and we all get out of the car. 

When we get inside, my mom is talking to a woman and a man dressed in all black, the detectives I assume. "Can this wait a little while?" She asks them, once her eyes find us. They both nod, a bit impatiently, and move on to speak with some officers in the living room. Two more descend from the stairs. "My babies." She hugs me first, then Minnie, frowning through it all. 

"Why is Dad in jail?" I blurt out. Her eyes shoot daggers at Zayn and Louis, who stand behind us with crossed arms. 

"I told you to keep it from them until they were ready." She digs at them. 

"But why?" Minnie cuts in. 

"For Christ's sake, Stella they're edging twenty years old. They aren't babies." Louis rolls his eyes. 

"They're young girls."

"They're old enough." 

"You don't know anything about kids."

"We're not kids." I say. 

"So what if I don't know anything about kids? You can't keep things from them, it'll only inhibit them from not being so floored when things like this happen in adult hood." 

"Louis, I'm not discussing this anymore." 

"Because you know I'm right." 

"Stop arguing." I hold my head. "Why is Dad in jail?" I ask again, far from patiently. 

"Because the weapon was fired." she states blankly. 

"And why aren't you in jail? You were there." 

"Because I was considered a victim. It's a long story, one that shouldn't be explained right now." 

"God forbid." Louis mumbles, rolling his eyes. Zayn leads him outside to cool off before another bicker session can begin. 

"Girls, I'm sorry that this is happening. Hopefully it will all be over soon."

"Hopefully?" I push. 

"It will be." She assures me. "Now," she grabs her purse off the couch. "I have to go see your father so we can sort things out."

"We want to go." Minnie demands, and I silently praise her for taking charge. 

"Absolutely not." the expected response doesn't throw us off guard. 

"Yes, Mom. He'll want to see us." 

"He doesn't. Harry wouldn't ever want you to see him in handcuffs." 

"I don't care about the handcuffs. I just want to see him." Minnie and I walk to the door without her, ready to beat her to the car. Mom sighs in frustration and follows us out. 

~~~

 

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