Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

(UNEDITED)

DELILAH

I circled the names in bold letters in the pamphlet. I stacked others with them, bundling them up.

I finally got three places that are willing to offer cooking classes. And I was considering it, giving it a try. I closed my eyes, trying to rebuild the enthusiasm I have mustered inside me in this one week. I have been checking and circling them for a long yet, but I haven’t considered visiting and looking more into it. Until today. I have finally come up I will visit one by the next week.  

It’s always been my wish to be a professional chef, since the time June used to teach me how to do so. I could still remember when I used to spend my time in her place, learning new cuisines, when no one was around.

It amazes me to think, how very little I can remember my life, before living in the Greenfield house. Sometimes, I daydream, imagining some images of my childhood on a huge lawn, with many other children but then everything disappears in thin air.

I looked at the clock and found it was already ten. I even have to visit Lily today.

I stood up from the carpet, took the stack of papers, and walked into my room.

It looks so pretty, after the decoration we did here. We have even put on fairy lights, and we as in Damien again helped me. It warms my heart and brings unshed tears to my eyes when he shows kindness in everything he does.

It queries me, how despite me being a stranger, he has helped me so much and is still doing. I couldn’t even imagine if he wasn’t there that night, where would I have been.

It’s been a week since that incident in my room, and it still heats my cheeks at the mere remembrance. I still don’t know what would have happened if the phone hasn’t ringed.

Have we kissed?

I shook my head at the absurd thoughts. He is offering me a place to stay that’s enough. I shouldn’t indulge in his life. We are worlds apart. He is a billionaire, a famous icon in the hotel-chain business, and bars- yeah I got to know this from Lily- and I’m a homeless person to be very frank.

Changing into a pair of jeans and a waffle knitted sweater, I tied the laces of my sneakers, and is good to go.

I informed the guards about my leave, and they just gave me a nod. I also offered them some tea cakes I prepared, and both of them smiled a little at that. They’re twins.

It reminds me how Damien's employees are so like him. It looks like smiling is forbidden here. Even the workers who visit weekly to clean the house are the same. Just Lily is an exception, and well she should be after all she isn’t just an employee.

I took a short walk to her place.  It’s just like twenty minutes away. The freezing breeze of the morning feels good, but the layer of cold and icy texture they leave behind on the already numb cheeks and nose isn’t the best part.

I rubbed my mitten-covered hands together, feeling the warmth. I got my first payment two days back, and somewhere or the other it disturbed me a little. I have been living in his house, wearing clothes he offered, eating the food, and yet I’m taking money for the little service.

Shouldn’t I be doing it for free?

Which is why I even asked him that and told him I will find a part-time job besides the cooking. He just shrugged and pushed me the money saying.

“You deserve that for your work. Nothing I’m paying, but you’re earning.”

And that made me shut up.

I walked down the streets, and the small walk helped in refreshing my mind from all the thoughts lately been consuming me. From the messages to the cooking classes.

I haven’t got any other messages like that, and I still don’t know whether to feel relieved about that or worried. I know I should say that to someone but, I just couldn’t bring myself to do so because with that comes sharing my horrible past which remembering only made a shiver run down my spine.

I reached her place, a beautiful two-story house, and her lawn was kept so trimmed and clean. I knocked on her house door, and a smiling Lily enveloped me in a hug as soon as I stepped in. She guided me to her daughter’s room after all the pleasantries.

“How are you now, sweetheart?” I smiled at the little girl who is settled in one corner of the bed with her plastered leg. Just two more weeks and she will be good to leave that behind.

“It’s better today.” She grinned and I saw the little dimples forming on her rosy cheeks. She is such a cutie. Her coppery red hair is in two braids.

I offered her some of the doughnuts I made for her, and she was pleased to see that. “Thank you so much, Li.” She settled on calling me that, and I couldn’t deny it. It’s the first time someone has given me such a cute nickname.

Well except for Damien, who never says, Delilah. It’s always Lilah for him.

She shifted in her place a little and placed a light kiss on my cheeks. “I have been craving some bakery for a long.” I smiled at her in return, before pulling her cheeks a little. I love doing that which in turn made her scowl.

“Not this, Li.” I laughed and turned at the voice of Lily. She walked inside with two cups of coffee and some cookies.

“How have you been?”

“I'm doing good, Lily.” She smiled at me, forwarding a cup. “I feel guilty to have left you in there cooking alone… But” She looked at little Aria who is munching on her doughnuts.

I placed my hands over her palms, squeezing her. “It's no problem at all. I love cooking and it’s just two of us.” She gave me a little smile and sipped on her coffee.

Her place is a cozy one. “Do you want to play Scrabble, Li?” I looked at the source of the little voice and gave her a nod.

“Definitely, dear.”

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“When will you be visiting me again?” I smiled at the little girl and bend to her height.