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

She was so strong to be a mom in such early age, and being this responsible. If only every mother was like that. That loving to never leave their children. But again I wasn’t her biological.

I rubbed away the remnants of the tears when I heard Grandma calling for me. “Delilah!” I grabbed the diary and pushed it inside the third drawer before slipping out of the bed and wearing my slippers, walking downstairs.

Grandma was standing there with a bouquet of chrysanthemum flowers. They’re so pretty. I walled towards her, and saw her closing the door behind the delivery boy. “What are these for, Grandma,?”

She turned towards me, the flowers in hand. “Oh Delilah.” She walled towards me handing over the flowers. “I don’t know, hun. A boy came to deliver this, saying that’s for Delilah Hall.” My hands stiffened on the flowers hearing the surname she said.

My heart thudding inside me like a beatbox, threatening to come out any second. My eyes fell on the note attached with them. With trembled hands I grabbed it and began to open, already knowing who would have sent it.

Beautiful flowers for beautiful lady, for her death bed. Enjoy it.

Your death well wisher.

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Grandma is going to leave tomorrow.

That thought is filling me with sadness. In this few weeks of her stay she has been so close to me. I could remember our times spent in the kitchen, baking and cooking. In the shopping malls. I found a friend in her.

And with her leaving, came the end of me staying here. There is no need of me here anymore. Liliana was going to join soon. By God Grace, Aria has gotten better, and was able to walk now just fine.

“Where are you lost?” I looked at Steven who was fixing some tune in the guitar. He had came over with his guitar, and I was real excited to learn it again this time. I remember it was one of Stacy's favourite instrument so she had taught me some basics.

“No where.” I gave him a small smile and a shrug. His eyes were narrowed at me as if asking me to spill the beans but there wasn’t any. He got back to the guitar again, plucking the cords.

“When did you learn playing it?”

He mused for a while. “I was twelve then. I have always loved musical instruments and even you know-“ he looked up from the guitar and smiled lightly, “- I wanted to join a band, but Dad never allowed that. He said he couldn’t see his son being a guitarist and such, having no life at all.” His smile turning bitter. “So, he sent me to the medical school and now I’m here.”

I could feel, despite being successful, he wasn’t happy with what he did. His passion was for something else and it pained my heart how he had to leave behind that, and embrace something his heart and mind didn’t want.

Not knowing what to say to that I just gave him a nod and a small smile. He began to play and to be honest it was so good. He was real good in it. Every tune was coming out as beautiful as it was. Pristine.

I tried my hands in that. It couldn’t be that good but somewhere it wasn’t harsh to the ears. “It’s going good you know. Some more trials and its going to be beautiful.” I smiled at that, nodding at him.

“Thank you.” He shook his head, and I could see his long hair sprawling over his forehead. He had longer hair unlike Damien. A deep shade of brown, not black.

Why the hell was I comparing them! I closed my eyes for a second getting over this. Stop this Lilah. I mean Delilah.

“I should thank you for this. It’s after so long I’m playing again.” I rose up from the couch.

“Let's have the dinner.” I walked towards the kitchen to set up the table. “Can you call Damien?”

Steven kept the guitar inside the case and stalled towards me. “I can help you in this, but I think you should go and call him.” My eyebrows furrowed at that. I pulled out the dishes and placed them over the table.

“Why is that?” His lips were pulled in a small smirk as he helped me in carrying the food to the table.

“I know you like him, Dee.” My head shot up at him, my heart beating miles per second. How.. How could he know that? Like? I had surpassed that too. This wasn’t liking just, much deeper than that.

He laughed lightly, placing the forks in the table. “You're surprised at the words or the nickname?”

“T-there isn’t anything.” I looked down at grabbing the spoons and the knives.

“You don’t need to hide from me.” He placed his hand over my shoulders turning me towards him. That almost made me flinch. I still didn't like touches. Especially men. 

“You are like a sister to me, and as much as I’m Damien's friend I’m yours too. You can share anything and…” He winked at me. “I'm a good secret keeper.”

I laughed at that. “I… I like him.” I nodded and saw him giving a proud smile. “I knew that.” His teasing remarks made me blush hard and I ducked my head low. He chuckled when we heard someone clearing their throats.

I looked up and it was none other than Damien. But unlike all the times, he wasn’t looking happy or pleased. His eyes were shooting daggers at Steven, his jaws clenched.

“Grandma is calling for you, Lilah. Come.” He turned and walked away while I stood there in confusion.

Grandma wasn’t at home.

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(A/N – Since I felt this might be triggering to many readers I decided to disclose that…

Yes, she was raped. And abused. Her past isn’t beautiful, and there will be triggering scenes where I will be giving warnings so if you’re uncomfortable please skip them. They will not be too descriptive but still. And about the parts where they stop going further, it's she is really traumatic to sex and physical relations.