Delilah.
A 21 Year old girl who has always had such a difficult life.
With her mother passing away when she was younger and her father in prison, Delilah hasn't been use to forming attachments. She was forced to move in with her godmother and her...
New Years Day was spent pretty much sleeping. Alana and I got to our hotel room around 7am and crashed. I think I woke up to pee around 10 and went back to bed. She on the other hand was still dead to the world.
There was a knock on our door around 4pm. We had disconnected the phone as it kept ringing.
"Ms Williams, apologies for coming to your door. There is a Mr Ferrero waiting for you at the reception." Harold said in his full blown, I was in my pyjamas and rubbing my eye lids.
"Mr Ferre-" I thought and my eyes opened. "My dad is downstairs?"
Harold nodded, "He said to pass on a message, he wanted your door number but I am not obliged to give it to him and he said you haven't been answering the phone."
By now I was awake and I nodded, "can you tell him I need to get ready? I'll meet him in the dining room in like 20 minutes."
Harold nodded, "of course Ms Williams."
I closed the door and yawned and took out a jumpsuit and some vans.
"What's going on?" Alana moaned from the bed.
"My dad came to visit but obviously I turned off my phone and unplugged the intercom so I'm sure he's pissed." I took my toiletries and trailed to the bathroom.
"Well you didn't think he would leave without saying good bye?" She yawned still her head on the pillow.
"Mmm, I was thinking he would." I closed the bathroom door and groaned as I entered the hot steamy shower. It wasn't that I was hung over, in fact I didn't drink at all, my body had just felt like it had been hit by a truck due to all the recent activity in the day.
I washed off all the grim of yesterday and washed my face hoping it would wake me up some more and about 15 minutes later I existed and moisturised. I got changed into a cashmere sweater and plaid trousers and flats. My hair was into cainrows and I put on minimal make up.
"Lilah! Votre téléphone sonne!" (Your phone is ringing) Alana groaned but now sat up against the headboard scrolling on her own phone.
"Why did you turn it on?" I asked, I'm sure thousands on notifications came in.
" Mason told me to tell you to turn it on."
"Well thanks darling." I kissed her cheek, grabbed my phone and headed for the door. I made my way to the hotel lift and went all the way down to the dining room. The hotel was like a reinassiance hotel, very elegant and gold.
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"Hello father, sorry I am late." I approached his table and kissed his cheeks.
"Is there any reason you haven't been answering the phone?" My dad said in a stern voice.
"Dad it was New Years Eve, did you expect me to wake up at 8am?" I said curtly.
"You know what I mean, you haven't picked up any of my calls since Christmas." He was now angry.
