Uncertain

24-Fade away

"I know, baby, I know." Weston closed his eyes when he felt the tears wet his shirt. "It's okay, I'm here."

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, being the only strength to keep her up. He buried his head to her hair and placed his other hand behind her head. He started stroking her back.

"I need you." He whispered. "Why would you do that..."

Uncertain

A hot chocolate and a warm blanket were placed in front of Delilah.

When she had calmed down a little, Weston had walked her back to the house, where all of the other brothers were, not only confused, but also looking super worried. She had taken a warm shower and was now sitting on the couch wrapped around the fluffy blanket.

Charles was taking care of all the scratches on Delilah's arms and legs, cleaning them and wrapping to band-aids.

"What is your problem?" Edwin plopped down on the couch next to her. "Really Lil, are you stupid?"

Edwin's arms were crossed over his chest, and he was holding a beer bottle. He kept brushing a hand through his hair, and his right leg was bouncing up and down. The look on his face was serious.

"You go on a road, and don't move away when you see a fucking car." He continued with a low voice. "Like, do you want to die?"

"Edwin!" Charles snapped, moving his eyes from the wound on Delilah's arm to his brother.

"I just don't understand." Edwin commented, speaking with a silent voice. "Why did you do that?"

"Can you not." Charles spoke again, giving a serious look to him.

Delilah hissed when he sprayed the wound spray on the scratch.

Ever since she was little, she had hated it. In her opinion, it hurt even more than getting the wounds. It stinged, and it was very painful. She just simply hated the stupid wound cleaning spray.

"Sorry, honey." Charles murmured, reading her face. "I know it hurts."

"Is she going to talk anytime soon?" Edwin spoke again. "She hasn't said a single word for like ages."

"For god's sake Edwin." Charles whispered roughly. "Get out of here if you can't keep your mouth shut for a single minute."

Edwin raised his hands up and sealed his lips into a thin line.

He was right though. Delilah hadn't said a thing, she was just simply staring the world in front of her, the world where she wasn't able to escape. She was like an ice sculpture, she didn't even blink her eyes. Even her steady breathing was so silent that she was hardly hearing it herself.

"All done now." Charles kissed Delilah's palms, before smoothing her hair with his hand. "If the wounds start to sting, you come to me, okay?"

Charles waited for her to answer, or just nod, even though he knew that she wasn't going to do that.

Delilah loved hot chocolates, especially when they were made by Weston, but now Charles was only looking at the untouched, full cup of the delicious drink. He had to take a deep breath to compose himself, before he was able to look back at his little sister.

She really looked like she was in pain, and she looked exhausted.
She was completely in somewhere else than in the room. It was like she was sleeping, but her eyes were open. Charles knew that she was in shock, and her brain couldn't handle the thoughts spinning in her mind.

"Where's Westie?" Delilah finally spoke with so silent voice, that she didn't even know whether her two brothers in the room heard her.

They did.