Delilah & Connor

.-~Chapter Twenty One ~-.

My eyes widen in alarm at the thought and I quickly swing my gaze to Miles who looks at me with alertness as soon as he sees my panic.

"Does talking about your parents and her past trigger her?" I ask him quickly, a feeling of dread already overcoming me.

His eyes only widen a fraction before he states with a masked face "What are you talking about, trigger wha-"

I cut him off, "I know. Okay? I know about her attacks, just answer the question Miles please." I say the last part with a pleading tone.

He sighs. "I didn't think you knew. Uh yes sometimes that happens." As soon as the words are out of his mouth a realization of panic hits the both of us.

We both hurriedly went up the stairs. Since I was standing closer I'm the first to get there Miles close behind me.

My Aunt follows us, putting a reassuring hand on Miles whose shoulders loose some of the tension it was harboring. My mom who was carrying a sleeping Ana to the living room couch is the last to come up.

I knock on the door as soon as I reach it while Miles calls out for Delilah.

She doesn't open the door, Miles lets out a sigh as he stares at the door helplessly. I bite the inside of my cheek trying to figure out a way to get through to her.

An idea starts forming in my head. I only heard a slight part of what Delilah went through and it makes my heart tug to hear she had a rough childhood. What I'm guessing is her mind went to that dark place and it's hard to get out of that. The way she looked at me was a look full of guilt, she felt guilty she didn't tell me the truth.

If I'm honest with myself I was a bit hurt as soon as I heard what Miles said, but could I blame her? It didn't have to do anything with her trust with me, I know that for a fact now because she's told me a lot, she's shared her deepest thoughts with me and told me everything that was on her mind.

I don't want to focus on the one thing she didn't tell me, when there were a ton of other things she did tell me.

Not just that, but who was I to be upset when I did the exact same thing? I shielded myself from the idea and reality of telling her about the dad that left us with so many memories, I wish I could physically remove it from my mind.

Delilah didn't want sympathy and pity, no one wants that. I wasn't sure what she needed but I was going to try my best. Maybe she needed space but unless I can see her fine and better than I will give her space.

I just need to make sure she's okay.

"Do you think you could give me some time to talk to her? Alone?" Miles's head swivels so his glaring eyes bore into my own slightly terrified but determined eyes.

"You want me to leave while who knows what's going on inside there with my baby sister?" He asks this so much anger, but I can hear and see the worry he emits.

He's not mad at me, well not entirely. He's mad at himself, he's mad that he's not able to help his little sister, the girl he practically raised and took care of when his parents couldn't.

"Miles, look, I know what I'm asking but I think I have a way to get to her. Just let me try, please?" Delilah means a lot to me, I'd do anything for her including standing my ground. "Please let me try and if it doesn't work you can try whatever you think will work."

He lets out a sigh, he suddenly looks much older than he is, tired and drowning in worry and self doubt.

He looks back at my Aunt who gives him a reassuring smile and squeezes his hand. His shoulders completely sag and relax, freeing himself from the tension even for just a bit.