Once I reached my bedroom I began to freak out. What the heck am I supposed to do now?
I took out my phone and called the only person I could actually think to call.
“Hullo?” Said a voice once they picked up.
“Hey, i-it’s Delilah,” I said shakily into the phone.
“Why are you even calling?” He growled making me want to just die.
“I-i need your help,” I managed to get out.
“So, you only call when you are asking for something?” He said, “Well I get it then,”
“Please, you don’t under-” I began but he cut me off.
“No, I get it Delilah, but maybe you don’t,” He muttered then sighed, “Just don’t bother calling us anymore, just leave us alone, goodbye Delilah,”
The line went dead. I gulped. Harry left me. I dialed a new number, not really hoping to get any help.
“Heeeellloooo?” Said a groggily voice into the phone
“Umm, hi, it’s Delilah,” I said
“Oh my god! I’ve missed you so much, where have you been?” He said like he just jumped.
“Umm, at a hotel, listen to me though,” I began waiting for a response.
“Umm, ok, what?” he said slowly.
“Larry’s coming for me,” I said in a really fast tone.
“He’s what?” He said in an angry and worried tone.
Before I could even respond, he was already talking again.
“I’m going to get you,” He stated
“I can’t go back though,” I said
“Then we will just have to hide you form everyone then won’t we,” He said and I could just tell he was smiling.
I smiled, god I love this boy.
“Thanks,” I said then told him my address.
I got off the phone and packed all my stuff.
I went out to wait for his car, it finally showed and I jumped in.
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FanfictionLacy had always asked for freedom. But is five teenage boys really called freedom? Will she learn to trust? Is this her new home? Simply try to, Picture This.
