A smile for Dee (I'm currently removing it, read the new version)

Chapter Five: whispered secrets and hidden letters, part I

“Do you? Do you trust me? I just need to know, I don’t mind if you don’t, I just really need to know. So do you trust me?”

Hesitating slightly she sighs, her eyes land on anything that isn’t me.

“I don’t.” As much as I knew I had lost her, it’s these words that confirm it. Standing up a tear escapes, the taste of salt kissing my lips. I’m not one to display my emotions, but I’m not heartless. Nodding my head towards her I sob.

“I get you changed, I do. But this isn’t change. This isn’t Delilah. I knew everything about you; there were no secrets between us. Why now? What are you hiding from me? Why is it that you don’t trust me? What did I do. What happened Delilah? What happened!” I plead, my whole life I was raised to look down at those who begged, yet here I am doing the exact same, begging answers from Delilah.

“You never knew me Bianca, no one did. And yes there were secrets and still is, you know nothing about me and you never will.” her voice cold and emotionless, I can’t pin point if she’s upset or angry or if she is feeling anything at all.

“Then I’ll find out, I’ll find out what happened to you. I will!” I promise, my confidence taking over.

Meeting my eyes briefly for a second she fingers her curls. The minute I try to look deeper into her eyes, she covers them, shielding them from mine.

“Good luck.” she breathes.

Shaking my head at her I wouldn’t let her words register their way into my head. This isn’t Dee; I don’t even know who she is. I love Dee, I care about her, I do, but this I’m sick of. Wiping the last of my tears I pull at the door, storming my way out, making sure to slam the door behind me. But it turns out im not fast enough, I hear her mutter a low apology. I know she’s gone but I know that somewhere inside she’s still in there. I make a beeline for the guest room, which I’m staying in for the summer. Taking out my personnel bag, I pull out the leather binded book. Peach on one side, turquoise on the other. The overdone beads and gems stuck alongside the overfilled pages prevented the book from closing properly. Bianca Mathews and Delilah May Evans Scrapbook is printed across the front, a picture of us between the two names. Turning to the back I read the words written in a calligraphy matter.

True friends are like diamonds, precious and rare. False friends are like leaves, found everywhere.      –Unknown  

Closing my eyes I relive the events of that day Delilah entrusted me with this scrapbook.

I spun the arrow; Delilah’s eyes watched me like a hawk. The arrow had stopped at left foot green; I had known that there was no way she could’ve reached it. With an evil grin I looked up, her face was blank upon after  seeing my grin, she was already struggling with both her hands and right foot already used up, her head was slightly poking out underneath Richards back, Samuel right underneath her.

“Delilah...” I sang.

“Yeah?” she asked nervously, her hand trembled from the pressure.

“Left foot green!” her jaw instantly dropped the three of us; Richard, Samuel and me cracked up laughing at her expression.

“But, but I can’t reach that. It’s, it’s too far, and my feet are too short to reach that and if I try we’ll all die from suffocation!”

“Dee, if you’re scared you’re gonna squash me, you won’t I could hold you with my pinkie if I wanted to.” Samuel’s voice came out muffled from underneath Delilah.

“Beside’s I don’t mind if you fall on me” Samuel sent a wink towards Delilah’s direction, she stared at him open mouthed. Aren’t they the cutest, too bad they’re not a couple. Yet.