Delilah's Point Of View
"I need you to come with me." He spoke, his words as firm as his grip as he dragged me towards his car, cigarette in his other hand while his eyes only focused on his car and his mind focused on getting me inside of it.
"Come with you!?" I yelled feeling his pull and then I ripped my arm from his clutch, "You never explain anything but yet you expect me to just..to just go along with your little adventures!" I screamed still feeling the emotions I had felt when my mother had ripped me into pieces with her words.
He paused to turn around and face me while I stood there demanding that he gave me a reason for once, for just once. His eyes stared as I stood there breathing heavy watching him with wild eyes and messy hair.
He didn't speak.
"You can't just force me to leave my life and place it on hold whenever it suits you! Vickrim, you can't force me to just get up and leave when you need me." I said feeling the raw emotions I refused to deal with inside of the mental institution, my mother was why I was emotional, but Vickrim had triggered my emotions to show themselves physically as I felt the first tear slowly glide from my eye, my skin felt its salty touch and then it dropped to the ground as easy as it slid over my cheek, his eyes never left my face as he stood frozen while the wind sliced through his straight hair and for a moment he looked confused as if he was unaware of what to do.
But I couldn't stand still anymore, because I new that that one drop wasn't the end, it was only the beginning, I could feel the rest of my tears sitting in my eyes as I tried to hold them for rushing out.
I could feel them stinging as the wind blew my hair into my face, I rotated myself as I pulled my father's car keys from my pocket, and then..
and then I just let them free fall into the open air as my heart began to pound, my breathing quickened as I cried silently with every blurry step I took to reach my car and then before I could unlock the door I felt his touch, his hand gently gripped my waist and then he twisted me around to have me face him.
"Sometimes I forget about the monster I've become." He said not moving an extra muscle on his face, the seriousness never died, and I never expected it to.
"It's not your fault." I sniffed, wiping my tears away with my hand as he stayed standing stable before me. "I'm just, I'm just dealing with a lot , I.." I struggled to say and then he spoke, interrupting my words.
"It's okay." He nodded. "I get it." He said as if he did, as if he could possibly understand the bottled up emotions I've been holding captive for so long.
"You do?" I questioned feeling my eyes redden.
"Of cause I do, whatever you're feeling I know has something to do with what's inside of there." He nodded his head to the institution building. "It's okay to feel broken and confused, you see I too am tormented by emotions and I can assure you that what I've been through in life, is pain you couldn't possibly imagine so know that however much you're hurting, however much pain you think you're enduring is nothing to the tears that I've tasted." He spoke and for some reason his words had made me feel slightly better about my messed up life, it made me feel as if I wasn't alone, as if I was no longer in the isolation I had found myself lurking around in, because his tormented soul had shown me that I could have had it a lot worse and that I should appreciate my struggles.
He then took a step back as I stared in confusion while he stuck the cigarette between his lips and before I could realize what was happening he had allowed his feet to pull himself away from me and I couldn't understand why he would just walk away.
"Vickrim!?" I yelled in disbelief and then he turned before getting into his car. "What?" His eyes back to its grumpy bitterness.
"Where are you going to?" I replied.
"With or without you, I still have things to take care of."
"I want to go with you." I said with the same emotion Katnis had when she volunteered for tribute in her sisters place. What the hell was I doing.
"Are you sure?" He seemed surprised as he tossed his unlit cigarette into the road.
"Yes." I said without really thinking about what I was actually doing.
"You might have just spared a life." He smirked but his words had worried me.
"What do you mean?" I stepped closer with caution written all over my face.
"I'll explain on our way." He paused "get in the car."
"Wait."
"What now!?"
"I can't just leave my father's car here." I said remembering that he probably wouldn't be home but I still felt obligated to return what was his.
"I'll call Connor, he'll take care of it." He said and when he had mentioned Connor's name I felt a weird tingle in my heart which automatically made me smile but I quickly brushed it off before Vickrim had noticed it and had gotten curious as to what I was thinking about. I mean Connor's cute and so full of life, I mean his such a ball of fun, his energy was like none I had ever come across.
"Are you going to give me the fucking key's or not." Vick had pulled me from my thoughts.
"Oh." I said searching my pocket and then handed it to him.
"Roger!" He yelled "Get this to Connor, tell him to return it to Delilah's house in one piece, no reckless driving." He paused and then stared at my father's car "fuck, that car is actually a piece of shit, I'm sure Connor can't destroy it any further." He said and then threw the keys into the air as Roger caught it in one go.
"Hey, lay off old faithful," I smiled "that car never gave me problems not even once, so don't disrespect her." I said but what was running through my head wasn't old faithful it was the way Vickrim said my name. I had never heard him say it before and it sounded kind of sexy.
"Whatever, get in the car." He grinned and then I climbed inside as he dismissed his men and shortly after he had joined me, staring up his masterpiece of a car and then drove smoothly onto the open road.
"Explain." I said staring out of the window as we passed beautiful houses and a cute couple jogging with their dog, which instantly made me miss Ginger.
"We're going to see my mother."
His mother, I mean what? This is moving way to fast, not that I would ever date Vickrim or anything.
"I suppose you miss her?" I said still staring at the outside, clueless about why my presence was needed.
"You can't miss someone you don't care about." He said changing gears and I could hear the sound of his car taking in wind.
"So why are we visiting her then?" I decided not to ask about his personal life because I respected that he probably wouldn't want to discuss it.
"Because I feel obligated to protect her from her fears."
"I thought you didn't care."
"I don't, but I care about Connor and if I refuse to do what he suggests is the right thing for myself and in general he would disown me and I can't afford that, not only because his like family but also because his the only person I trust with my business, without Connor my business would crumble and you know how I feel when anything intervene's with my finances."
"I understand." I said feeling a sudden rush of guilt wave over me, he trusted Connor with his money, with his business and Vickrim's money is like his baby, therefore he trusted Connor with his baby! And Connor went behind his back to see me, knowing Vickrim would never approve of Connor being that close to me. I couldn't help but swallow hard as I thought about Connor holding me, about his touch and how incredibly good it felt to be in his arms.
But wait, this was stupid! I wasn't Vickrim's girlfriend! I didn't belong to him. I was free to do as I pleased but I still felt guilty because deep down I felt like allowing Connor to be that close to me was my fault. I could have said no, but I didn't.
I wanted him to stay.
"But I don't understand why you need me." I said trying to continue our conversation so I could stop thinking about Connor.
"I suppose if at some point the conversation between my mother and I turns into a disagreement, I'm going to feel the urge to kill her."
"Vickrim!" I gasped, how the hell could he feel the urge to take his mother's life.
"You need to stop me." He spoke brushing off what he had just said as if it was the norm.
"Why can't you stop yourself?"
"I'm impulsive, I don't think twice about doing the things I want." He sped up, changing lanes "You keep me from killing." His voice sending chills down my spine as his mint green eyes refused to grace me with its beauty.
"That line would totally freak out most girls, but I think it's definitely an "awwww" moment for me." I squealed "you so like me." I giggled.
"Don't push it." He snapped as his greens turned evil to glance at me.
But it couldn't shake the giddy feeling I felt inside, it was so warm and fuzzy, it felt similar to the feeling of drinking hot coco on the coldest day in winter. In some way Vickrim was that cold day but I knew deep down, way way deep down he had a hint of hot coco boiling in his soul.
"Vick?"
"Don't call me Vick."
"Okay!" I rolled my eyes, "Vickrim" I corrected myself.
"What?"
"I don't think you're a monster." I shook my head lightly.
"Oh really?" He smirked small. "What am I then." He kept his eyes on the road.
"A big fat teddy bear."