5 August 2012
I woke the next morning and was greeted with a room I didn't recognise immediately. I blinked a couple of times then I smiled to myself as I remembered Lewis pulling me into his room and bed where we fell asleep together. I rolled over and saw Lewis still sleeping soundly. His hair was all over the place - classic bed head. I smiled again and pushed myself into him. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall back to sleep. I felt his eyes flicker open and a grin spread on his face. He gently brushed some hair off of my face and behind my ear, I couldn't stop myself from smiling again.
"You're awake" he breathed his eyes drifting over my face as my eyes opened.
"What time is it?" I asked yawning and pulling myself into his chest. He kissed the top of my head as he leant over me awaking his phone.
"Too early" he answered collapsing on his back and pulling me on top of him.
"That could be any time up to eleven what time is it?" I breathed a laugh resting my chin on folded arms on his chest.
"It's ten to eight" he sighed, I groaned and leant up to kiss his lips then laid back on his chest. "I could get used to this" Lewis announced running his fingers through my hair.
"You're not the only one" I mumbled closing my eyes still smiling.
"DELILAH!" Eddie roared making my eyes snap open
"Well that's someone who doesn't want to get used to this" Lewis sighed and I pushed my face into his neck.
"LEWIS!" Eddie yelled louder this time.
"Yeah" we both shouted back and the door crashed against the wall as it was forced open.
"Before you say anything. Nothing happened" Lewis stated calmly
"Nothing better have fucking happened" he growled glaring at us both. "Get dressed Delilah, your teacher will be here soon" he ordered and left the room.
"Fucking school" I muttered and forced myself to get up. Lewis put his hands on either side of my face and pulled me to his lips. I smiled against his lips and sat myself on his stomach, legs either side of him, my hands on his chest.
"I've. Got. To. Go" I said between kisses and got off of him and strutted out of his room stopping at the door casting a glance over my shoulder at him propped up on his elbows watching me. I sent him a wink and blew him a kiss, laughing at his forlorn face before leaving his room completely.
When I entered the living room I expected to see Miss Gerrard but instead next to Garry stood a short stocky man wearing a suit. His dark green tie hung from a huge knot at the base of his neck. His features were hard, unforgiving as were his narrowed, judging eyes. They held a dull shine as if he was trying to hide something, whatever it was I didn't trust it nor did I trust him. I felt uncomfortable in his company folding my arms across my chest in some hope to hide myself away.
"Mr Andersson" his voice gravelly as he introduced himself holding out a large, calloused hand.
"Delilah" I replied my voice small and I tentatively shook his hand, mine dwarfed by his.
"Shall we get started?" his voice still hard as he walked with importance to the table.
"I don't trust him" I hissed turning to Garry making sure Mr Andersson didn't hear me.
"Delilah its fine he's just a teacher" he assured me not looking me in the eye. I nodded knowing I wouldn't win if I started arguing about it. I smiled nervously as I sat down at the table. While I worked he reminded me of those men who threw me in the back of the car even though I knew them to be dead and there was no way they could come back. I felt even more uncomfortable as I felt his eyes on me constantly as I worked. As I looked at him I found it hard to figure him out, his eyes showed nothing but boredom and that dull shine which scared me more than I wanted it to.
"Good work" he complimented packing his things away and I stayed silent not wanting to look at him so I stayed looking down at the table.
"Thank you Mr Andersson" Garry shook his hand and showed him out. Everyone seemed quieter than usual, no one had mentioned how I had acted, Eddie was talking softly on the phone - I didn't realise he knew how - Garry was watching Eddie listening to his words. Lewis was on his phone too searching something on the Internet. I walked behind Lewis and he quickly put his phone away not allowing me to see what he was doing. I frowned and walked to Eddie and he quickly finished the call.
"You're hiding something from me" I accused
"Not at all Delilah" Garry started his tone mostly patronising.
"I'm not a little kid anymore! Just be straight with me - tell me what is going on, you're the closest people in my life and the only ones I really trust! Tell me the truth" I demanded
"We're just making sure you're safe, trying not to make you worry" Eddie answered uncharacteristically calm.
"You know sometimes you guys really piss me off" I stated and with a huff stomped into my room. I laid on my bed and realised it was only half a week till my birthday. Seventeen. I bet it won't be any different. Won't feel any different just be a different number hanging above my head. I wonder if my father would come? Did I look like him? Was I-
"Hey" Lewis breathed disrupting my thoughts, I shuffled along my bed to accommodate him.
"Hi" I replied as he laid beside me
"They do what they do because they care" he stated
"Yeah I know" I sighed I'd been told this for seventeen years. "Just pisses me off sometimes" I attempted to shrug laying down but it failed just a little.
"I know" he sympathised putting an arm around me.
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The days passed quickly even with creepy Mr Andersson coming to teach me more than Miss Gerrard. Apparently she was ill and I found myself to be missing her and wanting the argumentative bitch to teach me even if she looks at Lewis the wrong way. Garry had started acting a little weird the past few days, always going out for hours on end but Eddie just said he was going through a rough patch with his wife. I suppose it can't have been easy to accept that your husband was to be looking after a young girl for years on end. They didn't let me leave the house, or be on my own in a room with an open window. There was intelligence that the group wanting me, for a reason still unknown to us, was getting closer and now they were waiting for the perfect time to strike. Now my birthday was just a few hours away, I was born at quarter past midnight on 13th April and now it was 7:30. It was dark outside and Garry still wasn't back, Eddie was in the kitchen talking softly down the phone so we couldn't hear. I had pushed myself into Lewis's side watching the TV, occasionally leaning over him and drinking some of his beer, he had given up trying to stop me and just let me do it.
"If you want one, go get your own" he murmured kissing the top of my head
"And where's the fun in that?" I asked leaning over him provocatively and taking another drink. He swallowed as I leant back over him putting the can down and sitting on his lap as I sat back up. "Now I much rather see the reaction I get from you when I steal your drink than get my own" I whispered close to his ear, my nose in his hair and my hands on his chest.
"You like my reaction" he restated his hands moving from my thighs to my hips.
"Mmhmm" I hummed next to his ear. He pulled me closer to him, moving a hand up my back and to the back of my head where I had annoyed him by putting my hair up in a high ponytail.
"Does this really need to be up?" he asked not waiting for an answer already tugging the bobble gently from my hair letting it cascade down my back and onto my shoulders. "Better" he mumbled knotting a hand in my hair and pulling my head back gently to kiss me properly. His tongue drifted over my lips tasting the alcohol left there and I repaid the favour. I felt his lips twitch into a smile and as I ran my fingers through his hair tangling them up he kissed me harder, pulling me deeper into him. A sudden shout brought us apart but found it not directed at us.
"Want another drink soldier boy?" I asked getting up off of him and finishing his can
"Yeah" he nodded running his tongue over his top lip.
"Well you can get your own can't you" I laughed and made my way into the kitchen. As soon as I entered, Eddie even though he was midway through a sentence ended his call and flashed me a quick nervous smile. "What are you keeping from me now?" I asked unable to rid my voice of it's annoyed tone.
“Nothing" he defended turning his phone in his fingers
"Ugh you don't realise how pissed off I get at you and Garry, keeping things from me it's my life I should be able to know everything that's going on rather than have you two and possibly my father playing God over it!" I snapped storming out of the kitchen and into my room. I slammed my door, they knew how to piss me off royally. I glanced at my window hidden by its shroud of curtains and in one impulsive moment I strode across my room and yanked them open. My thoughts were to sneak out of the house, not for very long but long enough to clear my head. But as I looked out of the window expecting to see my own reflection I jumped backwards screaming as instead there was someone stood there an unnerving monkey mask covering their face. They cocked their head and punched their hand through my window...
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