Andrew's Point of View

I left Delilah when I was sure she was asleep. I knew I had fallen asleep, and I glanced groggily at my watch. 9:07. I'd been there for about four and a half hours. Groaning, I sat up straight in my hair, looking at Delilah once more before running a hand over my face and through my hair.

Jesus Christ

…is holy.

Blinking, I shook myself awake again, standing up slowly. I leaned over Delilah, pressing a kiss to her forehead, which she murmured something incoherent in reply. I smiled sleepily and exited the room, shutting the door quietly behind me.

I passed a nurse on the way by, grabbing her attention.

I coughed, "If the girl in room 304 wakes up, tell her I'll…um, I'll be there later today." The nurse gave me a weird look, and it came to me that she might not even be Delilah's nurse. I gave her a pleading look, "Please." The woman, who looked in her forties, sighed.

"Of course, dear." I nodded with a sigh of relief, turning back down the hall and waited for the elevator.

What to do…

Oh, boy. What to do.

Talk to Derek?

Yeah. Talk to Derek. Not really my first priority, but definitely up there. Like soon.

Talk to Delilah's mother.

Probably number one. I rubbed my eyes as the elevator dinged, and I stepped in, pressing the ground floor button.

Get flowers for Delilah.

Eh, I'll do it down stairs, and just have them send it up to her.

I frowned, what had she said about her brother?

Something about him not being in the right mind…

I groaned, and stepped out of the elevator, and headed toward the gift shop, which had half baby accessories, balloons, and cards, a quarter candies, and the other quarter flowers. I quirked an eyebrow, suppressing a smile, and made my way toward the flowers.

I racked my mind, trying to remember her favorite flower. Delilah's? I smiled at that. I think she hated those, though. I grabbed some sunflowers, and some lilies. Eh, and grabbed several other flowers that I had no idea the name of. I took the five bouquets of flowers to the counter, reaching in my back pocket for my wallet.

"That'll be 62.47." The old woman at the cashier said. I glanced at her name-tag, Doris, and tried to not smile. I handed her the amount due in cash.

"Um, is it possible to get these delivered to a room?" I asked hopefully. The woman looked over me briefly and nodded. She bent over to her right, my left, and plucked a yellow card from a stack, and handed it to me.

"Fill this out," She handed me a pen with it, jutting it out to me. I quickly grabbed it, writing down all the 'necessary' information. Her room number, name, my name, date…

I finished, and handed it back to her, flashing a charming smile and letting her keep the change.

I entered the parking lot towards my car, thinking of Delilah's car. What would happen to it?

…was there anything left of the thing? I smirked to myself, backing out.

It was a long way from the hospital to Delilah's house, but not a quiet one. I blasted music (eh, I felt in the mood for some RJA, Face Down, and The Hush Sound) to keep myself from thinking about what I was going to say when I got there.

I pulled up to her house, staring at it before turning off my engine and stepping out of the car.

I knocked on the door, feeling awkward and wondering who was going to open the door.

It turned out to be Forest.

His eyes were red-rimmed and his hair was in disarray, his clothes rumpled. His brown eyes focused on me.

"Where is she?" His voice was hoarse. I just blinked at him, trying to comprehend whether to be angry or sympathetic.

"Hospital." I chose apathetic. I saw him intake a breath, and his face fall.

"Oh, God. It's all my fault." Forest leaned against the wall, slowly crumpling in on himself. I twitched with pity, running a hand through myself.

"She's okay." I said softly. "She just has some minor injuries. But she didn't want to call you."

"No wonder!" He exploded, still slumped against the wall. "Why the hell would she want to inform her drunkard brother that she was in the hospital? Just after he practically…" He trailed off, choking on a sob. "I'm such fuck up." He cried.

I looked at him before squatting down to his level.

"No, you're not. You're human." I sighed, taking a spot on the wall beside him. "Delilah doesn't blame you. I don't think she ever could. She's…she's not that type of person." The thought of her warmed my heart, making me smile. I coughed, continuing, "You just snapped. You made a mistake. Just visit her, explain. She's confused right now, just…just tell her what you want to say." Forest nodded.

"Thanks, dude. Just…" He hesitated. "Don't tell anyone about this, alright?" He cracked a smile, "All that street cred I have will go down the drain." I smiled back, getting up and extending a hand.

"Your secret is safe with me." Forest took my hand.

"I'm going to go visit Delilah…" He stood awkwardly.

"Good idea. But, uh, where's your mom?" I kind of needed to know. Forest shrugged.

"She went to spend the weekend with her sister, at Rockford. The next town over?" I nodded.

"Can you call her?" Forest paused, and then nodded.

"Yeah, I can call her." And was out the door, and I quickly followed, shutting the door with the automatic lock.

My next stop was Derek's. I glanced at my watch. It was ten-thirty…too early to visit him. I sighed, longing for a shower. I decided I would go home, then go to Derek's.

I called Delilah's mom on the way home, staring at the number on my cell phone for about five minutes before taking a shaky breath, and hitting the send button.

I held the cell phone up to my ear, my hand (for some stupid, strange reason) was shaking and I held my breath when I heard the ringing stop.

"Hello?" A voice on the other end answered.

"Um, Ms. Lee?" I asked awkwardly.

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?" I cleared the lump in my throat.

"This is Andrew, Andrew Anderson. Delilah's friend?" I didn't wait for her confirmation. "I have some…some bad news…"

"Oh, dear."

(MOO)

Derek's house was a twenty-five minute drive from mine, but I didn't mind making the long trip there.

The call with Delilah's mom had gone surprisingly well, her saying that she was on her way home, and that she needed to explain some things to Delilah. And now it was around noon, and I was in my car, changing the song constantly, like I had music ADD.

I turned the corner, recognizing Derek's house. It might seem weird that I know where he lives, but we were actually partners in a chemistry project sophomore year, and I have this knack for memory.

…sometimes.

I frowned as I turned off my engine, waiting outside, looking up at the big, white house.

It was big, no doubt.

Mine was bigger.

I let out a breath I was holding and made my way to the front door. I rang the door bell, waiting for someone to answer.

A woman opened the door. She was a maid.

"Hi ma'am, I'm Andrew. Is Derek available?" She nodded.

"Sí, señor." And she scurried away to the right.

I stepped in, shutting the door behind me.

Derek came in, talking in fluent Spanish to the small, Mexican maid that had opened the door. He lifted his eyes to look at me, and they held surprise.

"Um, wow. Andrew…what are you doing here?" It took all of my willpower not to go over and sock the guy.

Then rip out his tongue.

Then tear out his di-

"Just stopping by." I gritted my teeth.

How could this fucker fucking fuck up Delilah?

God, fuck.

"Oh," He said, oblivious to the fact I was about to rip his face off and throw it down the toilet. "Well, come on. Let's get something to eat." He turned, starting toward the room he had just exited. Clenching my fist, I followed him.

Derek and I had a strange relationship. (Not that we were gay, and had any sort of…romantic relationship. Just, whatever.) We used to be friends; really good friends. But this huge rift came between us, because of Delilah.

I don't blame her at all for it; it's definitely not her fault. And yeah; she can be a bit oblivious towards both of our feelings towards her, but…

It's been this moderately friendly, walking on thin ice friendship with Derek. For me now, I'm walking on water. I want to throttle him, shove him into a-

"You want a soda?" I nodded, catching a Coke he threw towards me.

"Thanks." He nodded back, motioning me to sit down at the wooden table in the nook on the right. I did, pulling out a chair roughly, slamming myself down.

He sat down across from me, quirking his eyebrow.

"So what did you come here for?" He asked, popping open his Root Beer.

I opened mine as well, taking a sip before coughing. "I think you know." Derek stopped drinking, setting down the soda and swallowed.

"Excuse me?"

My grip tightened on my drink, and I opened my mouth to explain further.

"Did you rape Delilah?" I put it as bluntly as I could manage without flipping the table over, lunging over to him, and pinning him down as I choked him.

His eyes got wide, then he glanced down.

"I…I don't know. I didn't…I don't know." I let out a breath slowly.

"Do. You. Remember. Anything?"

Derek shrugged, looking off toward the wall.

"I…I was really drunk. I just saw here, and she looked so amazing, flushed from dancing too much. And I just…I wanted her." He looked up at me, and I saw his tormented eyes. I didn't care. "So I just led her to the garage, and I remember…I remember I hit her, but she got knocked out. Then…I think I fell asleep, you know? Like on top of her. But it's all a blur and I don't remember.

"Please." He stared at me, his voice hoarse, and he looked about to cry. My expression remained the same as he continued, "I wanted to kill myself. I went to talk to her, you know? To ask her if I…" He swallowed, "if I did it." Derek shook his head. "She just…she was so scared of me, I knew I did it. But I figured if I did, I might as well just own up to it. Make her understand I didn't mean to." It didn't even seem as if he was talking to me anymore.

"But I screwed everything up. And she still forgave me." His voice was soft, and he repeated himself, "She forgave me."

I nodded.

"Yeah. She did. She's a good person. Way too good for you," I added, standing up. He nodded slowly.

"I know." Derek ran a hand through his hair, "I know."

And with that, I turned and left.

(MOO)

Delilah's Point of View

I knew exactly when Andrew left, the comforting presence that made the room happier was gone.

My day went by slowly, and I convinced one of the younger nurses to get me a book to read.

She complied, giving me one of her own raunchy romance novels.

I couldn't complain.

I was halfway in the middle of the passionate love story of Sergio, the hot and sexy Spanish pirate, and Lillian, the seductive, slightly whorish daughter of a Noble, when my brother came to visit me.

Whoa.

Um, since when did he know I was here?

God damn you, Andrew.

I set the book down at the small tray table next to me.

"Hey," He said softly, his head ducked down in embarrassment. I smiled slightly.

"Um, hey." He sat down in the chair that Andrew had occupied over an hour and a half ago. My smile didn't increase or decrease, in fact, it just stayed the same, a crooked unsure smile.

"How are you?" His voice was still soft, but he had raised his eyes and looked at me. I shrugged, regretting the action almost immediately.

"Can't complain." I told him. I glanced at his haggard appearance and asked, "How about you?"

Forest looked at me with this rueful and very, very apologetic expression on his face.

"Regretful. Terrible. Ashamed. Apologetic. Remorseful. Awful." He cracked a small smile, "Take your pick."

I bit my lip, "How about apologetic?" He nodded.

"I'm so, so sorry." Then he winced, smacking the ball of his palm against his forehead. "That was lame…" He muttered to himself. I smiled at him, a real smile.

"I get what you're saying; I understand." He looked relieved, but still stubborn.

"No, I need to say this." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything that I've ever said. When I used to come home drunk, or stoned, or just fucked up in general." I swallowed, but didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry for all the mean things I said, and I'm…I'm ashamed and so, so sorry for all the times I ever hit, kicked, smacked or punched you, ever. I'm sorry that it took me so long to get my life straight, and I never should have even…even brought you into this. I'm a horrible fuck up, and I just..wasn't thinking." He took in a deep breath, and I just remained silent, knowing he had to get this out of his system.

"I'm sorry that I lost control last night. It was a stupid…an unbelievably stupid decision on my part. I can't even begin to think of what could've happened. I can't even remember over half the things I said, but I know it wasn't good. And this morning I woke up passed out on the kitchen floor, which hasn't happened in a long time…and I panicked and you weren't home, so I called your friend Hana, and she…she said she had no idea where you were." His eyes bored into mine. "I haven't been that scared in a long, long time."

I refused to cry, but motioned with my unbroken hand for him to come over to me. He complied, wrapping his arms around my back, and I hugged him back.

"It's okay." And I knew it would be.

(MOO)

Forest stayed with me until my mom came, and we hung out like we used to when we were kids.

My mom came in the hospital, looking alternatively guilty and worried. I smiled at her, and motioned for the other chair on the other side of me that was unoccupied. Biting her lip, she sat down gingerly.

"Hey, Mom." Forest coughed awkwardly, before mumbling an excuse to go get coffee and an aspirin.

"Hey, baby." Her hand reached slowly over the bandage on my head, before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I laughed lightly, putting it back over my ear. Shaking her head, she smiled.

Her smile faded. "I have…I have a lot of things to say Delilah." I shut my eyes.

"Can it wait for tomorrow? I'm a little tired." I took in my mother's old appearance.

Her brown hair was streaked with white and grey, it was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a sweatshirt with the name of my school on it, and some jeans. Her brown eyes were studying me intensly, before she nodded.

"Yeah," She sighed. "Another time."

And I fell asleep only a moment later.

Oh, boy.

I know, I know.

I'm a liar.

Yes, my pants are on fire.

I did not update within the week…but I did start the chapter. :)

Hopefully this semi-action packed chapter makes up for it?

Alright…

And I have new pictures coming, but I still need one for Delilah. If you have any ideas of actresses, models, people, pictures, just let me know or give me the link.

Thanks all.