All Chapters of THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Scream

DELILAHDamien laughed then, good-naturedly, and everybody laughed along with him.You see, Damien had this gift, that’s the only way I can explain it. He had this… power, this magnetic pull that made people bend toward him like he was the sun. Maybe that’s why he was so good at football, so good at everything he ever touched. He didn’t just play the game; he owned it, just like he owned this room now.He was good at speeches, too, though I don’t think he ever really tried. He just had this way about him. When Damien talked, people listened. When Damien moved, people followed. And when Damien laughed, even at the stupidest, most meaningless thing, everyone else laughed with him, desperate to share the joke, desperate to belong.It was like some invisible string tied them all together, and Damien held the knot.He smiled at everyone as if he were handing out blessings, his gaze sweeping the crowd. And somehow, impossibly, it felt like he made eye contact with each and every one of them

Drive Away

DELILAHThe scream ripped out of me before I could stop it. It was raw, painful, a sound I didn’t even recognize as my own. For a second, it silenced everything....the chants, the laughter, the jeering.Every head turned, every phone tilted back toward me, every sneer froze mid-expression. The cafeteria, once roaring with noise, was now filled with the remainder of my screams.I clutched my books tighter against my chest, my hands trembling so badly. Tears streamed down my face, but I didn’t even care anymore. There was no hiding it. There was nothing left to protect.My chest heaved. The room blurred with faces, but his, the only face that mattered. He stood there calm, smug, victorious. Damien didn’t even flinch. He just stared back at me like I was nothing, like I was dirt he had finally scraped from the bottom of his shoe..... That hurt worse than the laughter.And then I saw Aria again. My Aria. Her lips parted, trembling, her face pale and stricken as if she wanted to say someth

A Family

DELILAHThe woman who had just held me tightly, who had pulled me inside the house with what felt like care, now thundered in my face, shaking the walls.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screamed again, her words piercing, raw, leaving me frozen.“What do you mean? Why are you talking like this?” I asked, still reeling from the whiplash of emotions, the woman who helped me inside and now this woman, screaming at me. “Do not play innocent. Don’t play me with that innocent act. I don’t buy it. I found…"'What are you talking about?” I snapped back with confusion.“I had to call the police,” she barked. “Delilah! Do you know how worried I was? Do you know how you made me look out there right now because of you?”I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “I’m still confused.... And why are you at home anyway? You’re rarely at home at this hour or day....""That’s none of your fucking business." She snapped again, then continued, "I just wonder what you were thinking.”“I didn’t do

Ugly

DELILAHMy chest constricted like someone had tied a noose around me and kept pulling it tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe.“That’s not....” My voice cracked as I swallowed hard. “.... That’s not what I said.”“Oh, don’t you dare lie to me!” she screamed, slamming the empty glass down so hard I thought it might shatter.“You came home, you were crying, you looked like a mess, and I asked you..... I asked you, and you told me that Damien had.....”“No!” The words tore out of me, louder than I expected, shaking. “I never said that! I never said he raped me.... I never even told you his name! I just told you I was going through something and I needed my mother.....”My voice broke, but the fury in me didn’t. “You’re the one who decided something bad had happened to me, just because you couldn’t fathom that someone.....that a man would want me, would want to be with me that way!”The room went silent for a split second. I saw something dark flash across her face before her hand

A Plan

DELILAHI… I… I didn’t. I stammered.She laughed. Mocked me. Cruelly. “You didn’t know Damien was your sister’s boyfriend? Everybody knows that! And, she’s your sister....of course you know that! You go to the same school, live in the same house, and share the same social circle. Of course, you knew she was your sister’s boyfriend!”Her voice rose with every word, her eyes wild, sharp with accusation. “And you… You have to tell me, Delilah… your own sister’s boyfriend? I mean, what kind of person have I been keeping in my house? What kind of person have I been feeding, taking to school, taking care of her, giving her all the needs in this house… not knowing that I’m taking care of a parasite?”I opened my mouth. I started to say something. “I… I did." I stutter. "....I’m sorry, I can’t explain....”“You cannot explain anything!” she shouted, cutting me off. “How can you explain that you slept with your sister’s boyfriend? Pathetic! You’re putting a stain on the Blackwater name! And t

Broken

DELILAHI started small and quietly. I took the bakery job and hid the cash. But I didn’t stop there. Every allowance my parents sent me, I tucked away instead of spending; when I was given money for clothes or school supplies, I bought things smart, cheap, good-condition pieces I could clean and resell online. I learned how to photograph items so they looked nicer than they were, how to write listings that sounded desirable, and how to ship without leaving a paper trail at home. Sometimes I flipped a thrift-store jacket, other times I bought a dress on sale and sold it for twice what I’d paid.I also started thinking ahead. I knew I couldn’t just run off. I needed a plan for college, for living arrangements, and for transportation. I even looked into online classes I could take if I didn’t have money for a campus immediately.It felt like the first time in my life I was truly taking control. Like for once, the chaos of my family’s hatred and the humiliation from today couldn’t touch

Wrong Side of Town

DELILAHMy mom blamed me.She blamed me for the fact that Dad left.She blamed me for the fact that Dad was with another woman.And I still don’t understand how I had anything to do with that. I had never even been to their office. I didn’t know anything about their job or their drama, but somehow it was my fault.Apparently, her forcing me to lie, to say someone had raped me, was what finally dragged Dad back to the house. And when they realized there was no case, that I had lied…I became the last strThe nail in the coffin.The reason Dad left for good.So now, I was officially the most hated person in the house.I couldn’t do anything right.I couldn’t say anything right.Sometimes, Mom would wait up for me until ten, sometimes until eleven, just so she could start screaming the second I walked in the door.She would let loose on me, tell me what kind of disappointment I was, what kind of leech I was, what kind of monster I was.A Homewrecker..... She loved that one.She had a na

New Territory

DELILAH“Mom,” I began, my voice trembling, but she cut me off.“Do not call me that. Do not call me your mother. I’m not your mother,” she snapped, her eyes sharp and unforgiving. “If I were, you wouldn’t be doing all these things....trying to destroy my life, to destroy my marriage, to destroy the family name." She shook her head then."Do you know how important the Blackwater name is? And you’re trying to put a stain on it.”Her voice rose, fury and disbelief twisting together. “For generations, the Blackwater name has been noble, tied to noble professions. But you.....you’re failing. You’re not doing well in class. You have no artistic talent in your body. You’re never going to amount to anything. You’re nothing but a burden to the Blackwater name. And we already made a mistake, taking you on as a Blackwater. We’ve been giving you everything so you wouldn’t tarnish the Blackwater name. And what do you do?”She paused, as if expecting me to answer. I stayed silent.“You decided to

No

DELILAH “Well,” Elena began, clearing her throat dramatically. “Like I told you, Mom,” she said in that annoyingly childish voice she always used with our parents, the one that grated on my nerves every time. “I heard people talking,” she continued, putting a hand to her chest like she was the victim here. “They said Dad has left the house, that he’s no longer taking care of you, and that we were broke, that we were beggars now. That we didn’t have any money.....” My mother’s eyes immediately narrowed on me. “Anyway,” Elena went on, “you know me, Mom. I wouldn’t let anyone talk about our family like that, not behind our backs, not to my face. So I confronted them.” She paused for dramatic effect, enjoying every second of this. “And that’s when they told me your dear daughter.... me, has a sister who’s been playing cheap little waitress in some slum diner on the other side of the city.” My mom’s head whipped back toward me like a viper. “Did you hear that?” she snapped. “That’

Ganging Up On Me

DELILAH“No!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it. It came out louder, harsher, more defiant than I’d intended.... but I didn’t care.Both of them froze.Elena’s brows shot up, her mouth twisting into a smug little smirk like she’d just been handed front-row tickets to my destruction. Mom, on the other hand, went deadly still, her tear-streaked face going rigid.“What did you just say to me?” Her voice was low, quiet... too quiet.“I said no,” I repeated, forcing my voice to stay steady even though my chest felt like it might cave in. “I’m not quitting. I can’t. I....”“You can and you will!” Mom shouted, cutting me off so sharply it made me flinch. She pushed Elena away and stood, her hands balled into fists. “You will march back there tomorrow and tell them you quit. You will stop embarrassing this family. Do you understand me?”“I’m not embarrassing this family!” I yelled back, the words spilling out before I could stop them.Mom’s eyes widened like I’d just slapped h

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