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"You are so full of shit Delilah. I know you, even if you have been lying to me continually since the day we met. I. Know. You." His voice, his beautiful voice was full of pain. I gathered all of my strength together, I could do this if it meant he would live. I looked him in the eyes, but I was trying to look through him to ignore their intensity.

 

"Isaiah, all you were to me is a puzzle I wanted to solve and another pay check in my pocket," I almost believed myself for a minute with how convincing my voice sounded. He had never laid a harmful finger on my head, but in that brief moment I thought he would. So many emotions went through his eyes. He was fighting the hurt, and in the end hate won out.

 

"Alright then… Now that I know how you really feel it will be so much easier leaving this fucking hell hole. I honestly hope you aren't lying this time Delilah. I could get you away from them. Damn it, I could have loved you like no one else 
ever
 will," he said harshly. I willed myself not to cry, not to show any emotion when I looked back at him. I could tell in his eyes that he know what I was thinking, he knew what I was doing and he wouldn't sweet talk me out of it. He wasn't that kind of guy.

 

"I hate you," in that particular moment it was true. He had figured me out, he had cracked me and made me feel things I never had before, and I hated him for it.

 

There a few sayings I never thought I would understand. I realize now that I have to experience them to know. '
The silence was deafening,
' that is one I now understand with perfect clarity.

 

He had walked out on me with a slammed door of finality. One minute we were screaming and the next I was alone. My heart was the only thing I could hear, pounding hard and fast inside of my ears. There was nothing else; nothing to distract me from my guilty thoughts.

 

I was alone, in complete silence, with all of my regrets.

 

 

Chapter Sixteen- Not Knowing Where to Go

 

Something grew inside of me. Starting just above my stomach, where my heart should be. It kept getting bigger and bigger until I felt engulfed in it. But it wasn't filling me up. Instead I felt empty, it was as if everything was being sucked out with such intensity that I couldn't breathe.

 

I tried closing my eyes and thinking of things to calm me. I tried walking and then running. I tried anything I could think of at the time to make this sudden burning void disappear, but nothing worked. Only when I sat down and concentrated on this strange feeling did I realize what was happening… My heart was breaking. I was no longer stone cold Delilah, ruthless killer, heartless bitch.

 

Oh no, I had a heart and it was in major pain. When Isaiah walked out that door he took a good portion of my heart with him. He was probably putting it through a blender right now. I cried, and screamed, and hit things until my voice was hoarse and my hands were bloody and bruising. Why the hell was I being so stupid? Isaiah could offer me a way out. I wouldn't have to live this life and I would be loved. I could live a normal life! Why was I letting him walk away? Why was I pushing him away?

 

I thought I was being strong, for his sake. I didn't want to be strong anymore though. I was through with being tough. This was my breaking point. I hated this feeling, it was new and unfamiliar. I was expecting myself to be a pillar. The pressure was too much; this building was going to collapse.

 

If we were together, we'd have a better chance of survival anyway. We both knew how to fight, to kill, to sneak away. We could run far and not have to worry about being caught. I knew I had to call him before he got too far away. I ran for my phone and dialed his number. It rang four times before I heard his voice.

 

"You know what? I can't even believe I'm answering this fucking phone right now! What the hell do you want Delilah? Do you want to rip me to shreds some more? That's what your fucking job is right?" I deserved that. I truly did.

 

"Come get me. Please Isaiah. I changed my mind," I begged, the tears in my voice. He swore a lot before answering.

 

"Fuck you! Why the hell would I come back for you now? Sure, I may love you. I'll never trust you though. Damn it," he paused. "No, you had your chance. I'm not coming back," he said harshly. Panic welled up inside of me. So I threw the only card I had left on the table.

 

"Isaiah, I'm pregnant," I said it so quietly that I didn't think he heard me until I heard the sound of squealing tires on the other end.

 

"Come again?" He asked. I heard horns honking and Isaiah cussing someone out.

 

"I'm pregnant. I found out today, right before you came over."

 

"How do I know you're not lying again?" He sounded skeptical and I understood that.

 

"I have all three pregnancy tests still if you want to see them for yourself."

 

"Fuck. We didn't use protection. I never even thought about it," he cussed again and then heaved a deep sigh. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, pack whatever shit you need and bring down those tests, I want to see for myself," and with that he hung up. I quickly ran up to my bedroom grabbing clothes and toiletries and valuables, stuffing them haphazardly into a duffle bag. I took my best camera; because that is something I absolutely wouldn't go without. I took cash that I had saved up too, and finally the pregnancy tests. I ran downstairs just as Isaiah's car pulled up. I threw my bag in his backseat and jumped in. He burned rubber as he pulled away.

 

"All girls are the same! They can't make up they're damn minds about what the hell they want," he ranted as soon as I was in the car.

 

"Isaiah, I'm so so so so sorry! I thought it would be best, to push you away. You could run and get out of here, and be safe," I said, looking at him. He wouldn't look at me but kept his eyes on the road.

 

"Oh stuff it Delilah, I don't want to hear it. I won't believe anything that comes from your mouth right now," he said. I was stunned even though I knew I deserved it. Not once, had he ever been so blatantly rude to me.

 

"You don't have to speed, Derek doesn't know anything yet. I figure as long as I answer when he calls and keep him informed, he won't suspect anything for awhile," I said looking at the speedometer. He sighed, frustrated, and slowed his speed down.

 

"So where are those tests?" He asked me. I pulled them out and showed him. He tried to study them as he drove.

 

"Okay, that doesn't tell me shit. They're just a bunch of lines. Couldn't you have gotten the ones that say yes or no?" He had the cutest frustrated look on his face, and despite the turmoil I had to smile. "We're going to the store to get another test. I don't think you're lying, but I can't be sure because I didn't think you were lying about anything else," he said and tears flooded my eyes again. I knew I had messed up bad, but it still hurt to hear him talking to me with total hate in his voice. "Tears won't help you Delilah, they won't soften me, and they won't make you feel better," he told me. I grunted.

 

"Right, that's not what you told me the night I started crying when you said you loved me," I muttered, crossing my arms and looking out the window.

 

"That's before I knew you were a lying, conniving, bi-," he stopped himself, and it actually pissed me off.

 

"Be a man and say what you want Isaiah. Say it! Tell me what I am. I already know you think it so just fucking say it!" I shouted at him.

 

"BITCH! That's what I wanted to say. Excuse me for trying to be somewhat decent when all I want is to rip your head off," he growled.

 

"If ripping my head off will make you feel better, by all means, go ahead. I deserve it," I said rather calmly for how I was feeling. My emotions were going haywire; I heard that happens when you're pregnant.

 

"No, because I'll end up saying something I regret and then I'll have to beg for your forgiveness, which is something I don't want to do," he sighed. The ride was silent for awhile, he wouldn't even let me turn the radio on to get rid of the awkwardness. "It reminds me too much of our first date, and if I hear you singing I'll forget about my anger. Just let me hang onto it for awhile," and that was the end of that.

 

An agonizingly long hour later we pulled up to a drug store. He went to get out of the car and I just sat there. He leaned his head back down to the car. "Are you coming or what?"

 

"I don't have to pee."

 

"I don't care, drink something then."

 

"I don't have anything to drink," I told him. He rolled his eyes.

 

"In case you haven't noticed, we're at a store. I'm sure you can find something to drink, Princess," he flinched after he said princess. He had been starting to call me that lately as a term of endearment.

 

"Well since you said it so nicely," I said and got out of the car. We walked in and went to the pop aisle first. Mountain Dew always made me have to pee so I got one. Then I followed Isaiah down the pregnancy aisle. When we got to the tests his eyes got wide.

 

"How many of these fucking things do they need?" He groaned. I picked out one that was digital and would spell out 'yes' or 'no' so he wouldn't have a problem understanding it. We walked around, going separate ways for awhile before I felt like I could finally pee. We went up to the counter and Isaiah paid for both my drink and my test and bought him some cigarettes. "I'd get you some but if you really are pregnant, there's no way you're smoking," he told me and gave the woman behind the counter a smile to die for. She blushed and smiled back. My body went cold and the same feeling I had when I thought about other women with Isaiah came back. Jealousy.

 

I quickly turned and stormed away to the bathroom. On all our dates, all our times out of the apartment, which after having sex were few and far between, he never even paid attention to other girls. And that he was doing so now, bugged me more than I thought would be possible.

 

I took my fourth test for that day and waited. As I suspected a big 'yes,' came up on the screen. I grabbed it and took it out of the bathroom with me. Isaiah was waiting outside the door, one hip leaning on the wall. I gave it to him. I watched his expression closely. At first there was nothing and then, very slowly a smile appeared and quickly disappeared. He looked up at me, and I saw fear. "This child is going to have a screwed up life Delilah. You know that right?"

 

"Maybe, but it will be loved. We can do the best we're able to do," I said. I wanted to pull him to me, to hug him tight, to just feel him against me, but I knew I had to wait until he came to me because I didn't want to be rejected. He sighed, threw the pregnancy test down and came to me, doing to me what I wanted to do to him. He held me tight and stroked my hair. Before I could latch onto him though, he pulled away. His eyes were still cold. I sighed.

 

"I do love you Isaiah, that's one thing I never lied about," I said quietly. He sighed and put his hand on my face.

 

"We'll work this out," his voice was soft. "I love you Princess, but I'm still extremely pissed and hurt right now, that's going to take awhile to get over," he said quietly. I nodded.

 

"I understand," I put my hand over his before he pulled it away.

 

"Come on, let's just drive, I don't know what we're going to do right now, but as long as we get away from here, we'll be good for awhile," he said. I nodded and followed him to the car. He opened my door for me and when we were both settled we took off, not knowing where we were going to go.

 

 

Chapter Seventeen- The Truth

 

After we left the store Isaiah let me turn the radio on. He went to reach for my hand a couple times but pulled back once he was half way there. I knew it was too much to ask for him to do it, but I wanted his hand in mine so bad. After another half hour in the car his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and swore. He looked at me, "Don't say a word," he told me seriously. I nodded. "Hello," he answered. "Yeah boss it's done. I'm sorry I didn't call you," he sighed at something the man was saying. "I need a break boss, the girl had been playing me," he paused. "Yeah, she's the one I had been seeing for months, good thing we got to them before she got to me right?" He laughed humorlessly at the other man's words. "I'll be gone for awhile. I don't know where I'm going, but I just needed to get out of that town, ya know?" He nodded even though the guy couldn't see him. "Don't expect to hear from me for awhile," he paused again. "Yes sir, I hid the body. I buried it in a place no one will look," he nodded again. "Yes sir, I will. You take care of yourself too. Call me if you need anything, but I won't be coming back for quite some time," his voice was choked up throughout the whole conversation. I'm sure he really didn't have to fake the broken heartedness that I heard and I hung my head in shame.

 

He hung up shortly after and looked at me quickly before turning his gaze back to the road. "That takes care of my boss for awhile. Never answer my phone if I'm not around," he ordered. I nodded. "What are you going to do about your boss?" He asked me.

 

"Wait until he calls me, give him false updates and see how long that lasts. I'll tell him we are going on a vacation. He doesn't think I've gotten anywhere with you yet, because I just couldn't bear letting you go so soon. He doesn't understand why this mission is taking so long. My other one's only lasted weeks, a month at the most. I couldn't stand the other guys. Some of them were downright nasty," I told him.

 

"How did you get yourself into this mess Delilah? What's your real story?" He asked and I sighed.

 

"I had abusive parents, physically, sexually and emotionally. They were extremely shady, I mean they sold me for their living. They obviously got involved with the wrong people and pissed them off. So, one night they bust into our house and shoot my parents. The guy was about to shoot me, but changed his mind seeing 'potential' in me is how he put it. So they took me with them. The boss got a soft spot for me, taught me all he knew and set me in the position I'm in," I explained.

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