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handler: vicki
age: 28
occupation: waitress
affiliation: gerard's pack
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lyrics: I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it everyday
And I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again
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delilah summers

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Apr 12 2017, 09:44 PM
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Lilah grew up in a religious, strict household. The perfect daughter, part of the perfect family. She volunteered, did charity work, baked cakes for church bake sales. She obeyed all the house rules, gave her diary over every morning, let her parents check her phone, search her room. She was compliant and kind, never murmuring a bad word.<p>

Then she grew up and saw the real world. Drinking and dancing and partying took over, all hidden from her parents of course, sneaking back in the early hours, hiding any evidence she was ever out. She enjoyed herself, seeing another version of the world that was so much more than what she was used to. Boys came in and out of her life, her parents none the wiser to her activities after dark, something she wanted to keep hidden.<p>

But then she fell pregnant, out of wedlock. she knew what her parents would say, what they would do. Conflicted, upset, confused, Lilah walked out of her baby daddy's life and went back home, forgetting he ever existed. Of course, her parents eventually found out, Lilah unable to hide the growing bump under her clothes. She was cast out, disowned and throw out. 'How dare you ruin the family name by getting pregnant. Acting like a whore on the street. Stupid girl!' She was glad to get out but sad to leave her siblings behind, the only bearable part of her life growing up. Out on her own, pregnant and penniless, she eventually found a dingy apartment and a job waitressing to pay her rent, determined to make her own way.<p>

Now living with her 4 year old daughter, Alice, she's older and a little wiser, but still out of pocket and living in a dingy, roach ridden apartment. Since being disowned by her parents, she has been working hard in her job, determined to live without their help and show them that she doesn't need them. <p>


Friends: She probably doesn't have that many friends, only a close few and some work friends. She's a little closed off since being disowned and she finds it hard to trust people, especially now she's got a little girl to look after but once she's friends with you, you've got a friend for life.<p>
Enemies: Her parents and anyone involved in her parents church are probably her only enemies. She caused the family embarrassment by having a baby out of wedlock so she's not on their Christmas card list anymore and she isn't sure what things they told her siblings when she left, but she hopes her parents haven't turned them against her.<p>
Lovers: She's had lovers in the past, when she partied hard and drank harder, all without her parents knowledge of course. She left her daughter's father when she found out she was pregnant, not even telling him before she upped and disappeared from his life. Since she's had her daughter, there has been no one, her daughter her only priority. [I will be eventually requesting her baby daddy, bc drama/plot reasons. I'm not sure if he is gonna be her final or not, so atm, her finally is open!]

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<h1>delilah m. summers</h1>
<h2>28. Werewolf. Waitress. F: Open.<a href="http://shine.b1.jcink.com/index.php?showuser=11182">thx &raquo</a></a></h2>
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A three minute wait. <p>
Toes tap nervously on the floor.<p>
Lip gnawed to the point of drawing blood.<p>
Just three minutes to wait.<p>
Watch checked constantly.<p>
two minutes, fifty seconds.<p>
Shit, shit, shit.<p>


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Memories came flooding back as Lilah sat precariously on the edge of the roll top bath, fingers white as they gripped the rim tightly, as though holding on for dear life. Bright lights, vodka on tap, music vibrating through the floor, body after body, sweaty and too close, exciting and disgusting at the same time. She didn’t remember much from that particular night, her various nights out all blending into one continuous tale of debauchery, hard to separate one night from the next. But one detail stood out.<p>
Him.<p>
She’d spied him from across the floor, through layers of false lashes, eyes hooded seductively although not intentionally. He’d caught her attention immediately, standing out from the rest of the crowd, his aura a bright light amongst the dark. It hadn’t been her intention when the night began to find someone. No, she had wanted to drink and dance and sneak home before 5am. But when she saw him, she knew then she wouldn’t be going home. Excuses were playing in her head – ‘Sorry mum, I stayed to pray with the Michaelson’s.’ or 'Mum, hope you don’t mind but I’m going to help the homeless tonight, give them food and hot tea, new blankets and sleeping bags.’ A quick text and she was free, no questions asked when good deeds where involved. Except she wasn’t being good tonight. And she was fairly certain no good deeds were going to be done when he took her hand and led her into the night.<p>

---<p>

one minute, fifty nine seconds.<p>
Leg bouncing uncontrollably.<p>
Eyes darting around the room, concentration lax.<p>
one minute, thirty seconds.<p>
Halfway through. <p>
Anxiety spreading like a fire.<p>


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She’d spent many a night with him, both wild and sweet, happy and free. She’d never felt so much happiness, yet guilt at the same time. The lying to her parents unstoppable, executed with precision and a face of an angel. They never suspected her. She was the oldest, trustworthy and reliable, subjected to less checks than the rest of the Summers’ siblings. She always felt the guilt, worming its way around her heart, but then his hand would touch her skin and it would melt away, leaving her with feelings of love and bliss. She didn’t know if she was in love, what exactly was love? But she knew she cared for him, much more than she probably should.<p>
Love, she reasoned, was a feeling someone felt when they were so entwined with another being, they couldn’t bear to be apart. Separation led to feelings of hurt and longing, of a heart being pulled at the seams. Love, to her younger self, was something that led only to marriage, a white picket fenced house, 2.5 kids and a dog. Love had been simpler back then, something to yearn for, to relish when you had it. She still wished it was simple.<p>
She lied to herself every day she was with him. She did love him, she couldn’t deny it, it was in her bones, every fibre of her being cared for him. She never told him, scared he would run away. He knew of her family, her upbringing, so she assumed he would think she would want to marry him and he would run a mile. She didn’t blame him in her daydreams, but it made her reality hopeless in a sense. She was stuck, in love with a man she couldn’t tell her feelings too. Too scared he would leave her.<p>

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one minute. Just one minute.<p>
Nails bitten to the skin, varnish chipped.<p>
Hair no longer perfect, wild and all over the place.<p>
Mascara streaked, eyes black.<p>
thirty seconds.<p>
thirty seconds to her fate.<p>
her future.
three…<p>
two…<p>
one<p>
A quick glance, shaking hands.<p>
Pregnant.<p>
Oh shit.<p>

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She didn’t know how long she sat there. Her feet were numb, curled underneath her as she sat on the cold bathroom floor. She could hear him outside, pottering around like nothing was wrong. Except everything was wrong. Her world was about to the start the process of unravelling and she knew she had to run, leave. She couldn’t bring him down, drag her into the mess she was about to find herself in. She was looking at exile, abandonment, disownment. She would be on her own, her against the world, with only the clothes on her back. What would they think? What would he think? <p>
She choked back a sob, not wanting him to hear her cry. She didn’t know if she could do it, but she had no choice. Getting up from the floor, pins and needle prickling her skin, she washed her face. Staring at herself in the mirror, she took one last look at herself, knowing that by tomorrow, that girl would no longer exist. She gripped the door handle, breathing deep and opened the door watching him in the kitchen, a sad smile on her face.<p>
Goodbye my lover.<p>

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