What exactly did he expect? Especially after he admits that Delilah just killed someone and that in order to make an impression on him she should go and do the same. That’s not the same father that stayed up and cuddled her and took care of her with all of her bad dreams and all of her illnesses. That’s a psychopath and while he might have always been one he did a damn good job covering it up in front of her. Plus, it isn’t implied that he is the one that would do the killing, Delilah is clearly more then capable of doing it apparently and what is keeping her from doing so? They don’t have any bond like she and her father do.
“I can’t feel anything,” her whole brain feels detached from her head running a million miles per hour above her head, turning over ramped up thoughts, calculating, figuring, ignoring the pain, for now. The more she comes down the more it will hurt and when he leans in to kiss her fingers she flinches waiting for that stab of pain it makes her stomach roll over. She is going to be sick.
“I don’t care about her; she isn’t the one that I want.” Delilah never was, she made allowances because there is no other choice. Just like there is no other choice in this situation. She is going to punch him in the damn head because he keeps pulling shit like this. “Fine, do whatever you want then but don’t blame it on me because I said that I am not asking you to break your promise to her. You know you can’t have it all, right? That you can’t marry her and expect me to be over the moon. I’ll get over it but if you’re asking me to be nothing but smiles and fake then that’s just not going to happen. So do what you want.”
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Date: 2013-01-09 04:42 pm (UTC)“I can’t feel anything,” her whole brain feels detached from her head running a million miles per hour above her head, turning over ramped up thoughts, calculating, figuring, ignoring the pain, for now. The more she comes down the more it will hurt and when he leans in to kiss her fingers she flinches waiting for that stab of pain it makes her stomach roll over. She is going to be sick.
“I don’t care about her; she isn’t the one that I want.” Delilah never was, she made allowances because there is no other choice. Just like there is no other choice in this situation. She is going to punch him in the damn head because he keeps pulling shit like this. “Fine, do whatever you want then but don’t blame it on me because I said that I am not asking you to break your promise to her. You know you can’t have it all, right? That you can’t marry her and expect me to be over the moon. I’ll get over it but if you’re asking me to be nothing but smiles and fake then that’s just not going to happen. So do what you want.”