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Delilah was the first person awake and physically she felt like she had been hit by a truck. She carefully slid out of Emma's sleepy embrace and crept to the bathroom downstairs. After she peed and washed her hands she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so tired and she felt every bit of it. Her nightmares were relentless last night. Savannah in each one.

She looked at the hickie on her neck and tried her hardest to remember how it got there. After they left the bar the second time, her and Savannah went downstairs. Delilah remembered telling someone she wasn't interested after they asked her to play. Then she remembered feeling a little dizzy. She tried to stand up. She knows she wanted to go outside to get some air and hearing Savannah giggle but then it goes blank. Delilah hit the sink in frustration.

Did.. did Savannah... Delilah couldn't even finish the thought. She couldn't process it. Had she been.. no. Not her. Delilah self cautiously covered herself in the robe she was wearing. No no no. Nobody could have done that to her. Maybe it was just a little kissing and Savannah stopped there. There's no way it went any further. Delilah's chest started hurting and her head was buzzing with questions. It hit her. It was Savannah. She drugged her. She did this to her. For what?? To have sex with her?! They were friends. At least Delilah thought so. She sat on the floor and started to hyperventilate. Would Emma still want to be with her? Will people look at her the same when they found out? She couldn't be a victim. She wasn't anyone's victim.

Delilah's body heaved but there was nothing to throw up. Her eyes watered from gagging as she sat on the bathroom floor. Delilah started to cry. The tears started off big and heavy before they turned to mere whimpers. She felt like a shell of her former self. Delilah always felt invincible and now it was clear that she was not. Someone had broken her and maybe it was her fault. The way she dressed. How she presented herself. Her sexual appetite and approach. She did this to herself, she thought.

"How could I be so stupid?" Delilah mumbled to herself. Suddenly, the sound of a door closing and footsteps approaching dragged Delilah from her pity party. She wasn't going to let anyone see her like this. She was strong. She wasn't helpless. She stood up and splashed some water on her face and dried it quickly.

She stepped out of the bathroom and ran into Juan. "Papa?" She said confused.

He had a key to her place but never used it. Except for today. It was an emergency. He grabbed his daughter's head and examined her face closely. "Delilah. Oh my god. Who did this to you!? Hm? Tell me now." He demanded.

"Who did what, papa? What are you doing here?" She had never seen this look on her father's face. For the first in her life, he looked afraid. How did he even know?

"Who gave you that poison? Who hurt you, Delilah?" He asked again. He was trying to be delicate with her but he was in no mood. She was one thing in this world he did not play around with.

"How do you even..." Delilah's voice trailed off. Her father always had a way of keeping tabs on her. Miguel or a friend of a friend. Something. Someone. It was always a little odd, but now it was kind of suspicious.

"Dr. Bengate, your doctor from the hospital, is an associate of mine. She told me what happened. Delilah, I won't let whoever did this get away with it. I swear on your mama's grave they will pay." Juan's eyes were watering and his hands weren't as steady as usual.

Delilah felt his trembling. She could see his anger and sadness. It mirrored her own. An actual copy of the reflection she had seen only moments ago. She had only witnessed her father cry one time. She was a kid and she asked why the other kids had moms and she didn't. Her father wept before explaining her mama was in heaven.

"Papa." Delilah said. She tried to keep her voice strong, despite the natural desire to want to break down and sob in his arms. "I'm okay. See?" She said grabbing his hands.

Delilah was almost afraid to tell him Savannah's name. Cameron's words played in the back of her mind about Miguel and her family....her papa. She hated Savannah now, but she didn't want her hurt or worse.

Juan took a deep breath and nodded his head. "They won't get away with it."

Delilah had no doubt in her mind that her father would undoubtedly find Savannah with or without her help. He knew too many people. Had too many friends. Her father was likable. He was a charmer. Juan got his way by any means. All Delilah could really do was try to get ahead of it. "Savannah, but she's my... she was my friend, papa. I.. don't know what happened. I don't want her to get hurt."

Juan's eyes widened. "And you think I would hurt her? Hurt anyone, Delilah?" He asked. That cop must have gotten in her head.

"No. No. I just.. I don't think.. maybe she didn't mean to. Ya know?" Delilah was stumbling over her words. Anxiety had taken over her entire being. She heard someone coming down the steps. Juan and Delilah both looked to see Emma.

"Good morning, Emma." Juan said. He slicked back his hair and kissed Delilah on the forehead. "It'll all be okay, mija. I promise." He whispered against her head. "I need to go." He said louder. "Your tía is flying in. I need to pick her up."

"Bye, papa." Delilah said.

"Bye, Juan." Emma said. She was a little confused. She could tell she had walked in on a tense moment. With a wave of his hand he disappeared through the front door.

Emma approached Delilah and tried to kiss her but she pulled away. Delilah didn't want to be touched. It wasn't anything against Emma but she couldn't stomach it after her recent realization. It hurt Emma's feeling but she understood.

"Hey." Delilah said. She crossed her arms and subconsciously took a step away from her. "I was just going to make you guys breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"I could take care of that. You should relax." Emma suggested. She could see the mental and physical exhaustion all over Delilah's face.

"Why? I'm fine. I can do it!" Delilah snapped. She took a deep breath. She knew she had no reason to get snippy with Emma. "Please, just let me cook for you." She said nicely but she couldn't look Emma in the eye.

"Okay, babe." She said softly.

Delilah nodded and turned to walk to the kitchen. Emma watched as she walked away. She wanted to do or say something but didn't know what. It was clear that Delilah was hurting. Emma just wanted to help. She hoped Delilah would let her.