Losing You

happy dance

Delilah

"So, tell me about yourself. I need to know everything," he tells me. I start off telling him things people would bring up in a normal, everyday conversation.

"My name is Delilah, I am 26 years old. I run a business with my mom that does really well. I'm single, and I'm just a regular, pretty boring girl. All I do is work and go home," He gives me this look. "Stop right there. When I said I want to know everything, I meant everything, not this lame speech. I am sure you would give any stranger on the street," he says. I kind of freeze up, because I don't know this man. He technically is the stranger on the street. What else am I supposed to say to him?

"Just talk to me like you have known me forever. Here, I will start, and show you how it's done," he begins by telling me his story. He starts off by telling me that his parents died a long time ago, so that it was always just him and his siblings. He tells me what the prospect told me, but he actually goes into detail.

"My sister had this best friend, and," he scratches the back of his neck and looks a bit awkward. "I was screwing her behind my sister's back. My sister begged me never to date or hookup with any of her friends, and I didn't plan to, but this girl just wouldn't leave me alone, and I guess I saw no harm in it, but she became obsessed. I didn't want to be going behind my sister's back, so I cut it off when I realized how crazy she was getting. She got so angry. She began talking badly about my sister and spreading rumors about her. She told me she wouldn't be friends with my sister, since she was trying to control my relationships. She called my sister a b1tch for not wanting me to hook up with her friends. My sister had no idea. The whole time she thought they were best friends. This girl didn't care about my sister, at all. Anyway, my sister ended up finding out, and they got into it. It was bad, like real bad. That mistake completely ruined my life," he gets serious.

"I remember the last time I saw my sister alive. She yelled at me and told me that because I couldn't keep my d!ck in my pants, she lost her brother and her best friend all at the same time. She was devastated. I regret everything, because that led to her confronting her at a bar. They got into a fight, and that female went and got other people involved, and my sister called my brother, and he showed up to defend her, but the men they were with shot both of my siblings dead," he puts his head in his hands.

I am in tears hearing everything he went through.

"When I got the call, I was just told there was a fight, but by the time I arrived, they were both already gone. The only reason I know everything, is because another girl who was friends with both told me the whole truth. Of course, my sister's so-called best friend was not arrested, only the guys who had the guns did. I think that's why my old chapter got rid of me. They were afraid I would k1ll her and end up in jail," he says. I rub his shoulder gently, and he finally looks up at me.

"It was all my fault. I will never be able to forgive myself for what I caused. Everyone back home hates me," he says. The pain in his eyes is too much for me.

"I'm so sorry about your siblings, but it wasn't your fault," I say. I can't help but cry. I am the type of person who has really strong feelings and emotions. I swear everything gets to me. He looks sad as he wipes my tears.

"Don't cry because of me," he says. Then, stop blaming yourself. You didn't point a gun and shoot, and the ones responsible are in jail. Please stop blaming yourself," I tell him. He shakes his head. "How can you look at me like I'm not a monster?" he says. "Because you aren't one, Bryant. I just met you, and I can tell you are a great person. It wasn't your fault that someone couldn't take no for an answer, and decided to escalate things, instead of communicating like an adult," I say. He pulls me in for a hug, and I let him. I don't get any negative vibes, and I don't feel scared. I can tell he loved his siblings very much, and he wouldn't have ever purposely hurt them.

I have no idea how long we are out here, all cuddled up, but he got me to open up about my father, and I think both being so open and honest with each other has helped us both relax a bit.

I tell him how dad left without a trace, how I feel about my grandpa and my doubts about him possibly knowing something and feeling horrible for doubting him when he says he has no clue. I admit to him that it's hard for me to trust anyone, especially bikers, which is hard, because basically every man in my family is a biker. He doesn't interrupt me at all.

"I admit that our business could be bigger if mom would focus and put in the hard work so we could take on bigger clients. I literally can't do it all on my own. We don't make enough to hire help just yet. I feel like she holds me and the business back a lot, and I feel terrible for feeling this way. I could never tell her either. My dad leaving has affected her so much. I want to work extra hard so I never have to depend on a man or be scrambling, dealing with a heart break. I am also trying to be patient with her and understand her pain, but I get angry just thinking about it, and I don't want to be an angry woman. I feel like I am stuck in such a hard place, and I don't know what to do," I admit.

"You are too beautiful to be angry," he says, and I swear that makes me melt.

At the end of the night, we seem to know everything or almost everything about each other. He told me about his parents, more about his siblings, his old biker crew and his work. I opened up more about my mom and the reality of dad ditching us. We even talk about our dream lives and what we both want for the future.

"You are so strong and brave. You are smart, and I love how easy it is to talk to you. You make communicating seem easy. I have never been able to talk to anyone like this before. You listen and you don't judge. You are a breath of fresh air. I swear, you just get me, and best of all, you are such a great daughter," he brushes the hair off my face.

"Thank you for all the compliments. You are easy to talk to too, which is strange, because bikers are usually mean and closed off. They just want to have s3x with the club girls, party, drink and smoke," I say. "That's not me. Yes, I am a biker, and I admit I have had my fun, but I am so over that. Let me let you in on a little secret. I am a big nerd. I love gaming and computers, and I actually want more for myself. For once, I finally think I can have that," he says as he looks into my eyes.

My crazy brain begins over thinking, so I clear my throat. "Yes, we should all want more for ourselves. I'm just doing what I can for my mom right now. She is a little crazy, but she's the best mom in the world. People have always said my parents raised me as their little bestie since they had me as teenagers, so I guess I have tried to pick up the pieces and help her as much as I can, since now it is just me and her. Once she gets over her heartbreak, we should be good," I tell him. He nods in understanding.

"Well, you are a good daughter, and your mom is lucky to have you. You are so considerate and kind. Those are great qualities to have," he says. We might not have much in common, but we have both been deeply hurt in life, and right now those reasons have brought us together, and I feel like we might just form a friendship. "I don't normally like many people, Delilah, but I really appreciate you right now. I didn't realize how much I needed to talk to someone until right now," he tells me.

We are now seated quietly, next to each other. His leg touching mine. "Can I show you pictures of my siblings?" he asks me. "Of course," I say. He grabs my hands. "This is actually the first time I have been able to talk about them since it happened," he says and hands me his phone. I swipe through his gallery, and he tells me what each picture means to him. He even tells me what was going through his mind as he took these pictures. We are lost in our own little world that I don't even realize when my cousin walks up to us.

"Lilah, your mom is super drunk. I think it's time you called it a night," my cousin Alex tells me. He looks over at Bryant, then back at me. "Come on, I will walk you back inside," he says. I chuckle. "Alex, please. I can make it back inside on my own. Don't 4get, I am still your older cousin," I tell him. He puts his hands up and walks backwards back inside. Bryant laughs. "Your family is really overprotective," he says. "You have no idea," I tell him.

We walk back inside and mom is dancing on a table and my grandpa is trying to get her off, but she keeps dodging him. My aunt's are throwing dollar bills at her.

I shake my head. "She is drunk-drunk," I sigh.

"Delilah, where have you been? Let's grab a drink and dance," Lola shouts. "I was outside, but I am going to take my mom home now. Maybe next time," I tell her. She is already freak dancing on some guy. I don't even think she heard me.

"Hey, she looks like she had a blast. I will help you get her home safely," Bryant says. That makes me melt even more. A man trying to make sure I get home safe will always be super s3xy.

My grandparents get mom in my car, and Bryant follows us home.

He helps me take her out of the car and get her into her bedroom. "I'm sorry I am such a mess baby. I promise to get it together. I will start tomorrow. I will be the mom you deserve," mom says, and I get a knot in my throat.

I close her door and offer him a drink, but he declines.

"As much as I don't want this night to be over, I am going to let you get some rest, because I know you work tomorrow, but I need to know that you are okay first," he is so thoughtful. "I'm fine. Thank you for saving me from tonight's party. I had so much fun hanging out with you," I tell him. "Can I give you a hug?" he asks me. I nod, and he pulls me in for a hug. It is deep and feels very intimate. He takes a big sniff of my hair. "You smell so good," he says. All I can do is laugh. No-one has ever gone around smelling me before. I walk him to the door and open it. He steps out. We are now on opposite sides.

"Thank you again," I say.

"No need to thank me beautiful, I think I needed tonight more than you will ever know. I appreciate you so much. Do you think you can put your number in my phone? I am hoping I can take you out on an official date tomorrow?" he asks. "Oh, well, I am not sure if I can tomorrow. After work, we have my cousin's birthday, but maybe the following day," I tell him. He hands me his phone and I save my number in it.

"Perfect. I guess text messages will have to do until then. He grabs my face and kisses my forehead. Who does that? This man can not be real.

"Stay sweet," he says before he turns and walks to his bike. I step outside and watch him turn it on and pull out and drive away. I take a deep breath, and do a happy dance on my driveway.

I can't believe all of that just happened. Who is this man?