Summary: What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces
(The Script)
After sixteen years of separation even the most in sync friends tend to go through a battle of letting someone help them again. This seemed to be likely for these two. Delilah & Jason; once the most closest of friends. But after sixteen years apart something is bound to happen.
But it's how you try to mend the relationship and try to step back into each others lives that you know that things will be better in the end. Join me in the story of escape, rescue, and friendship with some romancing thrown in there of two souls that may need each other more than taking a breath itself.
Chapter 1: Babysteps.
The heat, feel and everything about the atmosphere was so familiar to her and it showed as she controlled the turntables. She was concentrating on making the music flow just right so everyone on the dance floor below could dance and enjoy themselves.
It’s all she ever wanted to do now although they didn’t know how bad it was hurting her to stand up there as they were free. She was anything but free.
As the song neared its close she quickly scratched the disc just in time as she layered another on top to make a different song appear. The roar of the crowd in appreciation of her masterpiece of DJ-ing only could make her smile a little bit from under the black baseball cap that adorned her head.
It wasn’t until she saw a wave of familiar curls did she stiffen and get back to work. She shook her head trying to get rid of what she was thinking. This couldn’t possibly be happening right now. She called over her friend, Mike who would be the alternate for when she needed a break. Now was more than the perfect time for her to slip out the back door and take a bit of a breather.
Once he had taken his place after setting up his computer once the last track finished playing that’s when she quickly took off for the stairs and nearly made it out the door.
“Delilah.”
She pretended to not hear him as she put her headphones on just in time for ‘Gold Gun Girls’ by Metric to blast through the speakers. She calmly shut her eyes as she calmed down trying to focus on the song.
All the gold and the
Guns in the world
Couldn’t get you off
All the gold and the
Guns in the world
Couldn’t get you off
She took the cap off her head and shook her hair a bit to let it air out a bit.
All the boys, all the
Choices in the world
I remember when we
Were gambling to win
Everybody else said�”
The song was cut off as the headphones were yanked out of her ears. She bit her lips as she opened her eyes to face the last person she wanted to see right now.
“Answer me when I call you.” His harsh voice said as she felt his warm breath hit her lips. She didn’t say a word though. She was used to his visits.
“Alice is really growing into a sexy profit.” He said a bit harsher. She had to bite her tongue in order for her not to say something that she would no doubt regret. Careful. That’s what she always had to be, whether it was for her daughter of if to protect herself in this case it was the first.
“Good. You stay quiet or she’ll be taking a quick trip to the graveyard.” He pushed her head back against the wall. She wanted to let out a scream but she held it back, even though she was in pain. “For a woman whose daughter is in a dangerous situation you don’t say much.” He held her head in a tight grip trying to get some kind of response.
The sound of the door opening broke him away from her. “It’s time for you to get back out there.” Mike muttered as he glared at the person who he knew was the cause of all Delilah’s problems.
She nodded as she slid back into safety but not before noticing those waves of locks in the distance.
So she wasn’t dreaming.
This night couldn’t have gotten any worse for her. But she got back to her pedestal and with the second half came a new chapter for everyone to indulge on.
She started off with a high energy mix of the Beatles and Avenged Sevenfold, which turned out much better than she thought it would turn out to be. Then after that she asked for her guitar as she turned it over to a soft ballad that by the expressions on some of the dancers below was really appreciated. She came just in time to mix her gentle chords on her guitar with the soft voice of Anabella, a Canadian singer who had remained hidden just until a couple of years ago.
She had taken her hat off so her light brown curly tresses were covering her eyes, not that she needed to see with the way she memorized the frets and chords but it sometimes got on her nerves. Not tonight though. She ended the song with a few more chords from her guitar before there was applause. She smiled and gave a brief nod in acknowledgement before she picked a different song.
It was nearly 3AM and she’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t tired. She wouldn’t be lying if she said that she wanted her bed.
She only had two hours left until she got to go where she wanted to be. The only problem was that she doubted that she’d get it after all that person with the curly locks was still in her view as she yawned.
Time was winding down and she was happy for it. After having a bit of a conversation with the lucky person who made it his mission to get her attention she would be heading home.
There were only a couple of people left on the floor but there were enough for someone to get lost, or lose their way. So as she made the last switch of the night between DJ’s. Not Mike this time he had already left instead it was this other guy who had just slipped through the back just a few minutes ago.
After getting a signal from Jacque, the bouncer who kept track of time before her part was done she moved away from the normal setup and after making sure that everything was squared away that’s when she went down the steps making sure to keep track of those set of curls.
It took her a maximum of five minutes to get near him and a mutter the words “follow me” in hopes that he actually would be able to hear.
He seemed to much to her surprise since the music was rather loud. She made her way out after giving Jacque a brief nod and then stopping at her car. Not getting in yet just waiting for him to make a move. When he didn’t she peered over her shoulder and saw that he was staring at her. She couldn’t blame him though; it had been a couple years, more than that actually. She turned back to her car, the one that she had since she first got her license. “You still have my number?” She reached out for the handle to the driver’s door.
“Yep.”
“Call me tomorrow, I mean later today. We can meet up.” She croaked out. Without waiting for an answer she got in her car and drove off.
*
What felt only a few minutes later the ringing of her cell phone woke her up. She groaned as she squirmed around the bed in search for the annoying device that was depriving her of much needed sleep. She finally found it at the bottom of her bed.
“What?” She answered angrily. Whoever decided to call her at 10AM, exactly five hours after she got off deserves every single ounce of anger she was dishing out right now.
“Delilah.”
“Rosen what the hell do you want?” She had the sudden urge to just press ‘end’ on her BlackBerry but decided not to for some reason.
“Open the door.”
“What the fuck do you mean?” She didn’t care that she hadn’t muttered a single sentence within the past couple minutes that didn’t have a curse word in it. If Jason had been smart he wouldn’t have called until at least after three.
“I said open the damn door.” He shot back.
“Fine.” She muttered as she pressed end and grudgingly tripped out of the bed not bothering to look in the mirror and fumbled with the locks on the door before opening the door to reveal, Jason Rosen; someone who hadn’t shown his face for almost sixteen years but decided to see her again last night. She didn’t mutter a word as he led himself past her and went toward the kitchen.
She slammed the door as she made her way to the counter and immediately grabbed the bottle of whiskey and the shot glass that was constantly next to it, everyday.
She poured her glass halfway before closing the bottle and leaning against the counter.
“Isn’t it a bit too early to drink?”
“It’s never too early anymore.” She paused as she chugged back the bourbon colored liquor. “Rosen what are you doing here?”
“To see you.”
“After sixteen years Jason?” She turned around quickly. “Sixteen damn years?” She didn’t make another move as she noticed the look in his eyes. He had removed his sunglasses.
“I’m sorry.” I could have called or visited when I was in the city but I couldn’t do it.”
“Why?” She breathed out.
“I’m still trying to figure that out.” She gripped the counter and shut her eyes as she shook her head.
“You don’t know what I’ve been through Jase.”
“But I’m sure we can talk about it.”
“Baby steps Jase, it’s not that easy to talk about.”
“I know that.” He muttered as he walked over to Delilah. “Delilah?” She looked at him.
“Hm?”
“Go get dressed.”
She gave him a confused look. “For what?”
“Just get dressed.”
“I’m not moving or getting dressed unless you’re staying.” She paused briefly. “So are you?”
He nodded. “I’m staying, I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I can make this one, well at least for a couple of months.”
When he said that it was like a spark of hope broke through the air. So she quickly pulled him into a hug, which he gratefully returned. “I missed you, Jason.”
Just like that they were starting the baby steps that would bring Delilah back to normalcy and Jason back home.
