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The last thing Delilah wanted to think about was the upcoming fight between the Cullens and the Volturi. Jolie had tried to insist on her not calling it a fight, and to refer to it as a meeting instead. However, Delilah knew the Volturi, and she also knew the Cullens. Which meant she knew there would be a fight.
And it was up to Delilah if she wanted to be there to witness it.
"Why would I want to go?" Delilah sat in between Jolie and Mabel, with Clelia sat in the single chair to the side, her feet on the table in front of her.
"I don't know, Delilah." Mabel spoke, picking the nail polish off her nails as she did so. She was already bored of this conversation.
"I mean, I don't want to see Edward's head get ripped from his body, do I? I know I dislike him, but I'd feel kinda bad."
Jolie placed a hand on Delilah's shoulder, "You sure would."
"Or would I? I've hated Edward for the longest time, wouldn't it be kind of satisfying? I feel like my soul would really be at ease then."
Clelia, who had been trying to read her book, briefly flicked her eyes up, "You should go then."
"We." Jolie quickly interjected, just so Delilah knew she wasn't alone.
"But then," Delilah wasn't even listening, "What if someone expects me to fight for them? I couldn't join either team. Who would I join? I hate the Cullens, but the Volturi aren't perfect."
"I don't know, Delilah." Mabel repeated.
"Who do I have loyalties to? Am I even a loyal person? I don't even know anymore. Surely I must-"
"-What if you saw Rosalie's head get ripped from her neck?" Mabel just wanted this conversation to be over.
"I-" Delilah couldn't help but mumble, she couldn't even form a sentence.
"Mabel!" Jolie quickly scolded, her hand rubbing Delilah's back immediately, "You don't have to answer that, Delilah."
The brunette knew she didn't, she didn't have to tell anyone anything she didn't want to. But that wasn't the problem, she would answer it if she knew how to.
Thankfully, Delilah was saved by the bell. The door bell to be specific. "I'll get it!" Delilah couldn't move quicker, she couldn't wait to get out of that room. She was in that much of a rush, that she didn't even check the peek hole when she opened the door. Fortunately it wasn't a kidnapper, "Kathryn!"
Even though neither of the girls were huggers, Delilah couldn't help but throw her arms around the girl. She'd never been so happy to see someone in her life, "Hi, Lilah." Obviously Kathryn was happy to see her friend, but hugging made her awkward, and that showed in her tone and stance.
"Don't take this as me not being happy to see you, because I'm so happy, but what are you doing here?" Delilah pulled away, holding Kathryn at arms length.
