Uncertain

23-Lies

"Delilah, I'm talking to you." Weston snapped his fingers in front of my face. "What is going on with you?"

What was not going on with me?

My hair was falling from my head. Before I had just tried to ignore it, but now it was almost impossible. I had to wear a beanie inside and look like an idiot because it was summer. I had no one to talk about it, because for the past week I had said maybe one word to my brothers. Then my 'so called' father started haunting me in my dreams, and that's why I stopped sleeping. On top of that, I was day after day after day, trapped in some wedding shops because Abby insisted me to pick her wedding dress with her.

So, I wasn't exactly okay.

My head was aching. I had big dark bags under my eyes. I was almost bald. It was hot, (because of the beanie). I had cried all of my tears from my eyes. My heart was ripped in pieces. I was carrying a huge weight of my own thoughts on my back. I was in pain.

"Sweetheart." Weston spoke again, this time more firmly. "Wha..."

"Delilah." Abby cut Weston off, her happy and excited voice ringing inside my ears.

I had been in the backyard, kind of hiding from everyone and everything. It had failed after five calm minutes, when Weston came there, in hope to drink his morning coffee in peace, but he only found me. Then again, Abby came.

"Abby?" Weston gave his future sister-in-law a confused look. "It's 7am, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here t..."

"Ohh, Weston, thank god." Bryson walked through the glass door and collapsed to the chair next to me. "This woman is driving me crazy."

He indeed looked like a mess.

I guess I wasn't the only one who hadn't been sleeping and who had big dark bags under eyes. Bryson's hair was a huge jumble, and his face was covered with sweat. He kept pinching his nose, and his eyes remained close.

"What?" Abby placed her hands on her hips. "What do you mean I'm driving you crazy?"

Abby, on the other hand, looked like she had drunk ten energy drinks, and her face was glowing with happiness. She was wearing a nice summer dress, and her hair was curled. Basically, she looked like it was twelve o'clock, but in reality it was hardly even seven.

"She thought that it was a good idea to book a wedding dance training to six o'clock, in the fucking morning." Bryson yawned, grabbing the coffee cup from Weston's hands. "I am dying."

"He sucks at dancing." Abby said.

"Well, no shit, everyone sucks at everything when the clock is six in the morning." He commented. "You got to let me sleep, babe, or I won't marry you."

"Very funny." Abby gave him a sarcastic smile. "Our wedding is coming soon, so we need to be prepared."

"Our wedding is in January." Bryson breathed hard. "And it's fucking June."

Abby raised her hands up in surrender and sat down to the other side of me. She grabbed the coffee cup, which was originally Weston's, from Bryson's hands and took a sip.

Her calm moment ended pretty quickly, when she suddenly shot up from the chair, and grabbed her purse from the table. The coffee was now gone, because it dropped on the floor.

"Really, Abby?" Bryson brushed his hand through his hair. "Really?"

"Delilah." She ignored my halfbrother. "We have the time for a hairstylist, you know, testing some wedding hairstyles."

Bryson opened one eye, eyeing me a little.
"Why is she even up yet?"

"Trust me brother, that's what I'm trying to sort out in here." Weston commented. "She just doesn't seem to be in a talkative mood."