Please Don't Help Me

Delilahs POV

Connor gave me a look and I expected him to say something else but he just left the room. I stared at Sam and he stared at me. "Delilah I thought we were okay." Sam said. "No Sam. We were never 'okay', I told you that I was still mad at you and that it's gonna be hard to forgive you." I snapped. "But Connors right, you can't be mad at me forever. I was just trying to keep you from getting sick. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings."He explained. I felt my lip start to curl and my heart start beating faster, almost like it could break into millions of little pieces any second. Tears hid in the corners of my eyes but I fought them back. "Well Sam why don't you try to grow up in a house where you get beat for the slightest mistakes. And I make mistakes a lot....when you grow up in a house like that then you get scared a lot easier when somebody yells at you. You never know if your gonna be hit or not. It's hard. You were really scaring me in the bathroom." I said and the tears in my eyes broke loose, leaving me sniffling and shaking. He wrapped his warm arms around me. (:)Just picture the old Sam. The cute curly haired little dork that laughed at everything and was super sweet. That's the one in this story.) "I'm so sorry." He said. I didn't say anything. "You wanna know a secret that nobody else knows except for my older sister?" He asked. I nodded. "Well when we were younger, before my little brother was born, we used to get beat sometimes to. It stopped after a while but I still remember it really clearly." He confessed. (I know Sam's parents are not at all like that but just pretend. Okay? Okay.) "Oh...I'm sorry." I apologized. He shrugged. "It's okay. I'm fine. But so I just want you to know that I understand what it feels like. Your not alone." He promised. I smiled. "Your not alone either Sam. I'm sorry I overreacted. I shouldn't be acting this way and I probably should be in trouble. You can tell Connor to punish me if you want..." I said while looking down at my hands. Sam bit his lip. "Well I SHOULD tell him to, but I'm not going to because I love you." He smiled at me. "Thank you Sam! I love you to! And I forgive you." I smiled back. "So...were good?" He raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, were good." I giggled. He laughed and ruffled my hair. "You wanna go downstairs?" He asked. I shook my head. "Nah I think I'll just kinda hang out up here for tonight." I said. He gave me a thumbs up and nodded. "You want something to eat?" He asked. I pressed my lips together. "No...I'm good." I lied. "Delilah you need to eat. I don't wanna go through this again." He sighed. "No Sam I'm serious. I'm good." I lied once more. He cupped his hand around his mouth. "Connor!" He called. I slapped him on his arm. "Sam shut up!!" I whisper yelled. "Will you eat?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes. "Fine..." I grumbled. He smiled. "Yeah Sam?" Connor called back up from the bottom of the steps. I looked at Sam with a pale face and terror in my eyes. "Never mind!" He yelled. I let out a sigh of relief and then headed downstairs. The guys were already inhaling the TacoBell that they had just brought home. "You guys want some?" Ricky asked. We looked at eachother, then at the guys. "Duh!" We said in unison. Everybody laughed. We ate until there wasn't a taco left. "Delilah you should probably head on up to bed. It's been a long day." Connor told me. I looked to see that the time was only 8:15 but I was tired so I did as I was told. "Okay. Goodnight guys." I said while hugging each one of their necks. "Night." They all said together. I ran up the stairs into the bathroom. I sat down in front of the toilet and put my hair up into a ponytail. Then I opened up the toilet seat and hung my head over it. I stuck my index finger down my throat until I gagged. I did this multiple times until I had thrown up all the food I had eaten. I sighed and wiped the tears from underneath my eyes. Connors right. It has been a long day.