The Voice of Abuse

[Jordy.]

Welcome to Bandole

 

He thrusted many daggers into her head. She didn't scream, nor did the pain stir any motion from the rest of her body which lay neatly across a table. The man proved there to be no struggle in the penetration of the human skull as he happily inserted each sharp object like he'd done it a hundred times before. He looked very pleased and couldn't resist a large smirk, but he knew that he wasn't impaling a girl's head. Much rather a hollow box positioned where the girl's head should be, if she wasn't flexible enough to bend her head back through a large hole, cut on the surface of the table.

The audience weren't impressed.

"Amazing Orlando and His Beautiful Companion: Alexia" hadn't achieved any applauds on the night they were set to preform at the "Bandole" holiday resort. Their act compared to the 3 star rating of the place.

 

" Well what did you expect? This is what we paid for. " Isaac's mum's words came out in a supportive and lightly positive manner.

Isaac Gail, looked over to his dad at the other side of the plastic table, awaiting his response. He was staring toward the stage with disgust. He doesn't usually show a face like that, as far as Isaac had known dad throughout the 15 years of his life.

" This is what we paid for? " His voice changed from mocking to serious, " We paid for a holiday, Susan. So far we've seen crap like this, no day-time activities and get served little cups no bigger than half-a-pint for our beer. " He turned to Susan, " I want my f*cking holiday. "

" It's all we could afford, Harold, you know that. Why can't you just- at least try and enjoy yourself? "

Harold took a sip out his cup and observed the half empty amount of booze.

" I'm about ready for an early night. "

Susan gently laid a palm onto his shoulder. " I'll come with you. "

She maneuvered her head to face Isaac. " Darling, do you want to come or stay out a bit longer? "

Isaac shrugged. He loved how his mum was always so kind to him and his dad.

" I'll stay out a bit longer. Maybe some guys are over by the pool table. " By "guys" he meant "8 - 13 year olds".

Harold gulped down the remainder of his drink and steadied himself out the chair. Raising a hand as a goodnight signal to Isaac, he ventured back toward the apartments. Susan got out her chair too. " Don't come back too late. Nan-night. " Isaac watched as she rushed over to his dad.

 

Angels and Rascals

 

This place wasn't too bad for Isaac, thanks to the amount of families bringing fellow youngsters here for a fun time in Bandole, Minorca. However, relying on the resort alone for a fun time is like attending a funeral and expecting a barrel of laughs. Isaac felt a bit bad thinking negatively of the holiday. His parents really emptied their pockets to be here, perhaps that's why dad was so disappointed and mum was trying so hard to make sure they all have a good time.

Should've brought one of my mates along.

It was too late for that, Isaac had to make do with the kids here. As he reached the pool table, there were the usual suspects: Pre teens and some 8 year olds all with perfect tans and football jerseys. Over by the swimming pool, about 40 - 50 yards away from where Isaac stood, was a gang of British yobs, blaring modern rap music from their phones and shouting obscenities into the night. They consisted of white teens around Isaac's age, both male and female. One particular chav who had caught Isaac's eyes was some big, hunky loud mouth with plenty of jewellery. He seemed to be attempting to stir up a fight between him and his peers.

Isaac knew who he'd rather hang out with.

He placed a euro coin onto the rim of the pool table and rested himself onto a chair. Isaac wasn't a social outcast, he merely despised those kind of boys he had to spend the rest of his sh*tty-

Don't say that.

-the rest of his holiday with. He wasn't a goth either, just an average joe. An average joe who had been forced to hang out with high pitched voices.

Speaking of which, Fat Chris was lightly jogging toward Isaac with a smile on his face. Chris took a liking to Isaac ever since they played a game of pool together. He was the closest thing to an actual friend here. Isaac just enjoyed Chris's company because of his hyper-active attitude.

" Hey Zac! You gonna play? " He held up a euro coin in front of his delightfully chubby face.

Isaac raised a hand to dismiss the offer. " Yeah, it's alright though buddy, I've already got a coin on the table for us. "

Chris looked back as if to confirm Isaac wasn't lying, returned his gaze forward again and, with a nod, sat down on a chair beside him.

" Isaac, how long have you been here again? "

" 2 days. Still got 12 left to get through. "

Chris fell silent for a moment, making gestures with his fingers to help him calculate.

" Yeah, me too! " He grinned.

" I wish I wasn't staying for so long. This place is boring. "

Chris looked confused as he pointed to the group of yobs. " Why don't you play with them? The big one right there is called Connor and he's the same age as you. "

Connor.

" Well to be honest, Chris... " He rotated his head sideways, looking into the cafe, then took a quick look behind where the magicians had been booed off the stage. He turned back to Chris, who had frowned with curiosity. " Those kind of- "

" Ladies and Gentleman, " Isaac looked back to the stage. " on behalf of Bandole, our very own, Delilah - Wongate! " The audience were patient enough to applaud 3 or 4 claps, as she gracefully entered centre stage.

" Isaac? " Chris tapped his back lightly with a forefinger.

She held a microphone to her breasts, creasing the loose, plain blue T-shirt. Down below was a pair of jeans. Aside from the chest and her feminine arms, she could easily be mistaken for a boy.

" Hey, earth to Isaac! " His tapping became more forceful.

Her head was faced down. All Isaac could make out from this distance was a brunette ponytail. The introductory instrumentals from the song "I Dreamed A Dream" by "Les Miserables" came through the speakers, a song that earned it's place in pop culture thanks to a certain British talent show.

" Hey, guys, I think Isaac's dead. " Chris has ceased the annoying prods to gain interest out of the other children.

Her head finally lifted to face the unenthusiastic audience, revealing her looks, revealing her voice. Both were angelic.

My, god.

She held both her hands onto the microphone and stood there, legs closed together. She looked so shy, yet she gave Isaac a rush of confidence, causing his lips to part.

She's beautiful- amazing! Delilah Wongate. She looks my age too. Is she shy? I could go talk to her afterwards, yeah, show her there's no need to be so quiet when her voice is so...

A cue stick struck Isaac upon his cranium. He returned to the real world.

 

 

 

Don't know how long this will last, but unlike "Cold Passion" this won't be fitted onto a single post. It just looks more inviting to read this way.

 

Yes, my second story contains more violence against females. I use this concept because I find it to be the most horrific and yet most real. Well, new-born baby violence would be even more worse but, come on! That's just crossing the line. Whoever can look a girl into the eyes and feel the need to strike a fist deserves whatever is coming to him.

 

Which is what I hope to deliver.

 

Enjoy!

 

if it's sh*t then say so

Edited August 23, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

Pain

 

The pain blasted through Isaac's head like a fire. He clenched both hands on the spot in which he received the blow.

Chris bellowed into his ear, " Isaac! Are - You - Alive? "

He moved his palms over his ears to shield the loud, screeching voice. " No! I'm dead now that you f*cking battered my head in! Jesus! "

Crap, shouldn't swear in front of kids.

Chris sounded offended. " It wasn't me! Jake has the stick, look! I'm not holding anything! " He held out his hands to show Isaac.

Trying to block out the sounds did no good. He managed to muffle their voices a bit but he could hear Chris's every word.

And besides, I'm missing the sound of Delilah's voice.

With that thought, he quickly un-cupped his ears and rubbed the back of his vibrating head in a circular motion.

Jake stepped forward. " Sorry Zac, didn't mean to hurt you. "

Isaac got up from his seat and looked down onto his pitiful face. " Don't worry about it. "

" It was Chris's idea anyway... " He mumbled.

" Oh my god what a liar! " Chris objected.

" I said don't worry about it! " Isaac assured.

The boys playing pool on the table finally potted the black, whilst striped and solid balls were still on the table. One of them swiped a hand across the hard green surface to remove any remaining balls. Other boys listened to the clacking of the stripes and solids as they collected inside the table. An 8 year old handed a cue to Isaac.

" Your go. "

He was staring toward the stage again. However, he was aware that he may be risking another blow, so he quickly replied.

" Erm, nah, its alright, you guys can play with my euro coin if you want. "

" Are you sure? " Jake asked.

Chris snatched the cue from Jake's little hands. " I'm breaking! I'm breaking! " He cheered as he ran toward the edge of the table.

Isaac winked at Jake before walking toward the silent audience, lost in the trance that Delilah was possessing. She really did sound good, though her voice trembled slightly with each word. Anyone might assume that she was simply feeling the emotion brought by the lyrics of the song, even Isaac thought that. But another side of his mind told him that something was troubling Delilah. Shyness? He hoped so, that would make it easier to talk to her.

She looked even better when Isaac got close enough to merge with the audience remaining. She had a very light tan, which was good because it meant less chance of her being Spanish.

Geez, that would be a kick in the bollocks.

You could safely call Delilah a British girl, not just from the skin tone but from the way she chanted each word; she understood what the song meant.

Alas, she muted herself from saying anything beyond the song's final line, to allow the holiday makers to show their appreciation. At least she got more appraisal than the magicians, but none compared to Isaac's erratic clapping and whistling. People turned heads to where Isaac stood, most likely thinking:

" Arsehole, weirdo, sarcastic twat, drunk... " All heads but Delilah's were focused on Isaac. He noticed how her eyes were looking over to the area of the pool table. Before he could ask himself what she was looking at, she walked back to the drawn curtains, handed the microphone to an entertainer, exchanged a few words, then walked off the stage, out of sight.

Isaac expressed concern and followed.

Edited August 22, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

First Impressions

 

As he weaved past the tables and chairs, Isaac had to think of what to say.

He could say that he noticed her troubled looks.

No way.

Making a casual approach wouldn't be a bad idea.

" Oh hi. Hey, aren't you the girl on stage a few minutes ago? "

No. How can I make a casual approach if Im obviously following her? Great, she'll think I'm a stalker.

Then the idea hit him. Not a stalker..

A fan!

" Hey, I was watching you preform earlier and, my god, you were amazing! You're like an angel! "

Maybe don't wanna seem too obsessed.

Isaac saw Delilah up the pathway, past the rows of apartments which concealed bored-to-sleep holiday makers. Her arms appeared to be folded and her head was down.

He didn't understand why he thinks of things to say before meeting someone. He always discards them in the end and just says whatever springs to mind when the moment comes. The same applied here.

" Hey! Wait a sec! " Isaac called out. He earned Delilah's attention. She was wide eyed and confused when she turned her head sideways, before halting and spinning herself around to face him. She allowed Isaac to get closer before he spoke.

He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing the stage. " That was great what you did back there. "

She tilted her head slightly. Her green eyes glimmered in the moonlight. " Did what back there? "

Isaac chuckled. " The song you sang, I Dreamed A Dream, it was brilliant! "

Delilah looked relieved. " Oh, yeah, it was from an old musical. Susan Boyle.. "

" Oh no no no, not the song, it sucked until I heard you sing it! "

sh*t, well done Zac, she probably likes the song.

" Heh, yeah thanks, I only sang it because my mum told me to. "

Dodged a bullet.

" Your mum? "

" Don't insult me, bitch! " Isaac laughed, Delilah grinned. " Yeah, my mum. She works and has a second home here. "

As Isaac spoke, she kept looking over his shoulder. " Do you live here too or are you here for a free holiday? "

" Erm sort of, I come here to see my mum during summer and easter breaks, and spend the rest of the time back home with my dad. "

" Oh right. "

" They're divorced. "

Isaac changed to a sarcastic tone. " Oh really? I thought they just decided to live apart for a dare or something. "

She forced a giggle. Isaac felt like a dick.

" I'm sorry, it must be hard traveling back and fourth and missing out time with your friends back home. "

" No it's fine, honestly! Sorry, I was just looking- around. Yeah, it can be frustrating but Bandole is quite nice. Sometimes. "

Isaac lied. " Yeah, it is. " He spoke his feelings. " Especially when their backup performer is absolutely stunning. It was outrageous that you had to walk off like that! "

He could see a faint blush behind her tanned cheeks. " You are kind. I just had to go because.. "

Connor wrapped an arm around her shoulder and placed his hand on her right breast, gripping it. Isaac stepped back out of shock and watched Delilah let him hold her. She looked as frightened as the Delilah on stage. Using his free hand, he glided a finger from her chin and down her throat.

" ey sexy gurl, " He turned to Isaac. " who da fuks this gayboy? "

Isaac frowned. Delilah shook her head to Isaac, telling him that whatever he wanted to do to right now would not be a good idea.

" He was just asking about the song I sung. "

Connor was still glaring at Isaac, observing him. " aww u like faggit songs? go find ur bum buddeh. she dont wanna talk 2 u. " He squeezed her breast tighter " do u baby cakes? "

" No. " She gasped.

" see? so u best fuk off b4 i bang u owt pussyhole. "

Isaac could see she was holding back tears.

What should I do?

He couldn't fight Connor on the count of his thicker muscles. But he didn't want to leave her with him either.

Thankfully, no decision had to be made, as a gang of adult pals strolled past with suspecting eyes. Connor eased his hand away from Delilah's breast and acted casual.

" I'm going back to my apartment now, Connor, see you later. " She power walked around a corner. Connor wished her a good night.

Liar.

Isaac imitated Delilah and power walked, but in his own direction. He looked back and saw no Connor following him.

Shame. I feel like killing the bastard.

 

 

More to come. Please, don't hesitate to comment. I won't try and force you to and if you want to wait until the end then that's fine, but it feels like I'm writing to myself.

Edited August 22, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

Positive Thoughts

 

Bandole had done a few things right with itself. Aside from the poor stage shows, over priced drinks in undersized cups and lack of daytime activities, there were 3 swimming pools for guests to enjoy. Holiday makers went by the theory that the company who came up with the place had put all their funding into the pools and completely forgot about essentials. Rooms occupying the visitors for example did not have air conditioning. The most common transaction in the reception area was guests renting a rotating fan for 20 euros, just so they can sleep in a cool environment.

Isaac, abiding by his mother's wishes, thought positively about the apartments as he walked down each pathway. You could think of it as a cute village, but, after the incident he just witnessed with Connor, there were more important matters to think about. He couldn't get his head around it all. Connor had behaved as if Delilah was a f*cking slave. God knows what happens between the two behind closed doors.

Don't think about it.

Instead of trying to fit the puzzle pieces together himself, he put his concerns aside for the next day. Maybe he'll even run into her and they can talk again.

She's beautiful inside and out, I could've talked like that with her for days.

A corner of Isaac's mind spoke.

She belongs to Connor.

Why would she give herself away to a guy like that? Most teenage girls appear to take a fancy to boys in the chav scene, only to be disappointed when they get dumped a few days after sex. That's the problem with teenage guys; they have just one thing on their mind, only chavs have the ignorance and confidence to actually fulfill their desires.

But the whole time Isaac had admired Delilah, he never thought once about her sexually. Until that arsehole squeezed her breast. Isaac never will know what it must've been like to be in her shoes but no doubt it caused tremendous pain. It was no gentle squeeze that couples tend to do for pleasure, but definitely something that would leave a red mark where his fingers dug into.

She isn't giving herself away, something is wrong here.

He reminded himself that he gave a mental order to stop thinking about it. Just as well, he reached his apartment: number 92.

 

 

I decided to give names for each part. It's more fun for me and less dull for you.

Edited August 22, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

Mum's The Word

 

Isaac never really liked telling his parents what he gets up to with his pals, even if he had done nothing illegal. Tonight was no exception. He told himself to keep his mouth shut as he trotted up the tile-paved steps to his temporary home. As he proceeded to ring the bell, he noticed how poorly it was placed into the wall. It seems that who's ever job it was to install the bell had simply took a messy chunk out of the wall, (probably with some sort of strong hammer) screwed the nails through each hole cornered in the bell's plastic platform, and left it as it was.

This bell could represent the whole resort in a way.

Isaac had given up the positive thoughts, he just couldn't help noticing how bad the place was, not to mention how bad it must be for Delilah...

He tapped the bell once and listened to the echo of the buzz. The door open within 3 seconds. His mum squinted her eyes whilst holding the door, staring at him.

" Isaac Gail, what time do you call this? " She wasn't being serious.

" Whatever mum, I was only about 15 minutes maybe. " He objected with a small grin.

Susan smiled as her son walked inside. She shut the door and gazed at Isaac, who was leaning his young face right up to the rotating fan. She felt a sudden strike of guilt knowing that she had booked a holiday apartment with no air conditioning. When they had first entered the room, the air was humid. The fan just seems to have moved the air around.

We'll get by.

" So what did you do, then? Play pool with your little friends? "

Isaac spoke into the fan, which chopped his words making him sound extra-terrestrial. " Yeah. Pool, watched the back-up show, that's it really. "

Susan gradually walked toward the balcony to give her son time to answer the next question.

" Ah, Orlando and Alexia got sent off then. Was the back-up any better? "

Isaac paused for a second. " Erm, yeah, it was a singer. She was well good. "

Susan nodded just before she reached the balcony, where Harold sat with a cigarette. She pulled out another chair from the table and sat down.

" Isaac is back, honey. " She whispered, cautious of waking the neighbors.

Harold blew out a cloud of smoke over the edge of the balcony. He watched as it faded into the darkness. They were facing away from the ocean, all they could see during the day was a mountain, occupied with one or two houses/villas.

" What are we supposed to do tomorrow? " He refused to whisper.

Susan took a deep breath. " Well, " She sighed. " We could get up early and find ourselves some sun-beds by the pool. "

Harold looked at his book collection. He was glad he brought a stack full along. " How early? "

" I heard someone say they get their beds at 7. We can go at 6. "

He thought about it.

" Shall we do that, Harold? " She asked impatiently.

He looked out into the mountain again. " Yeah, sure. Get Isaac to bed. "

Isaac, was attempting to read his own book. Unfortunately, he couldn't immerse himself into the world the book had introduced him to. He couldn't stop thinking about Delilah.

" Have you done your teeth, sweetheart? " His mother asked.

" Yes. " He fibbed.

" Get into bed now then, we're getting up early so we can get sun-beds before everyone takes them all. " She explained.

Isaac dropped the book down to the floor, stripped out of his shirt, shorts and sandals, then pulled the thin sheet over himself. " G'night. " He groaned.

" Night. " She walked back outside.

Isaac kept thinking about Delilah as he stared into the ceiling. By doing this, he figured, he'll be able to dream about her.

He closed his eyes, and dosed off.

Edited August 23, 2009 by Jordy.

[Eminence]

More to come. Please, don't hesitate to comment. I won't try and force you to and if you want to wait until the end then that's fine, but it feels like I'm writing to myself.

A word of advice... slow down with the posting a little. People like to be drawn in by a neat first chapter. If you keep adding chapters like you have, you throw people off from the start: you make it out to be more work than it needs to be.

[Jordy.]

More to come. Please, don't hesitate to comment. I won't try and force you to and if you want to wait until the end then that's fine, but it feels like I'm writing to myself.

A word of advice... slow down with the posting a little. People like to be drawn in by a neat first chapter. If you keep adding chapters like you have, you throw people off from the start: you make it out to be more work than it needs to be.

Well if you say so..

 

The only reason I'm going quite fast anyway is because someone I know is actually interested in the story. I'm spoon feeding him, really.

[duns23]

Hey Jordy. Sorry I haven't posted but I have been following this and I'm gripped. Can't wait to find out what happens to that Connor guy. He comes across instantly and flawlessly as a complete dickwad. I must say I'm impressed at how well your characters are developed in such a short time. Keep up the good work mate

[Jordy.]

 

Hey Jordy. Sorry I haven't posted but I have been following this and I'm gripped. Can't wait to find out what happens to that Connor guy. He comes across instantly and flawlessly as a complete dickwad. I must say I'm impressed at how well your characters are developed in such a short time. Keep up the good work mate 

Aw thanks duns! Wow, judging by how many times you've posted, it's an honor to get one from you.

 

Edited August 23, 2009 by Jordy.

[greebo-man]

I'm gagging for it.

[Jordy.]

Nightmares

 

Isaac and his parents shuffled themselves down the steps, leaning against the handrail to avoid slipping on the tiles. He knew Bandole was bad, but a deathtrap? Surely this place isn't legal. Still, he was too tired to complain, even Harold, whom had been miserable upon entering the apartment on day 1. Now it was day 3.

How long had Connor been here, messing with Delilah?

Lot's of questions regarding that filthy scumbag rushed through Isaac's brain, which was still recovering from his nightmare last night. Ironically, it was about Delilah, but he wasn't sitting on a cliff by her side, looking down on the moon-lit ocean. She was in the arms of Connor. Isaac had tried to chase after them but the pair were always the same distance in front of him, no matter how fast he ran. The whole time, Delilah was shouting " No! ". Isaac felt incredibly guilty, angry and sad during the chase. He actually woke up from his horrid vision with a tear streaming down his cheek.

You're awake now. Delilah is okay.

Is she? Isaac got worried. Anything might've happened after he walked away. Approaching the pool area, the family stood dead in their tracks to spectate the young girl laying out sun-beds.

" Are we allowed to be here? " Susan spoke under her breath.

Harold nodded to an elderly couple, leisurely relaxing in the faint darkness. It wasn't pitch black at this time, just light enough to see a facial expression from the shallow end to a deep end of the pool.

Light enough for Isaac to recognize the girl organizing the sun-beds.

" I'm gonna see if that girl needs some help. " He announced.

" Okay honey, " Susan pointed to a spot under an umbrella. " We'll just be over there. "

He thanked his mum and paced himself over to Delilah. As she bent forward to pick up another bed, she looked up, managing a quick smile before looking back down again. She wore another plain coloured T-shirt, but with a beige, short skirt this time. Isaac positioned himself next to another stack.

" Morning. Want some help? "

She lifted another bed from the pile and lowered it beside her. She sighed. " You don't have to. "

" I want to. "

Delilah understood half of why Isaac was offering his assistance.

She knew he wanted to find out more about last night.

She didn't know that Isaac was simply mad about her.

Gripping the underside of one edge of the bed she put down, she eyed Isaac. " Alright, help me carry this over there so I don't have to drag it and make noise. "

Isaac walked to the opposite end of the bed, took hold, and lifted. They slowly worked together, edging their way around the pool.

" What's your name? Don't think I caught it. " Delilah asked.

" Isaac Gail. " He wanted to let her know he was aware of her full name too, but considering he only heard it once from the show announcer, he didn't want to come across as obsessive.

She made a deliberate frown, a gesture of saying 'Not bad'. The conversation nearly ended until Isaac quickly broke the silence.

" So what was with Connor last night? "

Delilah laid her end of the bed down before reaching the spot she had indicated. Isaac lowered his side too, allowing Delilah to sit down. He eased himself down on the other end with open ears.

" He came here about 3 days ago. " She began. " I was standing by the bar waiting for a Slush Puppy when he leaned over my shoulder. I turned and saw his face, he was pulling off some goofy look that, at the time, I found really funny. So we got our drinks and talked for a while. He wasn't exactly charming, though. "

" How you mean? "

" Well, right off the bat, he was behaving like some hoody you see at a street corner in England. Loud, swearing, calling me sexy and all that. Then he, asked me out. "

" You didn't- "

" No of course not. But he didn't take too kindly to that I suppose. " She gave a hurtful chuckle.

" What did he, do? It's fine if you don't want to answer that. "

" Well, I've gone this far. Besides, its nice to finally tell someone. " Her head suddenly spun round to Isaac. " Please don't tell anyone about this, especially not Connor please. " She was frightened beyond belief and addressed him with a louder tone of voice.

" Hey, hey, of course I won't tell anyone. Why would I? " Isaac proclaimed.

" Suppose. " Her eyes drifted to the ground.

" Besides, we're friends. We don't tell anyone our secrets. "

She looked at Isaac again. He smiled, she returned a crooked smile. " Thanks. But yeah, after I rejected him, he didn't say anything. He just sat there and looked hurt. I almost felt sorry for him but it was really uncomfortable sitting there with him. So I says: 'See you later.' and walked away. As I got to my room, I buzzed the door to see if anyone was in, but no one answered so I got my swipe card out and opened the door. Then... " She grimaced.

" It's okay, you don't have to- "

" He was behind me the whole time. " She blurted. " He waited 'til I opened the door then pushed me in. My face hit the floor and my nose was bleeding. He slammed the door shut and stepped by me. Then he picked me up by the shoulders and slammed me against the wall. Then he had my neck in one of his hands and the other was...in my pants. "

Isaac couldn't believe what he was hearing.

" He said to me 'ur my girl bitch'. I wasn't thinking straight, I slapped him around the face. It was stupid to do that, he got more angry. He knee'd me in the stomach. I was too busy choking to stop him from ripping down my top. He yanked my bra off too and started licking and mashing his head in there, then I felt his fingers claw into me and I couldn't scream because I was choking still. " She paused.

" My god. " Isaac gasped. " Did he, he didn't, did he? "

She was looking down as she shook her head. " No, he didn't at that moment, no. Well, no. Not then. He let go and let me fall to the ground. He said something about me being his 'girl' for the rest of the holiday otherwise he'll hurt me again. When he walked out the door, he said 'Connor, remember tha name' then he walked out, and I cried. "

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Isaac wanted to hug her but after hearing about all the touching Connor laid onto her, he deemed it inappropriate.

" I'm so sorry Delilah, really. "

" You've got nothing to be sorry for Isaac. "

" It's just so awful, I don't know what to say. "

" Its okay, I think I can manage the remainder of his holiday until he leaves. 2 weeks. "

Same as me.

" You don't have to put up with this. You're very brave for telling me all that, surely we can solve this problem. "

She held her hands out. " How? "

Isaac didn't know exactly, but he was determined to do something.

" I'll think of something, promise. "

" I don't want you getting hurt. "

Isaac's heart melted upon hearing that. " Don't worry about me, better he lays a fist into me than you. "

Delilah looked intrigued. " Why? "

Isaac inhaled a lung-full of air without making a sound.

Should I admit my feelings?

Instead, he came out with, " If a guy has a problem, he should never take it out on a girl. And let me tell you, I have a problem with Connor and I'm sure as hell gonna take it out on him. " He said clenching his fists.

She held a hand onto Isaac's arm. " Don't risk yourself to him because of me. I'll be fine as long as I do what he says. I appreciate your care and I think you're a lovely guy, it would be devastating if he got you into hospital. "

She scanned the area. People were walking toward the pool with towels and bags, expecting sun-beds.

" I gotta get back to work. Your parents are over their waiting for you, you'd better go see them. "

Isaac hesitantly rose from the bed, he looked down at Delilah, who was using her hand to straighten her hair and check for any tears. " Alright, see you in a bit. " He said. She stood up too, about to walk over to the stack for another bed. " Are you sure you'll be okay? "

She gave a moment's silence before answering. " Yeah. I'll be fine. See you soon. " She continued walking.

Isaac could see she would not be fine. No one wants to live in fear and under control of another person.

He wasn't prepared to let Connor have his way with her. Swearing under god's name, he vowed to put an end to her misery.

Wether I wind up in hospital or not.

Edited August 23, 2009 by Jordy.

[greebo-man]

Fantastic.

 

more please.

[Jordy.]

Fantastic.

 

more please.

Haha, maybe later on today.

[Jordy.]

The Things You Say...

 

" I'll be fine. "

" I think you're a lovely guy, it would be devastating if he got you into hospital. "

" Well, no. Not then. "

Delilah's words were bundled into a cloud, polluting Isaac's mind. He liked to break down the things people say and ask questions to answer himself. Of course, if he had nothing better to do. With it being Bandole, he had 11 days of thinking time, amongst other things he promised to do.

What did she mean when she replied " Not then. "? Oh, Jesus.

The thought suddenly struck Isaac, apparently not aware of it earlier. Connor was violating Delilah and robbing her of her virginity. He felt sick.

My Delilah. He's taken my precious Delilah.

A heat of outrage burned through him. A darker side to Isaac's mind spoke jealousy.

I should be having her.

Oh my god.

He suddenly became disgusted at himself for thinking of her that way. The teenage hormones were to blame, that was his sexual desires speaking, not his heart. Isaac never really thought much of girls back at home. He'd go for the pretty ones who hadn't submitted themselves to the chav scene and not take their personality into consideration. The ones who he did look beyond attractiveness turned out to be his friends but nothing more. None of them were like Delilah though. She had a remarkable singing talent, natural beauty and he was himself interested in everything she said and even found her amusing at times.

She was pure perfection. A perfection that Connor had got his vile hands onto.

He knee'd her in the stomach and made her nose bleed. He's a f*cking heartless monster.

Time went by as the sun revealed itself from behind the apartments surrounding the pool. Isaac put his thoughts to rest as he finally gained the mental strength to read one of his novels. Fat Chris, intentionally, had to suck him out of the world which revolved around a Mafia crime family, just as Isaac was getting into it. Chris strolled toward the Gail family and leveled himself by Isaac's bedside with that cheeky grin of his, showing off white teeth.

" Hey Zac. " He looked at the book. " Whatcha readin'? "

Isaac took a look at Chris before pretending to finish the chapter he was on. " Hi. You won't be interested, it's about a Mafia boss trying to get some policemen to do dodgy things for him. " He explained. Quite an original story-line actually, but Chris most likely didn't care.

He slowly nodded his head, the cheeky smile remaining. " Do you wanna go shops? Outside? "

So that was what he came here for. By "outside" Isaac assumed me meant outside the resort. Funny, he'd been here 3 days, moaned about how boring it is and not yet had he and his family explored the area. He could use some time with Fat Chris to take the mind off things for a while.

" Erm.. Mum? Dad? " He turned over to them. Harold was sleeping so Susan took the decision into her own hands.

" That's fine by me, sweetie. Chris, are your parents okay with you going out? "

Chris nodded frantically. " Thanks Misses Gail. Come on Zac, lets go! " He was tugging at Isaac's arm.

He chuckled. " Alright, alright! " Marking the page he left off and placing the book under the bed, he followed Chris towards reception.

Edited August 23, 2009 by Jordy.

[duns23]

I love this. I'm seriously gripped. Keep it up

[Jordy.]

No Escape

 

" So what do you plan to do exactly? " Isaac questioned.

Fat Chris was too busy edging his way between the new crowd of people waiting in reception for their apartment swipe cards.

Poor guys will want to give the cards back soon.

As they stepped out the main entrance, Chris answered.

" Dunno. Shops? " He suggested.

" Up to you Chris. " Isaac really didn't care, he just wanted to be outside the premises and for just a little while, forget about Connor and the horrific way he treated Delilah.

" Well erm... " Chris tapped his chin, thinking. " We can go shops and get sweets! Er, if you want.. "

Isaac said what Chris blatantly wanted to hear. " Yeah, thats fine, lets go get some chocolate or something. "

If he ever had a child of his own, Isaac would never let him/her grow out like Fat Chris. So why encourage him to get sweets from the shops when he is Isaac's responsibility?

He's not my problem, his parents are to blame.

Now that the conscience was clear, Isaac could leisurely enjoy the walk down the pink-tile-paved path down a not-so-busy street. Unlike England, Minorca wasn't a place that suffered traffic (which was good news for travelers, they didn't have to sit in the heat for so long). However, there were an awful lot of parked cars, varying from Opels to White vans. All of them were filthy and graffiti'd with classic phrases such as "clean me". Then again, what with the weather, water was something to be drank, not wasted on a car which would just get dirty again.

Chris tugged Isaac's shirt and pointed to a small supermarket. " Look! It says ASDA! "

Indeed it did. It also said " Best-Buy " and " Tesco " all their logos were plastered onto this one store.

" Haha I don't think that place is a real ASDA. " Isaac chuckled.

" Lets go get sweets from them. "

" Hang on, let's look around some more first, there might be chocolate factory or something. " Isaac knew it not to be true, he just wanted more time exploring.

" Oh my god, if there is, I'm gonna swim in a pool of melted Galaxy! "

They laughed and put their legs back into gear.

The buildings were small and pleasant. They all sported white paint whilst the poorer houses revealed some red bricks. All the roofs looked the same too; they had the same slanted tiles laid out. Hell, Bandole was like a tumour in this area. It was saddening to know that such a delightful location was wasted on by the resort and it's yellow apartments.

There was a wide selection of shops. From markets to restaurants, tat shops to sex shops. Speaking of which, Minorca certainly wasn't shy about leaving signs in the street pointing the direction to the nearest smut port. If this was in the U.K, outrage would definitely ensue.

Isaac was interrupted from absorbing the surroundings when Chris spoke.

" Zac, do you fancy anyone? "

Oh for f*ck's sake.

" Go on, you can tell me! Promise I won't tell no one. "

" To be honest, I just don't want to tell you. " Isaac grumbled.

That cheeky grin, it had come into play. " Whyyyyy? Is she ugly? "

" No. "

" So why won't you tell me? Is it because you're gayyy? " Isaac was surprised to hear him say that. Kids learn about these things early nowadays.

" No! "

" Then tell me! "

So much for taking the mind off things...

" Alright, fine. You probably don't know her though. "

" Don't care. " He almost snapped that remark. Obviously, he was getting impatient.

Isaac slumped onto the nearest bench. Chris sat beside him, staring, waiting for what was to come.

" There is this girl, "

" Duhh. " Chris groaned.

" Who is at where we're staying. "

" Oooh, what's her name? "

" Delilah Wongate. " Isaac smiled.

" Is she hot? " He grinned again.

" Very good looking, yes. " His heart warmed when her image appeared in his mind. The Delilah he spoke to just after the show. " She has gorgeous green eyes and brown hair. Her cheeks sure look smooth. "

Chris pointed a thumb to his chest. " I like blondes. "

Typical.

Isaac explained to Chris, " It's not all about the looks you know. Maybe if you just want to- "

Go on, he's aware of gays, so why not?

" -if you just want to have sex with the girl, like most boys my age. " He almost said 'Boys like Connor'.

" My age too. " Chris laughed.

" Yeah, well anyway. From our conversations so far, she seems like a great person. She has a sense of humor but doesn't try hard to be funny all the time. She's also very caring. "

" I don't want you getting hurt. "

Isaac tilted his head with eyes half closed, smiling at her comment.

" Have you asked her out? " Chris sure had a habit of removing Isaac from his dream world.

" No. "

" Why not? "

Connor, that's why. " She'll just say no. "

" Just ask her. " He rolled his eyes.

" No Chris, I don't want her to say to my face that she doesn't like me back. It would be unbearable and very upsetting. "

" Oh. " He sounded sorry for asking.

" Never mind. Why did you ask anyway? "

Chris shrugged. " Dunno, just trying to get you to talk. "

" Well alright. Anything else you wanna talk about? "

Chris looked down at his feet, then at Isaac. " How do you masturbate? " He asked in a hushed voice.

" You know, Chris, you shouldn't have to be thinking about that at your age. "

God, I sound like a father.

" Look, lets walk around that corner, there might be more shops. Come on. " Isaac stood up.

Chris looked to the end of the road and saw a turning, leading to possibly more stores. They both walked without exchanging words. Isaac must have really got through to Chris, and in such a short space of time too. Teaching Chris about love made Isaac feel grateful for meeting Delilah. He wouldn't have said such words if she hadn't touched his heart. Delilah's heart would remain untouched as long as Connor is around though. He would have to be out of the picture before Isaac could spend quality time with Delilah.

He wasn't out of the picture yet, that's for sure.

Isaac knew that because Connor had been hanging out around the very same street him and Chris had just turned into.

 

 

 

Lot's of dialogue. Hope you can cope.

Edited August 26, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

Confrontation

 

Chris looked at Isaac's arm, stretched out before him like a barrier. He looked straight ahead and recognized Connor, who appeared to be sitting on a wall, speaking louder than average speaking volume as usual to his "friends". Isaac didn't know if they were his mates, or just more victims of his threats. Chris didn't see the need to stand still and pushed Isaac's arm aside.

" That's Connor, he was at the pool... "

Isaac hammered Chris's shoulder with a hand. " I know, sush. " He whispered.

He got a good look around him before planning out his next move. " We'll go back to ASDA, or Tesco, or whatever. Lets go. "

Isaac turned about 90 degrees before Chris held his arm. " Why do we have to go back? Look, I can see a sweet shop just down there! " If he spoke any louder, Isaac worried, he'd attract the attention of Connor and the gang. He may have had half a mind to step over toward him and have a crack at knocking all his teeth out, but Isaac could tell he wasn't physically strong enough to fight a tough guy like Connor.

" Chris, do we have to? " Isaac kept getting quick glimpses of Connor to make sure he wasn't noticed. He looked really paranoid.

" What's wrong with you Zac? And you said you'd take me to a sweet shop so there! " Chris folded his arms in triumph.

Isaac rolled his eyes, mouthed the word 'Fine' and crossed the road with Chris. At least now they were at the opposite side of where Connor was planted onto a wall. The other yobs were blocking his line of sight; there was no way he could see Isaac walk by.

But he could still hear over the sound of his obnoxious voice.

" Hi Connor! " Chris blurted.

sh*t sh*t sh*t...

The boys stepped aside, giving Connor the opportunity to notice who called his name.

Wait, why do I want to avoid him? I have a few things to say to that guy.

Connor laughed and got up from the wall.

I'm in no shape to fight him, that's why.

" yo chris, y ya hangin owt with faggit boy? " Connor called out. The boys forced laughs.

He's a chav, he speaks with his fists, not his brain.

Chris laughed too, obviously unaware that Connor was trying to start something up between himself and Isaac. He walked across the road. A car had to brake just a yard ahead so to not run him down.

If only the driver knew better.

Connor came face-to-face with Isaac. Quite literally. Isaac could smell his breath. He didn't shake or show any sign of weakness, neither did Connor.

" u best not av bin seeing mah gurl agen bled. " He was no longer loud and immature, his voice hushed a seriousness to it.

My girl.

" She's not your girl. " He replied, keeping his nerve.

" ooooooo sez who? "

" You don't own her so she's not your girl. "

Connor stepped forward. Isaac stepped back. " u've bin speakin to her aint ya? " He became more aggressive. " go find sum otha sket. im f*ckin dis wun. "

Isaac's nerve boiled. " You f*cking piece of sh*t! You don't care about her, you're just abusing her. Why Delilah, huh? "

Connor just laughed harshly.

" Well?! "

He held his arms and grinned as he spoke. " cuz she's f*ckin fit man! and she cant resist meh! "

Isaac held back his words. He didn't want to get Delilah into trouble for telling him about what Connor really did.

Chris, was terrified. He knew this wasn't play talk and felt awkward and frightened standing by all this.

" Err, Z-Zac? L-lets go back now, I don't want sweets anymore. " He trembled.

Connor laughed in Isaac's face. " ye, go on, " He pushed Isaac on his chest, causing him to take another step back. " go back home an jak off sum more. and stay the fuk away from mah bitch, or i'll make u my bitch, get meh? "

Isaac glued his stare onto Connor like he did throughout the confrontation as he stepped aside. Chris stood and let Isaac walk past him. He looked up at Connor's acne-ridden face.

" wot u waitin 4 tubby muncher? follow the faggit. " He ordered, talking as if conversing with a 3 year old.

Chris made no mouth movements and walked alongside Isaac, who was already around the corner. Chris noticed how he was looking at his feet, with a disfigured look about him.

" I don't like Connor now. " Chris grumbled. " What did he mean about staying away from a bitch? "

" stay the fuk away from mah bitch, or i'll make u my bitch, get meh? "

Make a bitch out of me, huh? Is that the best he can do?

" It doesn't matter what he said. " Isaac murmured. " If the only risk is that I get a little beat up, then who gives a damn if I don't do as he says. "

Chris didn't say anything, he instead waited for Isaac to elaborate in more detail or accept that no more words shall be spoken of the dilemma.

Isaac was determined not to be pushed around by that turd.

His desire to spend time with Delilah was now not just built upon by love and interest, but as a way of fighting Connor. Hitting where it hurts most by disobeying his orders, being with someone who he considers his and ignoring the petty threats. He would feel powerless.

And all I have to do is have Connor inflict injuries on me as a cost for seeing Delilah? Hell, she's worth a black eye or two.

Tonight, Isaac would ask out Delilah and show her the time of her life.

Edited August 26, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

This may have to be put on hold for about day or 3.

 

Don't threat, I won't forget about it, I enjoy making this and even the friends I've shown it to have taken an interest, so don't you forget about this story either!

 

Thanks for your support guys.

 

Now would be a good time for criticism if you have any.

Edited August 28, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

Lunch Break

 

Stepping down another slippery surfaced set of steps, Isaac and his parents looked across the dining room. Did this place have some kind of fascination with hazardous stairs? It must be their attempts at bringing excitement to the guests; the excitement of trying not to die. Thankfully, there was handrails. As they survived the last few steps, they walked along down the isle in which everyone waited for their buffet. Scanning the food, Isaac knew he would have to eat the same thing once again: chip cob. They served their relatively decent chips everyday for those who have dared try the other food, offering a wide selection of bone riddled meat and raw vegetables. Sitting down at a table, Harold contemplated the buffet.

" This is ridiculous. " He spoke to Susan in a harsh tone.

Susan ignored him and arranged her knife and fork, leaving a gap between the silver for her 'food'. " Isaac, what drink would you like? "

Isaac looked over to the liquid dispenser. Fanta, Coca Cola and soda were labelled correctly above each of the designated taps.

" I'm not thirsty, thanks. " He wasn't hungry either, he decided, this time would be to spend thinking about tonight. " I'm not hungry either. "

Susan gave a friendly glare at her son. " You'll at least have something to drink, I won't have you dehydrating. "

" I'd rather dehydrate and die right now... " Harold grumbled with his head resting firmly on his hand. Susan slapped his arm, like a mother would do to a toddler as if to say " Stop it ".

" I'll have water then please, mum. " Isaac kindly requested.

Susan stepped out of her chair and made her way to the other end of the room, toward the dispensers. There was a moment's silence between Isaac and his dad, until sympathetic words were spoke.

" I'm sorry for being like this kiddo. " Harold admitted. " This holiday is for you to have some fun anyway, me and your mum are only here to relax. Just didn't think it'd be this boring or that the resort would be this....dysfunctional. "

Isaac nodded.

" Are you enjoying it here? " Harold asked.

The answer to that question is more complicated then his dad would ever realize. " I guess so, I have other people to hang out with at least. "

" At least "? The poor kid is trying to look at the bright side of things. God, this must be bad for him.

" Yeah, well we'll try and make the best of it. " Harold said assuringly.

Mother returned with the drinks. She carefully placed them down.

" Are you getting something to eat? " Asking Harold.

He nodded and stood up, following Susan to the end of the buffet queue.

Isaac laid his chin upon his knuckles for support as his eyes roamed the room. Families were everywhere, like most resorts in Minorca or Spain, each with little ones who would cry and scream.

Why do they have to bother bringing them abroad?

There were hardly any boys around his age here aside from Connor who didn't seem to be in the cafeteria at this moment. Girls however were here, most accompanied by friends brought along with them. Isaac noticed one girl who appeared alone. She kept looking in Isaac's direction. He knew he wasn't attractive so it must be because she's looking for a friend. A common rule amongst teenagers is that the boy must smile upon eye contact first, unless the girl is really gagging for the guy.

What a stupid rule.

The next time their gazes met, Isaac struggled and succeeded a smile. She returned a little raise of the lips and looked away. She never looked back either.

Why look interested if she isn't?! Bloody hell.

Then he suddenly felt guilty. He was supposed to be planning out the date with Delilah tonight, not thinking over some other person he doesn't even know. She doesn't look like the kind of person to be friends with anyway; too dull.

So focus.

" Isaac, I know you're not hungry but could you try this squid for me please honey? " Susan asked. " I want to see if you like it or not. "

Focus later...

[Jordy.]

Focus

 

Such a small place, yet such a small amount of luck finding her. Delilah must've been helping tonight's show performers get set up (or preparing to replace it). So perhaps she was in her apartment. Couldn't be backstage, Isaac had stealth maneuvered his way in and out of behind the curtains already, what had shocked him was how pathetic the room was, just a DJ's desk and a few cupboards. Yes, he was still listing the things in need of improvement in Bandole, though this time Isaac had put those thoughts to one side of his mind whilst he thinks about the asking and planning of the date.

Which may not happen.

It was true, as haunting as it was. Isaac knew he couldn't get too carried away, but what would he do if she rejected his offer? He pulled up a white, plastic chair under the canapé, walking around in the blazing sun didn't help Isaac think too well. With elbows leaning upon each arm rest, he sank into his mind.

I need to ensure that rejection won't be an option for her, but how? Ah, of course! Instead of being upfront and asking right away, just get into conversation, remind her that I'm not a bad person, then she'll feel less reluctant to spend a night with me!

Feeling more comfortable and confident, He looked around as if she would appear at this moment. She didn't.

The date. What will we do? Well places of interest include the takeaway bars and nightclubs. Wait, there aren't any clubs around here. f*ck. Ah, the beach! Watch the moonlight twinkle on the sea surface... Great for... Making a move.... No, I shan't, it wouldn't be right at all. And besides, all I need to do is hang out with her to prove to Connor I don't give a sh*t. But I want to actually be with Delilah. Fat chance. Why? She may fall for me too. What do I have to give her? I don't f*cking abuse her for starters....

His mind crumbled with doubt, reassurance and personal desires. He had to get it together before speaking to Delilah, whom was facing toward the floor as she walked past the stage. Isaac nearly darted out his chair. Instead, he set his mind straight, relaxed, and- smiled. Smiled as Delilah was already approaching him.

 

 

Very small segment. I just didn't want to merge this with the next part.

[Jordy.]

Where It Hurts Most

 

The green vest looked wonderful on her. It glowed in in the sun just before the canapé's shade showered her. It didn't show too much skin either, luckily for Isaac who was easily distracted by cleavage, like any other male. Besides, he got pleasure just out of staring into those eyes. Today, they glimmered, even out of the sunlight. She must be in a good mood.

Well, that helps.

She sat down beside Isaac, crossed her arms onto the table and playfully poised her chin onto her overlapping wrists.

" Whatcha doing all alone you saddo? " She teased.

Isaac felt his stomach plunge as he made an uncontrollable grin. " Hey, I'm not a saddo! And nice to see you too. "

" Hmm. " She retained her childish smile as she straightened herself back into the chair.

He didn't know wether to ask why she's so happy.

Best to keep things casual.

" What did you get up to after laying out the sun-beds then? " Isaac felt like an idiot for reminding himself, and possibly Delilah, of this morning.

She blew out a lung full of air then breathed it back in again. " Urhm, just went home, got changed, came out, got breakfast, helped tonight's show unload their stuff from a bus.. ehhh, that's it really. "

" What show's on tonight? " He said, acting like he cared.

She shrugged. " Just some 'Beatles' impersonators. " Nodded her head, " They quite good actually. "

" Aw, guess we won't be hearing you sing tonight. "

Smiling and staring away whilst facing Isaac, she said, " Nahh. "

" But, then again, you wouldn't want to stay here every night would ya. I know I wouldn't. "

" I don't mind actually, I love singing! Sometimes I like to think there's a record producer in the audience who'll sweep me off to Hollywood. "

Isaac retrained from making a gag about how anyone from Hollywood would never be seen in a place like this.

" I'm sure if you belt out a song loud enough, Hollywood itself would hear you and come-a-running! "

She laughed for a second or two before driftin into silence. Isaac changed topics.

" Why the happy tone today then eh? "

She went wide eyed for a moment and lost her smile. " ...Connor is away today. Dunno what he's doing but he isn't here. "

Shouldn't have asked...

He slowly nodded. He needed to steer away from mentioning that guy. " What will you do for the rest of today then? "

Sighing again, she tapped her fingernails on the table. " Dunno. Nothing I guess. "

Nearly there.

" Don't you have anyone to hang out with? All I got is little kids like Fat Chris! "

She chuckled. " D'aww don't call him that! " She straightened her ponytail. " Not really, everyone here this week is a bit crap to be honest. " Her hand quickly glided across the table toward Isaac, " Not you I mean! "

" Gee thanks! I have to agree though, they are all crap. " He mimicked Delilah's hand movement. " Not you I mean! "

They both laughed. " Yeah alright, alright! " She said.

Ask her now!!

" Hey, I'm not doing anything tonight either. " Delilah tilted her head slightly. " Do you wanna go out? Go do something? You don't have to, just.. "

" Yeah yeah, sure. Why not? Erm, how does 9pm sound? "

It never sounded better coming from anyone else's mouth.

" Great! " He made himself look obvious that he was over-joyed.

Delilah looked amused by him. " Meet at reception, yeah? "

" Sure, sure! " He was ecstatic.

Calm the hell down Isaac.

" Why are you so exited?! " She asked with concern, smiling.

" Oh, I've just been really bored recently, and it's nice to finally hang out with someone my age. Fat Chris just doesn't cut it. "

She laughed until she noticed the time on her watch. " I'd better get going. " She got up and waved. " See you soon Isaac! "

As she walked away, Isaac listened to the thumping of his warm heart.

It's safe to say "Mission Accomplished".

 

 

[Jordy.]

Sorry for yet another delay guys...

 

Just personal issues and social life gotta come first, y'know?

 

Edited September 12, 2009 by Jordy.

[Jordy.]

The Other Side

 

Delilah straightened her hair as she walked through the door of the most luxurious apartment in Bandole. Well, at least you could call it that when comparing with the guest housings. It was not surprising that the employees of the establishment get more appealing rooms to sleep in, something had to make up for the poor payments they receive. Unfortunately, it didn't make up for the sheer sorrow the resort brought upon Delilah. She had never dealt with any guy like Connor before. She's had her share of horny boys flirting and trying it on but at least they didn't harm her when she turned them down.

Isaac hasn't attempted anything on me...

Stepping through the front door was always a flashback waiting to happen. Ever since her first attack, Delilah grew a habit of looking behind her before and after she shuts the door, not that would do any good. Even if he was waiting behind her again, she certainly couldn't do anything to stop another push into the wall, or worse. The paranoia was visible in Delilah's movements. The way she discretely shivered and frantically looked behind herself would let any fool notice she was worried. Of course, today, Connor was out, so Delilah had no need to go through all this, but she did.

Isaac isn't far, he wouldn't let Connor near me...

Closing the door with both hands made her feel as though the door would become harder to break through. She knew very well this wasn't true, but any kind of safe thoughts helped her cope. Placing the swipe card onto a desk, Delilah stepped over to the wardrobe to pick out a new set of clothes. Opening the doors revealed shirts and the odd vests lined up neatly along the rack. People always criticized her for the way she dressed. Anyone who she got to know would make some sort of comment about the boy's T-shirts.

Isaac hasn't said anything, he's real nice...

Delilah couldn't understand why she kept thinking about him. They've only known each other for about a day and yet she's opened up about Connor and agreed to a date.

It's not a date, we're just pals.

Yeah, sure.

Perhaps Isaac isn't so decent at all and only seems good in comparison to Connor. She couldn't help thinking up all these excuses not to like Isaac in any passionate sense, it just didn't feel right to be feeling this way. Why, if Connor were to find out she was going on a date..

He won't because he's out.

Relieved, Delilah sat back onto the bed and stared into the open wardrobe. She suddenly realized she had no idea what she was doing. The date. Or should it be called a meeting? Who knows, that was Delilah's decision, Isaac made his own. The fact that he had only been in her life for just over a night was awkward for her, she felt so easy agreeing to go out with him, she wasn't like that at all. Something made her say yes.

Isaac is special, I can see something that can grow between us.

She got up whilst smiling and reached into the stack of clothes, picking out whatever she felt like wearing for the date.

[greebo-man]

Come on, where the hell is my story? Whatchu playin at booth.

[greebo-man]

Gimme some f*cking story, bitch

[Cashy]

Gimme some f*cking story, bitch

greenbo-man, you might wanna give the kid a break. He'll do it when hes ready. Untill then, give him some piece.

[chennaz321]

I've gotta admit i'm anticipating the next segment. Great so far and I was just wodering is it always going to be switching between Issac and Delilah or was this chapter just a one-off?

[chennaz321]

Sorry double post.

[Jordy.]

Sorry guys, I should've realized that being 15 years old isn't the best time for making a long-lasting series like this; so much going on, commitments, school etc.

 

If you're interested in how this would've ended, then read on:

 

The date goes really well, Isaac and Delilah bond strongly, exchange home addresses and share a kiss when they say goodnight. However, knocking on Delilah's door the next day, Isaac finds out that Connor knew about the date and had beaten Delilah for it. Discovering he's under threat, Isaac decides to build his confidence and put up a fight with Connor, too bad his parents had arranged to leave for England early due to the sheer disappointment that is Bandoli. Isaac had to make a move now and spend the rest of his short time with Delilah as best he can. Isaac informs her about this and Connor shows up with his "pals". They throw punches at Isaac then take Delilah away somewhere for what Isaac suspects to be sexual and physical abuse. After regaining consciousness, he cleans himself up before running toward the main entrance of the site. On the way, he is stopped by his parents and ordered to let Fat Chris hang out with him and be a good friend (parents...). Despite attempts to refuse, he gives up and lets Chris tag along. Isaac fills Chris in on what's happening and what his intentions are. As they find the gang and Delilah in a back alley, Isaac foolishly risks Chris' life by making him into a distraction, whilst Isaac tries to get Delilah away from them. Connor notices him though, making Isaac and Delilah run up the fire escape stairs alongside the building. Connor chases after them whilst the others simply stand back (they never really liked Connor that much anyway). They're on the roof, they shout abuse and beat the shizzle out of each other, until Connor slips over the edge of the building, holding onto Delilah as if she'd be able to prevent his fall. They fall together, Connor slams against concrete and break's Delilah's fall, though she becomes injured. The next day, Delilah is still in hospital and Isaac hadn't had the chance to speak. He returns home upset, but a few days later, receives a postcard from Delilah. She expresses her gratitude and love and Isaac responds positively, and they live happily ever after.

 

It's quite a shame I don't have the time to end this properly, sorry everyone. Thanks for reading!

[greebo-man]

f*ck YEAH