Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 16, 2008 16:30:42 GMT -8
Well...
It happened.
She was still alive. Whoda thunk it?
She was driving without really thinking. In the pit of her stomach was a mixture of dread and excitement. She still couldn't believe it...given her circumstances, she thought she'd never have made it to this day.
Delilah was feeling better. It might have been the mood, or the three weeks of forced bed rest, but whatever it was, Delilah felt more sure of herself...and much more sombre. Like there was a chapter in her life that was closing.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen; Delilah Adele Black had turned eighteen on the morning of July 16th, 2008.
She suddenly flicked on her left turning signal and made a sharp turn into a driveway in the most expensive area of Long Beach. There was no for sale sign on the lawn...that didn't matter to her. It was a beautiful home, really. It was more than 3,500 square feet, with four baths, five bedrooms, an outdoor pool, a loft, a library, huge entertainment room and a security system that rivaled the pentagon. This was her parents summer house, and it had been bought a few years back, when Delilah's father had died. Of course, being the young girl she was, she had had NO say whatsoever.
She did now. This was the last tangible piece of her past left....and she'd do anything to get it back.
Delilah hopped out of her car and started walking up the drive to teh front door. The lawn was well cared for. Good. Arim would like that. She rang the doorbell and stood there, waiting politely for a couple minutes, before the door opened.
A woman about mid forties with a too-tight leopard print tank top stood before her, holding a martini glass. Delilah hid her grimace of disgust with a pleasant smile; it was ten in the morning!
"Can I help you?" The woman asked in a semi-patient tone, her eyes reflecting Delilah's own disgust.
"As a matter of fact, I think you might." she replied neutrally. "My name is Delilah A. Black. May I come in?"
The woman hesitated, then moved aside and held the door open for her. Delilah nodded her thanks and walked in, taking a look around. It was still in great condition (except for the fuzzy wallpaper in the lobby), and she commented on it with respect in her tone.
"Thanks," the woman smiled, warming slowly to the imposing girl. "Roger and I try and keep the place in tip-top condition. Follow me?"
Delilah was lead into the parlour and she had to put her hands behind her back in order to stop herself from destroying the room. Pink. Everything. PINK.
This wouldn't do.
The woman sat on the plush, screamingly white couch with a flourish and smiled graciously, beckoning Delilah to sit. "Black, you said? I believe Roger and I bought the house from a 'Black' family."
"You don't say?"
"Yes, yes. Nice people, rambunctious little girl though...always putting holes in walls." Delilah had to cough to hide her smile. Ah, she remembered that. She'd gotten into the tool shed. Again. The woman took a sip of her martini and then addressed the mechanic. "What can I do for you, Miss Black? I'm afraid Roger and I aren't hiring staff right now, but if you leave your resume..."
"Actually," she interrupted tersely, trying to keep her temper in check. "I'm here about the house..." she took a slip of paper out of her pocket and started writing on it, then handed it to the woman. "I think this about sums it up."
The woman took a sip as she accepted the paper, then promptly spit it up when she saw what was on it. She mopped herself up delicately, staring slack-jawed at Delilah. "Two million dollars?! Wh-wh...Is this some kind of joke?!"
"I want to buy this house from you." Delilah said simply. "I assure you, this is no joke. That's a certified cheque. If you don't believe me, you can call the bank. And I'll throw in another twenty thousand if you leave the furniture. So," Delilah sat back against the chair across from the woman. "Do we have a deal?"
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Four hours later, the attorney's had been contacted and the new deeds signed. The cheque had been real and Delilah was once more in possession of one of her most fond childhood memories. This was the place where she had started her career in automotive repairs, with her father.
Smiling at the thought, she flipped out her cellphone and texted both Rem and Arim to pack their things, and gave them their new address. Delilah left her car there as she went for a walk...a very long walk, into downtown. She let her mind wander as she smiled. It was about time she put her past behind her. Maybe now she'd be able to. And start over as well.
It happened.
She was still alive. Whoda thunk it?
She was driving without really thinking. In the pit of her stomach was a mixture of dread and excitement. She still couldn't believe it...given her circumstances, she thought she'd never have made it to this day.
Delilah was feeling better. It might have been the mood, or the three weeks of forced bed rest, but whatever it was, Delilah felt more sure of herself...and much more sombre. Like there was a chapter in her life that was closing.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen; Delilah Adele Black had turned eighteen on the morning of July 16th, 2008.
She suddenly flicked on her left turning signal and made a sharp turn into a driveway in the most expensive area of Long Beach. There was no for sale sign on the lawn...that didn't matter to her. It was a beautiful home, really. It was more than 3,500 square feet, with four baths, five bedrooms, an outdoor pool, a loft, a library, huge entertainment room and a security system that rivaled the pentagon. This was her parents summer house, and it had been bought a few years back, when Delilah's father had died. Of course, being the young girl she was, she had had NO say whatsoever.
She did now. This was the last tangible piece of her past left....and she'd do anything to get it back.
Delilah hopped out of her car and started walking up the drive to teh front door. The lawn was well cared for. Good. Arim would like that. She rang the doorbell and stood there, waiting politely for a couple minutes, before the door opened.
A woman about mid forties with a too-tight leopard print tank top stood before her, holding a martini glass. Delilah hid her grimace of disgust with a pleasant smile; it was ten in the morning!
"Can I help you?" The woman asked in a semi-patient tone, her eyes reflecting Delilah's own disgust.
"As a matter of fact, I think you might." she replied neutrally. "My name is Delilah A. Black. May I come in?"
The woman hesitated, then moved aside and held the door open for her. Delilah nodded her thanks and walked in, taking a look around. It was still in great condition (except for the fuzzy wallpaper in the lobby), and she commented on it with respect in her tone.
"Thanks," the woman smiled, warming slowly to the imposing girl. "Roger and I try and keep the place in tip-top condition. Follow me?"
Delilah was lead into the parlour and she had to put her hands behind her back in order to stop herself from destroying the room. Pink. Everything. PINK.
This wouldn't do.
The woman sat on the plush, screamingly white couch with a flourish and smiled graciously, beckoning Delilah to sit. "Black, you said? I believe Roger and I bought the house from a 'Black' family."
"You don't say?"
"Yes, yes. Nice people, rambunctious little girl though...always putting holes in walls." Delilah had to cough to hide her smile. Ah, she remembered that. She'd gotten into the tool shed. Again. The woman took a sip of her martini and then addressed the mechanic. "What can I do for you, Miss Black? I'm afraid Roger and I aren't hiring staff right now, but if you leave your resume..."
"Actually," she interrupted tersely, trying to keep her temper in check. "I'm here about the house..." she took a slip of paper out of her pocket and started writing on it, then handed it to the woman. "I think this about sums it up."
The woman took a sip as she accepted the paper, then promptly spit it up when she saw what was on it. She mopped herself up delicately, staring slack-jawed at Delilah. "Two million dollars?! Wh-wh...Is this some kind of joke?!"
"I want to buy this house from you." Delilah said simply. "I assure you, this is no joke. That's a certified cheque. If you don't believe me, you can call the bank. And I'll throw in another twenty thousand if you leave the furniture. So," Delilah sat back against the chair across from the woman. "Do we have a deal?"
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Four hours later, the attorney's had been contacted and the new deeds signed. The cheque had been real and Delilah was once more in possession of one of her most fond childhood memories. This was the place where she had started her career in automotive repairs, with her father.
Smiling at the thought, she flipped out her cellphone and texted both Rem and Arim to pack their things, and gave them their new address. Delilah left her car there as she went for a walk...a very long walk, into downtown. She let her mind wander as she smiled. It was about time she put her past behind her. Maybe now she'd be able to. And start over as well.
