Note: there will be some jumping around such as memories and what not but don't worry! It will NOT be confusing I promise!
I OWN NOTHING *cries into PH's apron*
Ch. 2 Visiting the grave
(2 weeks after Walter's suicide)
"Hey mom, I'm going to Silent Hill for a little bit." I grabbed my keys and popped my head into my parent's room.
"Why?" she asked a little concerned thinking I'm going to visit another serial killer.
"Book store and want to get some pictures of Toluca Lake for school."
She nodded slowly, "ok, be careful."
I was only lying a little I was doing everything I said but that was not the reason I was going. I needed to visit him, needed to see his grave. It was unmarked and in The Order's private cemetery I know but I would find it. So help me if I had to sneak in I would find it. I wasn't nervous until I seen the sign "leaving Pleasant River Come back soon!" now silent hill was only a few miles away. I stopped at a flower shop near the bookstore and got a few white roses tinged with red. The owner was going to throw these out but I took them instead.
"You sure you want these? They're ruined if you ask me."
"No, they're perfect, thank you."
I pulled up to the wish house and got out looking around as the little kids played inside the fence. By the time I got out of the car their noses were pressed against it. A young man came out pushing up his glasses.
"Bye Father Vincent." They mumbled gloomily.
He ruffled his hair and walked towards me, "may I help you?"
"Listen I know that the cemetery is private but I need to visit a grave, please Father, if you don't let me willingly I'm scared I may force my way through."
He grinned at the title so politely given and nodded, "why of course dear girl no need for force."
Vincent motioned to the gate allowing me entry and I accepted the kids swarmed from a distance and I couldn't help but smile. I pulled a bag of Skittles out of my pocket and opened them.
"Would you guys like some?"
Gasps of excitement ensued as they all circled me holding out their hands. I poured a little into each as Vincent held a look of disbelief on his face. A few of the mentors had stepped out and were eyeing me from the porch some of them wearing a smile others a look of wonder.
I waved, "I'm sorry if they weren't allowed to have any."
"Oh, no harm done, children thank the nice girl."
"Thank you!"
"You are very welcome now excuse me I need to get to the cemetery."
A path was cleared.
I found it a fresh grave I knew it was his. I fell to the dirt and shook my head.
"Why?"
(Walter's p.o.v yes there shall be view changes!)
It was time to get my body but as I walked towards the grave I heard a voice.
"You are such a dumbass!" she hissed clutching the roses.
Delilah? Why would she come I had ruined her trust. Yet she was still so sweet, giving the orphans that small piece of joy that I knew they would cherish, I expected nothing less from her.
"Why would you attempt it? And you even killed those two kids! I know you felt like you had to get to your mother but we were so close."
I flinched, she was my friend and after so long together I thought about stopping the- a pounding in my head told me that Valtiel was not pleased with that thought. I watched as she put her hood down and her hair was caught up by the wind moving it from her face. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and reflecting the sunlight. No, no one would cry over me. No one would make the trip to visit my grave yet she had. She cared more about me than I had realized.
"I doubt you even cared I was probably just a cover up but i want to act like a normal heart broken teen and tell you that I cared that I loved you as much as a friend could," and in a whisper, "as much as I had loved anyone. See what you do to me? You make me act like a normal emotional teenager, I hate it."
My hand reached out to her I had walked closer to her when I saw what I was doing I jerked my hand back and fell into the shadows. She laid the roses down and got up.
"If the 21 sacraments really work then maybe we'll see each other again." She laughed kissing her hand and placing it on my grave.
"One day we will."
Her head jerked to where I stood but when she saw nothing she shrugged and walked away.
~ (Memory over!)
"Put your hair back." I growled flicking a hair tie at Walter.
He said he wanted to help me make pudding but so far he had refused to put his hair up, roll up his sleeves, or wash his hands.
"Fine." He pulled his hair back and started rolling his sleeves up to the elbow.
I got all the ingredients out and instructed him on what to do.
"Ok now put the chocolate in, no it's not done yet, No! Bad! Don't eat the chocolate!"
He stuck the spoon in his mouth before I was able to stop him. Melted chocolate was smeared across lips as he handed me the spoon with a look of childish guilt on his face.
"You are so cute." I laughed.
"I'm cute?"
"Yes, you always have that childish look of 'I did it' on your face especially with chocolate smeared across it."
His hand went to his cheek and rubbed as if trying to get it off. An evil thought came to my mind as I remembered his fear of intimate situations. I leaned forward and he backed up into a corner by the sink and stove. He was trapped. Getting closer I licked his lips taking away the chocolate pulling back I noticed his face was red.
"Next time don't eat the chocolate."
Walter nodded wiping his mouth off and went back to stirring the pudding. The entire time making the pudding I couldn't help but poke at his fear. Eventually he got tired of it turned around so quickly I backed into the fridge. Taking me by surprise again he slammed his hands down by my head, caging me in. His face inched closer and I tried to scoot down but he put his leg between mine.
"Do you enjoy playing my fears?"
My heart had jumped to my throat this was one of the only times I have ever been afraid of him and that's when I realized something. Walter was always confident and confronting when he knows that he is intimidating. I WILL NOT give him that satisfaction.
I put my lips by his ear and whispered, "Yes, I do."
He seemed to falter for a second before grabbing a handful of my hair and yanked my head away from his ear glaring at me. I simply smirked trailing my hands down his chest.
"What's wrong Walter you scared?" I hooked my pointer finger on to the front of his jeans and raised an eyebrow.
Normally this is not how I would act but this was just too funny not to do. Walter took a sharp intake of breath but still stood his ground. Ok, now I was getting nervous he should have backed away.
"You will not win this Innocent one." He hissed.
A new anger swelled inside and I grabbed the top of his jeans pulling his hips to mine and grinding this time he groaned as his hold on my hair tightened.
"That is not my name."
Walter lowered his head resting it against the fridge his lips were dangerously close to my neck and I couldn't help but squirm which seemed to make it worst.
"Delilah." He begged.
I was flustered realizing what I had done I took my hand off his jeans only to be drove deeper into the fridge by him pushing against my violently, so violently that I came up off the ground a little. One of his hands now gripped the top of the fridge the other held to the counter. He did it again this time I had to wrap my arms around him and grip the back of his shoulders. Hot breath was hitting my neck in panting rhythm and I realized I made a mistake. Another push more violent than before if it was possible now he was between my legs.
"W-Walter." My voice came out squeaky.
He didn't acknowledge me and continued on with his new found appetite this was the strangest and one of the worst situations I had ever been in. I was scared to push him away and turned my head toward the stove. Neither of us had took the pot off the burner and even the it was on low it was most likely almost burnt.
"The pudding!" I yelled moving away from him and took the pot off, "That was close!"
I turned around laughing and found Walter bracing himself against the counter looking confused.
"Are you ok?"
"What-what just happened?"
"Um, it looks as though things got a little out of hand."
His face was red, "oh."
"My bad I was the one who started it."
"Why would you play my fears?"
"Personally I think it's funny."
"No it's not." He grumbled.
I walked up and hugged him he was warmer than usual.
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok." He smiled.
There was a large bang and the door was kicked open followed by Henry. Me and Walter jumped away from each other but Henry didn't seem to notice instead he walked to the stove picked up the pot of pudding, grabbed a spoon, and walked to the door.
"Thanks guys." He said through a mouthful and ran out.