You Need To Trust Me

Chapter Nine "Loneliness"

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Sunday May 27th Delilah POV

I listened as Kathryn and Kyle saw the cops out. I had just given my statement and a description of Elliot. I don't think it would do any good but I did it. I shut it out after that. I wouldn't think about it. I couldn't if I wanted to live my life.

I threw a light jacket out and headed towards the door. "Where are you going?" Kathryn asked as she saw me. I gestured to the bag in my hand.

"Target practice." Her face tried to remain blank but I saw the worry peeking through. "I... I just need to blow off some steam."

"Go on." Kyle said, not even looking up from what he was doing in the kitchen. "You could use the practice."

Without another word, I walked out the door. I went past the barns to an old shed. We had set up a few targets so we could practicing shoot out here and not hit anything or anyone. I took the .12 gauge shotgun out of the bag. Kyle kept it on hand for security purposes and he liked to do some clay pigeon shooting. He hunted too but he had a better rifle for that.

I loaded the gun and faced the targets. The gun was up against my shoulder and I focused on the target. I pulled the trigger and felt the big kick that the shotgun had. It blasted through the target, leaving a hole in the middle.

I heard a twig snap behind me and I swung around defensively. Emmett raised his hands in shock and with a trembling sigh; I lowered the gun and put the safety on. It hurt to see Emmett after last night. He didn't look like his usual self. He looked like a man who was suffering.

"Can I come over there?" He asked with no joking tone. He was so serious. I gently tossed the shotgun onto the bag and then nodded. Emmett closed the distance between us and without a word, pulled me into his arms. I had to keep the bad thoughts at bay as his cold skin touched me. I reminded myself this was Emmett, a guy who said he loved me and wouldn't hurt me. His hands ran over my hair gently and he touched my forehead with his. "Please tell me you're okay."

The pain in his voice was so clear that it hurt me. He obviously knew what had happened. "I'm okay." I don't think he quite believed me since my voice cracked. It didn't crack because of what had happened with that monster, it cracked because of what had happened with Emmett and what it meant for us, for our relationship.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm supposed to protect you." He whispered and his voice shook. This wasn't right. Emmett was so strong, such a jokester that I couldn't match up the suffering man who was in front of me.

I shook my head. "I'm fine. I'm unharmed. I'll live." The questions burned inside me. "Emmett, who is Rosalie?"

His whole body tensed and I gazed up at his face. I had shocked him that was obvious. "What?"

"When Elliot…" I broke off trying to control my emotions. God, I needed to be stronger than this mess I was. "When he was on top of me, he told me that I reminded him of Rosalie. That I looked just like her and that's why you liked me."

Emmett's face was furious. He let go of me and slammed his fist into the old shed. I shielded my eyes as wood flew everywhere. "Don't you listen to a damn thing he said. Throw it out of your mind." I tried grabbing onto to him to inspect his hand but he paced angrily.

"Emmett…" I said trying to get his attention. "Is Rosalie an ex? He said—never mind."

"What? What did he say about her?" Emmett demanded and he was suddenly standing in front of me. I stumbled back, not expecting the anger.

"Nothing. It's nothing." I said, not wanting to upset him anymore and honestly, it sounded crazy. "He's a crazy sicko."

"Delilah, I want to talk about last night. Before the incident." Emmett came back to me and grabbed my hand.

I stepped back, steeling myself. "Emmett, I feel the same as I did last night. I don't want anything serious."

"Delilah, I understand but I don't want this to affect us."

"I don't see how it could not affect us. You love me, I'm not in love." I told myself I was doing the right thing as hurt registered across Emmett's face. "I think we both know what is going to happen next."

"No, it doesn't need to be like that. I won't let it affect us. I'll never mention it again." Emmett said more forcefully. I shook my head.

"Emmett, we can't go on." I whispered, turning around so I wouldn't have to look at his face. "I think it's best if you leave."

"I'm not giving up on us, Delilah, just know that. I'll leave but I'm not giving up okay?" I didn't turn around until I heard his Jeep start up in the distance. I hoped I was doing the right thing.

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Saturday, June 9th Delilah POV

I stared in surprise at the sight of Nessie at the front door. I had been avoiding everyone these past two weeks out of respect for Emmett and because I figured, they all hated me after what happened. Emmett still came to work every day and both Kathryn and Kyle had noticed the difference between us. But I was keeping quiet on what had happened because I really just didn't want to talk about it.

"Nessie, hey, what are you doing here?" I asked her in surprise. She crossed her arms and I prepared myself for yelling.

"Because somebody won't answer my phone calls or talk to me." Nessie gave me a look then sighed. "Can we talk, please?" I nodded stepping outside. We walked away from the house and Nessie didn't look at me. "Delilah, look, I know about what happened between you and Emmett. I'm not gonna take sides or anything. I'm here for you. Please don't shut me out because of what he did. Please."

I hugged Nessie with more force than she expected. "I'm sorry. I just figured that, well, you all would hate me."

"No one hates you Delilah. Not even Emmett. We all love you." Nessie smiled at me and held onto my hand. "We know you've been through some rough stuff and we don't blame you. We just don't want to lose you completely even if you and Emmett can't work things out."

Tears sprung to my eyes and I felt like for once, I had somewhere I really belonged and all these people who cared about me. And maybe, with my best friend Nessie, I could figure out some things. "Nessie, can I ask you some questions?"

"Sure." She agreed as we sat down on a patch of grass by the old shed.

"Who's Rosalie? I need honesty and I need to know who she is." Nessie's face changed when I said the girl's name and I knew she was someone important.

"She and Emmett were together, for years. She died a few years ago." Nessie explained and I felt even worse at rejecting Emmett. It must have been so hard to fall in love after Rosalie. But wait, if she died a few years ago and they were together for years, how did this even make sense?

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Emmett POV

"Wanna arm wrestle?" Jacob asked and I shook my head gloomily. "Wanna play some Madden? We got the newest version." Jacob sighed when I shook my head again. "Man, I know you're bummed by you gotta do something besides mope."

"How would you feel if Nessie rejected you?" I asked him a bit defensively. Jacob grimaced. "Yeah, you'd be a gloomy mess too."

"So you think Delilah's your mate?" Jasper said from the steps. Jacob and I turned to look at him.

"What are you talking about?" I mean, I loved her, but my mate?

"Well you just compared you and her, to Nessie and Jake's bond. They're true soul mates and would be nothing without each other. So are you saying that's what you are?" Jasper said again and I noticed how quiet it was in the house.

"I, I don't know." I hesitated. Rose was still so much on my mind, especially after Delilah told me that asshole had said to her. I couldn't believe he had ever been considered a friend of mine.

"Emmett, you're not betraying Rose if you say yes. You loved her so much and you were committed to her when she was here. She's gone now and you're still here." Jasper put his hand on my shoulder and I felt acceptance coming from him. "Don't let Delilah get away because you're focusing on the past and think she doesn't love you."

My head snapped up to look at Jasper. "She doesn't love me. She said as much when she broke up with me."

"Well see the thing about being an Empath is that I can feel what everybody else is feeling. And let me tell you, when she sees you in school? It's there. She's just denying it because she's afraid of being hurt again. You have to prove yourself to her. Really prove yourself and it's gonna take a lot. She aches when she sees you because she misses you." Jasper told me. I wanted to believe everything he said so badly.

"She thinks she's doing the right thing. Reminds me of myself in some ways. " Edward added as he sat in the kitchen doing something with Bella. " She thinks if she lets you go, you'll find someone else who can return your feelings without all her issues. All she knows is people not sticking around so she breaks it off before you leave."

"It's a great idea!" Alice called from upstairs. All of us glanced at each other, confused. "Emmett, just do what you're thinking about in that beautiful mind of yours."

"The song, Emmett, the song." Edward smiled at me. "The concert, it's a great idea."

I knew what Alice meant now. "Help me figure it out?" I asked him, feeling a sense of motivation.

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Delilah POV

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked Nessie as we saddled up two horses. Nessie had suggested we take a ride—avoiding the spot—and I was up for a ride.

She nodded, putting her helmet on. I helped her mount up onto Tinkerbell, one of our calmer mounts. Nessie wasn't afraid of the horses but she was a bit worried about riding. I got on Wolf since I was giving Dream a break since I had been making sure to work him every day. We started down the lane, not heading anywhere in particular.

"I don't know what happened in the past—just know if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here." Nessie offered, looking ahead and focusing on paying attention to Tinkerbell but I knew the offer was genuine. Could I tell someone the things that had happened? Was Nessie that person? Would she judge me for things I had did?

"Nessie, I did some things I'm not proud of and my past is so messed up. I'm messed up." I laughed humorlessly, in danger of crying. Shame was one of the biggest things I felt and to look at Nessie, who was like the face of perfection, innocence….well how could I tell her anything?

She moved Tinkerbell closer to Wolf and reached out to grab my hand. "Delilah, we've all made mistakes in life. Nobody is perfect."

"Says the girl who is absolutely perfect." I smiled half-heartedly at her. "Maybe in time, I can tell you but I just can't bear to right now."

Nessie squeezed my hand. "That's okay. I understand." She smiled sadly. "By the way, I'm not perfect far from it. I snore…and I snort when I laugh…..and I stuff my face all the time. I struggle with classes at school, feeling dumber than anyone in my family. I have a bit of temper but you've seen that before."

I smiled more genuinely at her attempt to make me feel better. "You're still perfect, Ness."

"Maybe in Jacob's eyes." We both laughed because we knew Jacob thought she was perfect. "Delilah, I'm not friends with you because I think you're perfect. I'm friends with you because you're a good person with a good heart, and you understand, accepting my family and me, you're a hilarious smart ass and you're not some girly girl, you're kind of a breath of fresh air. You, Kathryn, and Kyle have accepted us so easily into your family life and we all appreciate it."

"Thanks Ness." I squeezed her hand back. "You promise no one hates me?"

She shook her head. "No one hates you, they'd never even think of it."

"How's Emmett?" The words barely made it out of my mouth. It was hard. I knew he looked so lost and sad when he was here, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. "I know I really have no right to ask but I need to know."

Nessie sighed. "He's kind of gloomy. He hasn't been his usual self the past few weeks and he misses you. It's hard for him to give you your space because all he wants to do is be around you."

My heart hurt hearing he was in pain. I didn't want him to be in pain and I certainly didn't want to be the one who was causing his pain.

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I stared at the ceiling as the moonlight shone in the room and didn't bother to look at the clock. I knew it'd say three am, the time I seemed to always wake up at now. I glanced at the beautiful horse painting that Emmett had given me for Christmas and within seconds, it blurred.

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I told myself that I needed to be strong. I had chosen this. I had chosen to get close to someone and this is what I got. I shoved my face into my pillow as the sobs became full blown.

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General POV

Kyle sighed as he listened to Delilah cry into her bedroom. Every night, like clockwork, she woke up at three am. He wanted to go into the room and comfort her but everything she'd been through wouldn't allow it. She refused to show her weakness. It was a surprise that she was as close as she was with Dr. Cullen and his kids.

She seemed so determined to make it through all by herself, never needing to depend on anyone. It was harder than she let on and Kyle knew, just as Kathryn did, that it really took a toll on Delilah. She had been taught by so many people in her life that she couldn't depend on people that she was on her own. When it was really, she was just surrounded by all the wrong people.

She could trust us She could trust the Cullens they were good people. She just didn't see it yet. She couldn't accept the love that was being given to her by her friends and Emmett quite yet. She had taken awhile to accept Kathryn and I, but she had did it. We just had to show her.

Miles away in Texas, Gabe Henderson realized how many Delilah Roberts there were. His computer search had returned too many Delilah's and none of them his Delilah. She had been eighteen for a few months now, why hadn't she contacted him? Was she in shock? Was she angry? If only she'd let him explain everything that had happened. She'd know it wasn't his choice, wasn't his fault.

Guess it was time to place another call in to Delilah's social worker.

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Monday June 10th Emmett POV

I walked into barn searching for Kyle…and hoping to see a glimpse of Delilah. I missed her so much and trying not to touch her, not to act like I didn't care was hard. I loved her and I had to act like I didn't. Why was life so damn hard?

My eyes landed on a figure slouched against the wall sitting on a hay bale. It was Delilah and she looked to be sleeping. Dark circles were under her eyes and her hair was in a messy ponytail, she looked exhausted even though she was sleeping. I gently reached out and touched her shoulder. She jerked awake quickly and looked around, startled.

I winced. "Sorry, you were sleeping but it didn't look very comfortable. I didn't want you waking up with a stiff neck."

She grimaced, rubbing her neck. "Too late." She mumbled. "I haven't been sleeping very—" She cut off as she caught herself actually talking to me. My dead heart ached thinking of how close we'd become.

"Delilah, just cause we're broken up doesn't mean you can't talk to me." I told her, trying to not to sound sad and lovesick like I was. "We can still talk about things."

She glanced away quickly but not before I saw the shine of tears in her eyes. "It has to be this way, Emmett. It's what's best."

"Best for who, Delilah?" I asked, irritation creeping in. "We were having such a good time together and really enjoying ourselves and then three little words changed everything. It doesn't have to be this way!"

Her cheeks flushed and she stood up, brushing the hay off. Even while I was hurt by her and irritated with her, she was still so beautiful to me. The girl I wanted to be with.

"Well Emmett, it does have to be this way. I'm trying to keep from hurting you. I can't return the feelings you have for me so there's no use of continuing on together." She turned to me angrily. "Why did you have to say those damn words?! Why couldn't you just leave well enough alone?" I watched her storm out of the barn and walk towards the house. I sighed. That was not how I wanted, or expected, things to go.

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