All Delia could feel was the searing pain resonating through her shoulder as he plunged the knife deep into her. He laughed in her ear and whispered, "You won't get out alive, slut. If I can't have you then neither can he."
"Fuck you, bastard." Delia egged him on through gritted teeth. There was no way in hell he was going to get her tears. Rage and anger bubbled deep in her small body and she reached for the closest heaviest thing she could, only to have the knife ripped from her shoulder and felt the pain shoot through her hand. She let out a blood curtling scream and tried her hardest to kick him off of her, "That all you got, Adam?"
"I don't want to hurt you, Delia. You made me do this. You make me hurt you. Why can't you just love me?" He whispered as tears ran down his face, "I've only ever wanted to be with you but it's always been that stupid fucker stepping in our way."
"Jon doesn't want your leftovers, remember baby?" Delia whispered, tears stinging her eyes as she said it, "Remember Jon doesn't want me?"
"Yeah, you're right." Adam whispered as he wrapped his arms around her, whispering lovingly, "I want you, though. Jon doesn't know what he's missing when it comes to you."
"No, Adam. I'm...I'm just not good enough for you. I'm not good enough for him either."
"You're good enough for me."
"No, I'm not. See, you have to let me go. You gotta keep me safe, right baby?" Delia whispered.
"You are safe, Delia. You're safe with me."
"Then why do you hurt me?"
"Because you need to be taught a lesson…have you learned it?"
"I've learned it, baby. I promise I have. No more, Jon. It's Adam and Delia forever, right?"
"Yeah," He chuckled, "You're mine."
"I'm yours," She said as tears fell down her face. She felt his hands working on her pants belt and froze, "Adam I've got to get to the hospital. I'm bleeding, can't you see?"
Adam growled and moved to straddle her waist. He picked her head up by her hair and slammed it against the ground, "Don't you ever fucking listen to me? I want you. You go to the hospital and they'll take me away. I've only ever wanted it to be me and you!"
Delia heard the door opening from behind her. Her heart fell to her knees as she felt Adam get off of her. She could hear the gurgles of Dylan and her heart fell. Dylan, her baby, was here and Adam was going after him.
Jon's heart raced as he drove as fast as he could. It was a seven hour drive and he had somehow managed to cut it down to a five hour drive. Something was wrong with Delia, something had to be seriously wrong for Scotty to sound so frightened. If something had happened to her, he would kill that son of a bitch. His heart felt like it was going to pound in his chest as he drove down the road where Delia lived and saw the flashing lights everywhere. Cops and paramedic trucks had flooded the road and they had what looked like a steakout to be sat up.
Jon slammed his car in park and ran up to the closest sergeant, he could hear screams and cries coming from the house. It sounded like a babies wailing and his heart fell even further. Jon grabbed the Sargents sounder and shook him,
"What's going on? Why aren't you guys in there?" Jon said brokenly, "Who all is in there?"
"Son, I'm going to have to ask you to step back," The officer asked.
"No," Jon clutched his hand, "I'm Delia's brother, I live here."
The officer sighed, "Well…what we know is there's two adult women and a baby with the madman. We haven't went in there again because he shot and killed one of our men."
"He's got a gun!?" Jon shouted, "No. No you've got to go save them, you've got to go get Dylan. You have to go now!"
"We're doing everything we can to ensure the safety of your family, sir. But right now, it's quieted down. We're trying to get a image of him near a window. We're going to take action then."
"You can't wait until then, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Jon glared at him, "Are you kidding me? He's got a gun! You've got to go in there."
Delia clutched Dylan to her chest, pressing her hand over his mouth to keep him from crying or making a sound. She rocked him in the corner where she was hiding, tears streaming down her eyes as she cradled her baby. She was bleeding from the wound where Adam had stabbed her in her shoulder blade and her head and started to become woozy.
She was hiding in the attic's crawl space, nursing Dylan for what could very well be her last time. She continuously prayed, singing hymns softly as she silently sobbed. She didn't know what Adam had done with her mom, she couldn't hear her anymore. All she remembered was grabbing Dylan as soon as she could and running up the stairs to the attic. She was so scared. She knew the cops were outside, she could see the red and blue flashing lights. But what gave her hope was the familiar rumble of Jon's car. He was there waiting on her, or maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe she was hallucinating from the loss of blood.
She could hear Adam calling her name chillingly, "Oh Delia…Deliiaaaaaaa, come out come out wherever you are…I wanna play with your little son…maybe we can see if he's thoroughly a bastard on the inside, too."
His footsteps were getting closer and she knew she didn't have the strength to fight him off again. She peeped out the attic window and saw Jon shaking a sergeant and smiled. He was here, he came back. She had to get their attention. She raised her wounded arm up to the window and waved but it was too dark and she knew they couldn't see her. This might have been her only chance to get out.
She could hear Adam's footsteps getting closer and closer as she shifted Dylan to her hurt arm and pushed the window open. This was her only chance. She gingerly climbed out the window only to realize that it had already started raining and the rooftop was slippery against her bare feet. She clutched onto Dylan as she shakily walked along the edge of the house towards the front. She waved her injured arm in the air as tears streamed down her face.
She managed to get the attention of a few cops without yelling and they motioned for her to stay there, that they were coming. All of a sudden, the sound of the window rising up higher and Adam stepping out onto the ledge with her.
"Kill him!" Jon shouted.
"Why is he here, Delia!?" Adam gripped her by the neck. He walked until she was standing on the edge of the house, "Did you know he was here?!"
"No, no I didn't. Adam, I'm going to fall." Delia pleaded.
All she heard was a single gunshot slice through the air and then felt blood splattering on her face as she watched the side of Adam's head burst open. He fell to his knees, his grip never lessening on her neck. Delia tried her hardest to break free of his grip as she saw him falling but she couldn't, her arm was too weak. She knew she was falling as she wrapped Dylan tighter into her arms, pressing the side of his head against her chest.
"Please, God…" She whispered just as she lost her balance, "Don't let this be the end."
She managed to fall ontop of Adam with her back to him, Dylan cradled tightly and snugly to her chest. She had a sharp pain shoot through her leg and she looked down to see her knee was bent out of shape. She heard Jon's cries in the distant that rapidly got closer. She just laid there, too scared to move, but happy that the fight was over.
"Delia," Jon whispered as he crouched over her, "Delia, you okay?"
"No," She whispered back, "But I will be."
"How's Dylan? Is he okay? Did he hurt you?"
She nodded and handed the five month old over to him, "I'm not okay. But I will be…I…I know my mom is dead, Jon. She has to be. But there's a carseat in the back of her car. I need you to take him for me until I'm all sewed up, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." He smiled weakly at her as he wrapped the scared baby in his coat, "I've got him."
"Jon there's something I…I need to tell you." She whispered. She had to tell him now, there was always a chance she wouldn't make it any longer. Her head had started spinning and she knew she was losing a lot of blood. The paramedics were rushing over to them rapidly,
"Dylan…you're his…Dylan's your son, Jon."
So, the news is out. What do you think Jon's reaction will be?