Writer note: This is sort of short, but it has a twist in it! Thanks to everyone who has actually keep up with this fic!
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Chapter 6: Hold On Just a Minute, You Scabbah
"We have worked for three weeks" Tilda announced, happily holding up three fingers.
"After that little incident with Uncle the first week, we got keen and gave him what we claimed was all we were paid."
Delilah laughed. "For once, my little sister had a good idea."
"Yes, and I am proud of it" Tilda shined, uncontrollably.
The four walked on down the street to no place in particular. Somehow Tilda and Dutchy fell behind the other two, being more in the talkative state at the moment. Delilah and Skittery strolled along quietly. Skittery glanced over at the girl next to him. His mind churned with a notion that he felt he shouldn't try what he was going to try, but said, what the hay anyway. He slid his hand to the mid of her back.
Now, Skittery had gotten to know Delilah Delancey pretty well over the weeks that they'd been pals, but he didn't know she hated to be touched until he found himself doubled over from a knuckle to the gut.
"What was that for???" he wheezed out, bent over, holding his stomach.
"DO NOT touch me EVER again!" Delilah command with sparks in her eyes.
Meanwhile, the two spectators behind them watched intently.
Tilda snorted in amusement. "And, she's the sensitive one!" She wagged a finger. "I got to warn you, don't try that with me."
"Oh, no. I wasn't" Dutchy replied, in honestly. "How about we try a different way?" He offered his arm. "Lady, would you like to be escorted down the street?"
Tilda tried her best to hold back the laughter, but wasn't at all successful. She played along anyway, and took his offer. "Why, thank you, kind sir."
Back to our lesson on "What Not to Do to a Delancey Sister", Skittery was still holding his stomach. For a girl, she hit hard. Good thing she didn't aim for where it counts.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
"Good." Delilah replied lowly, folding her arms across her chest. "Promise me it won't happen again."
Skittery gazed at her with an odd mix of confusion and surprise. "All right, I promise." They shook on it. "Delilah, I..." Skittery was cut off by a beefy hand grabbing his shoulder and whirling him around. He stood face to face with Morris Delancey before receiving a blow to his right cheek, making him stumble to the ground.
"I'll kill you" Morris snarled viciously, preparing to commit a grisly crime. He slugged the injured boy again.
"Morris, stop!" Delilah screamed, trying to pry her brother off Skittery. Morris pushed her backwards, sending her sprawled on the street. Delilah flicked a glance at the scene close by. Oscar was proceeding to beat the tar out of Dutchy while Tilda screamed and kicked her brother.
Delilah pushed herself to stand, and grabbed Morris - turning him to face her. "I said STOP!" All too sudden, she threw a punch that left a red stream of blood running from his nose. Morris glared at her, a mixture of anger and shock crossing him. Tilda had somehow dragged Oscar away from Dutchy.
A beat of silence passed as the six stared at one another. "You told me you and Tilda were going to stay away from these two jerks" Morris said.
Delilah pull her chin up high and took a step further, standing a foot away from her brother. "Your command was really stupid. I saw nothing wrong with these boys."
"Are you defying me?" Morris growled. The flames were building in his eyes. Delilah nodded in confidence. Tilda and Oscar knew how dangerous the situation was becoming. "You choose Delilah: your family or the street trash." She pushed passed Morris, and knelt down to help Skittery up - standing her ground. "If that's your decision...your dead to me. Don't even bother coming home." Morris spat on Delilah's face before turning to walk away. "Come on, Oscar."
Oscar stood still, not knowing exactly what to do. This whole situation was being blown out of the water. Morris has never lost his cool in that manner...ever. He followed his brother's lead.
The friction sent odd chills threw their bones, like the world ceased to exist save for them. "What in the world was that about?!?!?" Leave it to Tilda to cut through a wall.
Delilah finally regained motion, spitting and kicking the ground. She rubbed her tainted cheek on her sleeve. "We been forsaken again, Tilda."
"What went on between you and Morris?" Tilda asked, dazed. She moved to stand in front of her sister.
"He told me that we couldn't see them" she indicated the two boys inching closer, "I promised we wouldn't, but you know how we are. Morris should of had more sense then to think we'd actually obey what he commands."
"Well, yeah, that's true, but we have no where to live!" Tilda paced around.
"What do you expect?!" Delilah yelled.
"Excuse me" both girls stopped their exchange to glare at the one who spoke. Dutchy blushed in embarrassment from putting all the attention on himself. "We don't usually do this ((writer note: LOL! This is totally original :D)), but the building where we live has a storage room that I think has a broken bunk in it. The lodging house keeper might have a problem with it, but you might be able to sleep there for now - to keep you off a park bench or alleyway."
The sister switched their heads to look at each other then back at Dutchy. Delilah replied, "I guess that'll do."
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Chapter 6: Hold On Just a Minute, You Scabbah
"We have worked for three weeks" Tilda announced, happily holding up three fingers.
"After that little incident with Uncle the first week, we got keen and gave him what we claimed was all we were paid."
Delilah laughed. "For once, my little sister had a good idea."
"Yes, and I am proud of it" Tilda shined, uncontrollably.
The four walked on down the street to no place in particular. Somehow Tilda and Dutchy fell behind the other two, being more in the talkative state at the moment. Delilah and Skittery strolled along quietly. Skittery glanced over at the girl next to him. His mind churned with a notion that he felt he shouldn't try what he was going to try, but said, what the hay anyway. He slid his hand to the mid of her back.
Now, Skittery had gotten to know Delilah Delancey pretty well over the weeks that they'd been pals, but he didn't know she hated to be touched until he found himself doubled over from a knuckle to the gut.
"What was that for???" he wheezed out, bent over, holding his stomach.
"DO NOT touch me EVER again!" Delilah command with sparks in her eyes.
Meanwhile, the two spectators behind them watched intently.
Tilda snorted in amusement. "And, she's the sensitive one!" She wagged a finger. "I got to warn you, don't try that with me."
"Oh, no. I wasn't" Dutchy replied, in honestly. "How about we try a different way?" He offered his arm. "Lady, would you like to be escorted down the street?"
Tilda tried her best to hold back the laughter, but wasn't at all successful. She played along anyway, and took his offer. "Why, thank you, kind sir."
Back to our lesson on "What Not to Do to a Delancey Sister", Skittery was still holding his stomach. For a girl, she hit hard. Good thing she didn't aim for where it counts.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
"Good." Delilah replied lowly, folding her arms across her chest. "Promise me it won't happen again."
Skittery gazed at her with an odd mix of confusion and surprise. "All right, I promise." They shook on it. "Delilah, I..." Skittery was cut off by a beefy hand grabbing his shoulder and whirling him around. He stood face to face with Morris Delancey before receiving a blow to his right cheek, making him stumble to the ground.
"I'll kill you" Morris snarled viciously, preparing to commit a grisly crime. He slugged the injured boy again.
"Morris, stop!" Delilah screamed, trying to pry her brother off Skittery. Morris pushed her backwards, sending her sprawled on the street. Delilah flicked a glance at the scene close by. Oscar was proceeding to beat the tar out of Dutchy while Tilda screamed and kicked her brother.
Delilah pushed herself to stand, and grabbed Morris - turning him to face her. "I said STOP!" All too sudden, she threw a punch that left a red stream of blood running from his nose. Morris glared at her, a mixture of anger and shock crossing him. Tilda had somehow dragged Oscar away from Dutchy.
A beat of silence passed as the six stared at one another. "You told me you and Tilda were going to stay away from these two jerks" Morris said.
Delilah pull her chin up high and took a step further, standing a foot away from her brother. "Your command was really stupid. I saw nothing wrong with these boys."
"Are you defying me?" Morris growled. The flames were building in his eyes. Delilah nodded in confidence. Tilda and Oscar knew how dangerous the situation was becoming. "You choose Delilah: your family or the street trash." She pushed passed Morris, and knelt down to help Skittery up - standing her ground. "If that's your decision...your dead to me. Don't even bother coming home." Morris spat on Delilah's face before turning to walk away. "Come on, Oscar."
Oscar stood still, not knowing exactly what to do. This whole situation was being blown out of the water. Morris has never lost his cool in that manner...ever. He followed his brother's lead.
The friction sent odd chills threw their bones, like the world ceased to exist save for them. "What in the world was that about?!?!?" Leave it to Tilda to cut through a wall.
Delilah finally regained motion, spitting and kicking the ground. She rubbed her tainted cheek on her sleeve. "We been forsaken again, Tilda."
"What went on between you and Morris?" Tilda asked, dazed. She moved to stand in front of her sister.
"He told me that we couldn't see them" she indicated the two boys inching closer, "I promised we wouldn't, but you know how we are. Morris should of had more sense then to think we'd actually obey what he commands."
"Well, yeah, that's true, but we have no where to live!" Tilda paced around.
"What do you expect?!" Delilah yelled.
"Excuse me" both girls stopped their exchange to glare at the one who spoke. Dutchy blushed in embarrassment from putting all the attention on himself. "We don't usually do this ((writer note: LOL! This is totally original :D)), but the building where we live has a storage room that I think has a broken bunk in it. The lodging house keeper might have a problem with it, but you might be able to sleep there for now - to keep you off a park bench or alleyway."
The sister switched their heads to look at each other then back at Dutchy. Delilah replied, "I guess that'll do."