AN1- I notice on my casting list that Delilah's mother's name is wrong. I put Lillian Marie Quinzel instead of Harleen Lillian Quinzel. This was a accident. I don't think anyone noticed though.

AN2- I've also have gotten reviews saying that Delilah is a Mary sue. I've taken many tests trying to find out how to fix her and have used that advice. If anyone has any ideas to fix her up, send them on over. Even though the test say she wasn't that bad of a Mary sue, I still feel like she is *tear*. So again if anyone has ideas or has any other concerns or issue with the story, send them to me. But please, be gentle with me *cues puppy dog eyes*.

AN3- I've redone this chapter, because it sucked. Even the redo kinda sucks *sad*

BTW Disclaimer- I still do not own ANYTHING!

Chapter 3: Confessions of a Broken Heart

"Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am broken, but I am hoping.
Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am crying, a part of me's dying.
And these are, these are, the
confessions of a broken heart"

- Lindsay Lohan

I hated carrying groceries. Especially, since my dad send me out to buy almost the whole store. I know I mentioned having a car and crap like that, but my dad recently decided to take my keys away. I know it may have seemed like we were on the same wavelength, but in reality we're like cocoa powder and bologna. He's the bittersweet powder that given sweets their sweetness and I'm the fake, byproduct of meat.

I mean, I suppose for the first 13 year of my life we were peachy. I mean, there were issues that hindered our relationship a bit (such as the other person inside of my head), but we're were okay. But after my best friend, Mikey, died from a suicide, that lead the school counselor sent me to a Psychiatrist and then that Psychiatrist found out about her, and tried to send me to a Looney bin, he had a right to be upset.

'If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it' was a great quotes that Mikey and I had always quoted. We both loved Lemony Snicket and that was the core of our relationship. She would always say it's was a false friendship, that Mikey only wanted the money that my dad was, at the time, making a lot of.

It was a lot to put on 13 year old. My best friend kills himself and I didn't do anything to stop it. Top that off with my mother leaving, and a voice in you head making you say bad things and you've got one hell of a sundae. That was when my father and I relationship turned rocky. I mean, like the Canadian Rockies rocky.

-Delilah's thought intermission-

I would like to say now that if my life was a movie, this would be were I have my moment of realization, were I get my crap together, she magically disappears, get the man of dreams ,live happily ever after and you, the watcher, will go on your merry way, knowing you just saw the happiest movie ever. Not quite. Just hit play and watch my life fall apart, again.

I walked up driveway and unlock door, trying not to spill the packages "Ugh, Dad I'm home."

My father appeared in the kitchen doorway "Why did it take you so long? You've been gone almost over a hour! The D'Amico's will be here any minute!"

I grunted as I hefted the groceries onto the counter "Then why didn't you buy groceries yesterday instead of waiting till the last minute?"

My father frowned at me and obviously stated the obvious "I needed fresh ingredients for this meal, Delilah, and you knew that. Maybe if you had gone the first time I ask you to go, we wouldn't be having this conversation now."

"Well, if you didn't take away my keys, I wouldn't of had to walk…" I muttered under my breath.

My father put down the knife in his hand "Do not back sass me, Delilah. And if you hadn't been so careless I wouldn't of had to take your keys away!"

I slammed my fist on the counter "Damn it, dad! That was just one ticket for some dumbass violation! There was no one coming from either sides their was no need for me to stop!"

"Watch you language! As long as you live under my roof, you shall NOT use those words!" My dad yelled back " And that so called 'dumbass violation' could've got you killed! I don't want to lose you like I did your mother!"

I stood still before looking back up at me dad "Haha…That's what this is all about isn't?"

My father was silent, before timidly speaking "What…What are you talki-"

I cut him off "Everything I do relates back to her! I can't dye my hair because mom dyed hers! I can't get my nose pierced because mom always wanted to pierce hers! Shit, dad, I can't even wear purple because it's her favorite color! When are you going to realize that I will do things my mother has done and I will look like her when I older! You…You can't…control everything I do because you hold a grudge against her for leaving you with me!"

He stood there, his hands were shaking "That's what you think this is about?" He asked darkly "Because I 'hold a grudge against her'? I only do what I do to protect you from the monsters in the world."

I didn't wait to listen to anymore of his explanation. I bolted to the door and as I threw it opened, Mrs. D'Amico and Chris stood there flabbergasted. I didn't know if they had heard anything and I didn't care. I pushed pass them, ignoring Chris calling my name and ran down the streets until I found myself at a house I've seen the outside of. I walked up to the front porch, my shoulder shaking, and knock timidly on the door.

It opened a few moments later "Delilah? What are you doing here?" Dave asked he opened the door wider. Before I could stop myself, I flung myself in Dave's arms and I let the tears spill. Slowly, that nagging voice that's always been in my head resurfaced.

'You weak girl," my mind told me " Can't handle a few harsh words, now And Dave knows how weak you actually are. I bet a couple of pills sound really good about now.'

'I'm not weak…" I argued with the voice ' I am not weak. Go away…please, just go away.'

'I told you girl, those pills couldn't keep me away forever. I should thank your dad for taking you off them.'

-Dave's P.O.V-

"Delilah!" I hugged her back "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?"

She quickly detached herself from my arms and looked at me, before sighing "My dad I got into a fight, we both said things we didn't mean and now I feel like a jackass. Not to mention, I left Chris and his Mother standing there at our front door probably thinking the worst has happened!"

I was taken back by this statement "Wait, as D'Amico Chris? That Chris? Delilah, what did we tell you a-"

She ignored me as she blabbed on some more "And now here I am, spilling my guts to some guy I barely know…Ugh, I feel like a Scene Girl, ew."

"I don't think I've every heard her talk this much " I thought to myself while she kept talking "I know Todd said she can get going sometimes, but damn, it's like nonstop."

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I looked over at Delilah, who was looking at the door like it grew a head, and walked over to the door to open it. My eyes widened and my knuckles turned white when I saw who was standing outside my door.

"What the hell, Delilah?"

AND THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A CLIFFHANGER! *grin* Terribly cliffy, quite obvious. As I stated eariler, this chapter has been redone. It's still not the best I've done, but after getting a review saying the story was blatant self insert...I felt the need to redo it. *sad :( *