11. Face off

Delilah

“Thank you for checking up. Yes.”

“I will make sure I send your regards to her.” My arms were folded across my chest as I waited for my father to finish his call.

When he dropped the phone, I commenced. “What did he say?”

“Why did you lie that you are sick?” He asked instead. I rolled my eyes before slouching down on the bed. “To show him how crazy I can be. I’m sure he’s on the edge right now.” A smile dangled at the corner of my lips from the memories of the stunt I pulled. He won’t leave the house all soaked waiting for me to come and clean it up.

If I fake a sickness for a day or two, he has no choice but to clean up the mess himself. “What did you do Delilah?” Father’s words brought me back from the trance I ventured into.

“I didn’t do much. I left the bathroom tap on so the house will be soaked wet. And now I’m here sick. No one will clean up the mess but him.” I said with a grin.

“Why would you do that dear?” I blinked my eyes. I thought he’d support me. He knows quite