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“It’s D e l i a, not Cordelia. Please don’t
ever use my full first name unless I’ve
done something that warrants me being
punished for,” Delia snapped, frustrated
with the fact that the walls she had been
trying with so much effort to build up all
around her heart were now crumbling as
if they had been made from nothing but
straw or wood instead of brick. Even so,
she simply couldn’t allow herself to give
in that easily. She had to stay strong and
stand her ground.

                “Fine, whatever. What do you want to know? Go ahead,
                ask away. Consider me an open book.” Using her pen
                as a bookmark, Delia closed her History textbook and
                gave Teddy her undivided attention. As her green eyes
                searched green, waiting for the first question, she found
                herself finally starting to realize how strange everything
                must have seemed to her mother. One minute she was
                serving her country overseas, and then the next she was
                at home in the United States again, only now she had the
                responsibility of looking after an emotional, stubborn teen
                when she was still supposedly so young herself.

Teddy   was   reluctant   to   voice   her
questions  because there was a part of
her that so feared the answer.  In a  life
where    she’d    learned    to   question 
everything  she’d  believed  to  be  true, 
the fear was a very real one. 

                “Do  you  want  me gone?” Teddy asked softly. “If
                everything you’ve said is  true,  then  this  is  your
                home,  too.  I  won’t  take that away from you. But
                if you  want  me  gone,  I  understand.  Cor - sorry,
                Delia  -  I’m trying to make this work here, I really
                am.” For someone caught up in a  cruel  game  of
                truth  and  l i e s ,  Teddy  hurt  far  more than she
                expected  to  because  of  Delia’s  anger.   It   was
                nearly as though her heart was leading her to feel
                all the things her mind had yet to  ——  as though
                her heart  remembered  things  about this girl that
                her mind still couldn’t.  There were no words that
                could  ever  hold  her confusion, but it gave her a 
                twisted  comfort  to know she wasn’t the only one
                frustrated, isolated, and undone.