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Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT, AMC, ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Hello world and my wonderful readers! This is the start of a whole new saga regarding Delilah, Billy, and Christine! So excited! Lots will be revealed and hearts will be broken! :/ Also, I changed the location of Billy's family ranch to Houston, I couldn't live with myself if I kept "Christine" AND "Corpus Christi"! Lol btw, Billy was born in Houston and raised in California, which is why he doesn't have an accent. Also, I do play those songs at 3 and 4 in the morning!
This chapter was a little difficult to write to get the feel for it, so I just took from my own experiences surrounding family fights. One minute we'll be at each other's throats, the next it'll be like nothing ever happened and we're watching TV. Bizarre but true. Also, Louie Rucker is a combination of two of the guards I knew pretty well when I lived in a gated community long ago in Calabasas, but I physically based him a bit off of the ever hilarious Louis C.K.!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, 3 A.M., SORRY, 4 IN THE MORNING, OR YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), MATCHBOX TWENTY/ROB THOMAS, BUCKCHERRY/JOSH TODD, GWEN STEFANI, AND PHIL COLLINS, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
Chapter Thirty Eight: Where The Truth Lies, Part One
They leaned in for a kiss and just as their lips were about to touch, they were interrupted due to the sudden sound of yelling coming from the hallway.
Rick and Delilah pulled away, giving each other a confused look.
"What's going on?" Delilah asked. "That voice, it has to be Christine." Once the name escaped her lips, she became worried.
"And the other voice sounds like-"

"She's a human, not some cow you put out to pasture!
"I had to do what was best for my children, for my future! I did it for love!"
"By killing their aunt?! Bullshit! Nobody here will ever believe anything you say!"
"Listen, Farmer Barbie, you don't know Delilah like Billy and I do! I'm her sister, I think I know what I'm talking about! She's mentally disturbed and has lied to you all the whole time you've been here!"
"The only liars are you and him! A sister would never do what you did! I'm her sister, we're her family! You and that asshole gave up that privilege the day you left her, and you can never get it back! I want you gone! Take him and your kids and get the fuck out of here, now!"
"Kiss my ass, you honky tonk Yankee bitch!"
Those were the wrong words for Christine to say, because the next thing that happened was Maggie's fist colliding in her cheek. Hershel had taught Maggie how to throw a perfect punch back in second grade and again right before she left for college. Although he wouldn't approve of her fighting because it wasn't very ladylike at all, she had a feeling he'd make an exception for this one time. This was not a lady, this was a bitch that deserved it.
Christine fired back, Maggie ducking just in time, but that didn't prevent the fight from quickly escalating into a full on slapping fest complete with hair pulling.
Glenn and Billy had burst through the stairwell door and were trying to grab onto Maggie and Christine, respectively, to prevent them from fighting further.
"Christine, cut it out!"
"Maggie, she's not worth it!"
"Why do you always have to fight with everybody and cause a problem?!"
Neither one of them could hear the words nor did they care. They were too pissed off to think rationally.
"I'm not leaving until I set that skinny little bitch straight!"
"You'll never get through to her, not with all of us around!"
Madison came in and swooped the girls up by the waist, one under each arm at a sideways angle, but not even that stopped them and they were still trying to claw and slap each other.
"Break it up, break it up, or I will whiplash the both of you! Besides being a bull rider, my day job was a warden at The Central Mississippi Correctional Facility, and believe me, I was one of the most feared."
"She hit me first!"
"You had it coming!"
"Stop, Stop, STOP! Please, all of you!" Everybody looked over at Delilah as Rick followed behind her through the bedroom door.
"Delilah." Billy said, almost surprised. Her face was clean of the makeup smudges from earlier, but he could tell she had been crying, her eyes were puffy. Next to Christine, Billy knew her better than everybody else in the room, if not all of Jellbany.
Delilah felt so small as she took in the faces around her. Madison holding Christine under one arm with Billy on her left and Maggie under the other arm with Glenn on her right. The melee they were all in had gone into a silent standstill with somber facial expressions, some almost guilty.
As much as she was tempted to turn around and look at Rick for guidance, Delilah had to be a big girl and take care of this on her own. For the second time that day, innocent bystanders had been brought in when they didn't deserve to be. She folded her arms across her chest. "Madison, please put them down."
The former rodeo queen shot her best friend a quizzical look. "Sure about that?"
Delilah nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. We're not going to get anywhere if we're at each other's throats, I learned that the hard way."
Madison shrugged. "Good point, but say the word and I'll knock this devil bitch into the next century." She dropped Christine, who landed with a thud, and gently set Maggie down.
Once Christine had scrambled to her feet, she noticed that Billy had not taken his eyes off of Delilah the whole time, and joined him in the stare, while the others once again watched the three of them looking at one another. Her baby sister was the first to break the silence.
"Are you ok?" Delilah didn't know why she asked that, neither did anybody else. She shouldn't even care, especially after they had behaved in the factory, but a part of her wanted to be the bigger person that she knew she could be.
"Sort of. Are you ok?" Billy asked.
"Maybe some day I will be." Delilah didn't know why she said that, either, but she was so numb it was as if she didn't care.
Christine interjected. "I have a missing tooth, but I'm fine. You look like shit."
"You're one to talk, you look worse than me."
"I know. Where did you learn to fight like that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
They both faintly laughed. For a moment, it was as if none of this had transpired and they were sisters again. It was rather odd, and the others had caught on quickly in the midst of confusion. The brief clarity passed just as quickly as it started and Delilah set herself into mature mode. If they wanted to get to the bottom of everything, the digging process needed to start now.
"Alright." She took a deep breath. "Well, we-"
"Delilah!" Carl jogged in, with Beth holding Judith behind him and Tara right behind her. He ran up and hugged Delilah.
"Hey, kidlet." She slowly returned the hug, which he tightened before releasing.
"I heard about what happened, are you ok?" He seemed genuinely upset judging by the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes.
Delilah nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." She looked over at Beth and Tara, giving them a weak smile. "Hi, girls." Her smile widening a bit upon seeing Judith. "Aww, hi Suite Judy Blue Eyes. How is she?"
"She's good, but how are you feeling?" Beth asked.
"Are you sure you're alright? That was a crazy scene back there, you sure are a BAMF if I ever saw one." Tara nodded in approval, making Delilah smirk a little.
"You've got a gnarly scratch on your neck." Carl said as he pointed, which Delilah quickly covered with her hand out of self consciousness.
"I know. You should see the other guy."
He turned around, looking at Billy and Christine. Carl was so focused on Delilah that he hadn't even noticed them. "This is them? Your sister and your fiancé?"
"Yes, Christine and Billy."
Carl just stared at the two of them, speechless, before his face twisted into an angry glare and he drew his fist back, punching Billy in the stomach as hard as he could, surprising everybody. Christine gasped while Billy groaned and temporarily buckled over ever so slightly, attempting to get his breathing back, both of them astonished as to how such a scrawny tween had a punch like that.
"You're a fucking idiot."
"Carl!" Rick scolded, embarrassed by his son's choice of words, even if they were deserved, but not even that stopped the young boy from telling the couple off.
"Why would you leave her behind like that? Don't you realize who and what you gave up? How can you live with yourselves? And you-" He turned to Christine with a glare. "You're just plain evil. Delilah is the best sister anybody could want or have, not just to me, but to all of us. If there's something you don't like about yourself, try to fix it and not kill off the competition so you can win no contest."
Christine didn't say anything, all she did was look on, almost ashamed but clearly uncomfortable that a boy twelve years younger had stood up to her. Billy was the one that spoke up with a guilt-ridden and forlorn look on his face.
"I don't live very well with myself, it was a horrible decision that I'll regret for the rest of my life." It was apparent by the tone in his voice how much he meant what he said, but Carl wasn't buying it.
"Whatever. You know what? Maybe you leaving Delilah behind was the best thing you could have done, because she's with my dad now and he wouldn't dare do to her what you two did. Your loss is our gain."
"Carl, that's enough."
He looked over at his father confidently. "Don't worry, Dad. I said all I've needed to say." Carl shot them one final look before standing at Delilah's side, who ruffled his hat.
"Thanks, Carl. You've sure got balls, buddy. Pop, lock, and shoot it?"
Rick cleared his throat as she and Carl locked fingers. "Delilah." She looked over at him and he nodded his head over at Billy and Christine, causing her smile to disappear.
"Oh, right." She released hands with Carl and stepped forward, the staid look intact once again. "As I was saying, we're all here now and it's not like anybody can leave without getting answers. I think we've gotten all our frustrations out, so it's time to talk about this in a mature manner. No physical fights or harsh words, we're going to talk this out like adults." They were all in the same room, and Delilah was finally provided with a chance to receive some answers, granted that they would tell her the truth. She glanced over at Christine. "Can you handle that?"
She shrugged. "Sure."
Delilah then turned her gaze to Billy. "What about you?"
He nodded. "I'll tell you everything. Is there somewhere we can go and talk?"
"No, whatever you have to say to me, you can say it in front of them. Besides, I don't think the three of us can be trusted to be alone together right now."
"Alright, fair enough."
"Before we start," Delilah started pointing around the room at each person. "This is Madison, Maggie, Maggie's husband Glenn and her little sister Beth, Tara, Rick's kids Carl and Judith, and Rick Grimes, my boyfriend." She shot her sister and ex fiance a look like "Yeah, that's right. Wanna challenge that?", which left them both intimidated.
"Hi." Billy quietly replied.
"He used to be a cop." Christine interjected with a wink at Rick.
"Yeah, so don't test him. Also, don't think that went unnoticed, Chrissy. You took one boyfriend from me, I'll be damned if I let you take another." Before her bitch of a big sister could retort, Delilah asked the first question. "When did it happen? When did you two sleep together?"
Billy answered. "December 10th."
She remembered, her and Billy had been broken up for just about two weeks. "I remember now, we got into an argument two weeks before over what song we should use for the first dance at our wedding. I wanted "Can You Feel The Love Tonight?" by Elton John, you wanted "Burning Love" by Elvis Presley, and I told you-"
"There won't be any hokey Elvis songs at my wedding." He dared to crack a smile, as did Delilah.
"Yeah, I did, and we got into a huge fight. God, we were so young and stupid back then." She turned to Rick. "See, Rick? I told you I used to be a brat." She turned back to Billy. "After we made up, we decided on-"
""Come Away With Me" by Norah Jones." They both replied.
Once again, Delilah exchanged in a brief laugh with one of her betrayers, and everybody had caught on. They were a little puzzled, but weren't too worried. Delilah pulled herself together and dove back into business with a crucial question. "Billy, I have to know. You're one of the hottest guys I've ever met in my life. I mean, a guy that looks like you can get any girl he wants. Why Christine? Why, WHY my sister? Wasn't there anybody better?" Her immaturity and bitterness may have shone through with her statement, but in Delilah's mind, it made sense, and her logic went unquestioned by the others. Billy looked at her with a serious yet sad gaze.
"Honestly? I thought she was you."
Delilah sarcastically laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right."
Christine shook her head. "No, it's true. He said your name the whole time."
"You did?" Delilah raised an eyebrow, as did the others.
"It was the night of Harry's Christmas party. I was really drunk and she was wearing this dress of yours. I woke up a few hours later and realized the mistake I made."
HARRY'S GUEST ROOM, OXNARD, CA, DECEMBER 11TH, 2010, 2:00 am
Billy opened his eyes and instantly regretted it as he was hit with a blasting headache. He groaned, rubbing his temples. "That is the last time I do jäger bombs. I'm getting too old for this shit." Billy was about to sit up until he realized he was fully naked, along with the feeling of somebody's arms wrapped around his waist as they stirred themselves awake. "Delilah?"
"Noo…" It wasn't the melodic voice of his Delilah, this voice had a drawl. He looked down as a girl with dishwater blonde popped her head up, a smile on her face. Even though it was pretty dark, he knew right away who it was. "Good morning, gorgeous man."
"Christine?!" Billy practically fell out of bed, he couldn't get away from her faster. He sat up to see her smiling and became worried. "What the hell happened last night? Did we?" He pointed back and forth between the two of them, feeling his heart sink into the pit of his stomach when Christine's smile broadened as she nodded.
"Yes, we did. I must say, Billy, you are pretty damn great in the sheets. It took you a while to rev up the engine, but you definitely crossed the finish line with flying colors at the speed of light. Why don't we have Round 2?" She reached out her arm, only for him to flinch the moment her hand touched him.
"Where are my clothes? I have to get out of here." Billy found his boxer briefs and jeans, sliding them on in a hurry before standing up and looking for his shirt while she drooled over his magnificent body.
Christine scrunched her eyebrows up in confusion. PLEASE, THIS CAN'T HAPPEN AGAIN! "Why? We were having such a good time."
"No, we weren't. I was drunk, I think you were also, and it was a mistake. Also, did you forget that I'm marrying your sister?"
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's not like you cheated on her, you've been broken up since before Thanksgiving."
"It doesn't matter, because it's only temporary. She can never know about this, it's nothing more than a drunk one night stand." Billy threw his shirt on, buttoning it up and sat down to put on his shoes while Christine became more desperate.
"But I thought we were going to start going together now! You know how I've always felt about you!"
Billy looked at her, now he was the one that was confused. "What made you think that? People say lots of things that don't make sense when they're drunk. Look, I know your breakup with Rob was difficult, but jumping into bed with a guy isn't going to solve your problems. You're better than that. We've been friends for a long time, and I don't think we should screw it up over this. The last thing I want is for there to be this huge awkward nasty riff. You're going to find a great guy, there's somebody for everybody. Delilah is just my somebody. No matter what we argue over, that's how it's always been and that's how it's going to be. Nothing will change that. She's my one and only." He leaned over, grabbing Christine's hand and laying a kiss on the back of her palm, a sign of friendship and respect. "I'm sorry things couldn't work out for us." Billy stood up and walked to the door as he looked at Christine. "I have some buddies coming in from Texas next week, really great guys, I'll be sure to introduce you to them. Bye, Christine, I'll see you soon." He opened the door and walked out, leaving Christine that much more annoyed and upset, but it slightly subsided as a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Oh, don't worry, Billy. We will be together."
DELILAH AND RACHELLE'S MANSION, WOOD RANCH, SIMI VALLEY, CA, AN HOUR LATER
"She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it."
Billy was outside Delilah's house with his electric blue Fender Stratocaster, better known as "Billy Boy Blue", and portable amp. Delilah had always been a huge Matchbox Twenty/Rob Thomas fan, the memory of how bezerk she went when the band went on stage at their March 2008 Staples Center concert brought a smile to his lips whenever he thought about it. There was an acoustic piano version of "3 A.M." that Rob Thomas performed on VH1's Storytellers that was beyond flawless, but Billy didn't even dare to attempt replicating it. His guitar was loud enough that Delilah could hear from her bedroom window on the other side of the house, but it had been two and a half minutes and the only responses he got were barking dogs and scowling neighbors.
"Turn the music off!"
"I'm trying to sleep here!"
"If that's not off in 5 seconds, I'm calling the cops!"
He turned around, facing the street. "Knock it off, I'm trying to get my girl back!" Billy turned back to face the house. "DE-LI-LAH! DELILAH SCARLETT DALTREY STEVERSON, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" His pleas only made the complaints louder.
"Shut the fuck up, Singing Romeo!"
"This isn't "Say Anything", Jackass!"
All of this only made Billy resume singing, but this time, a different song, another one of Delilah's favorites. He began to belt out the words as the guitar's tempo became more gentle.
"Oh I, have a lot to say
I was thinking on my time away
I miss you and things weren't the same
Cause everything inside, it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me want to die."
Before he could lead into the chorus, Delilah's mother Rachelle walked out of the house wearing a long velour black and leopard print bathrobe with powder blue UGG slippers. It was a little eerie how similar the two of them looked, it definitely provided Billy with a view of how Delilah would look at her mother's age. Judging by the look on her face, she was not happy but not mad, more ambivalent than anything.
"Billy? What are you doing out here? Are you aware of the time?"
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Daltrey." He slightly blushed, embarrassed. "You look exceptionally lovely this evening."
She looked closely at him. "Thanks, but it's Rachelle, and you know I went back to my maiden name. Billy, hun, have you been drinking?"
Billy nodded. "I mean, I was, but I'm sober now, I've been sober for a few hours I reckon. I need to talk to your daughter."
"I don't think right now is the best time." Delilah had been very depressed lately, and Rachelle worried that seeing Billy would make her daughter's depression even worse.
"Love never waits, Rachelle. I love her, I wanna marry her."
At that moment, Delilah's dog Motley came running out of the house, barking. Motley was a fourteen year old light Golden Retriever that didn't have much longer to live, but that was hard to sense considering how energetic he was in his old age. He jumped up on Billy, who bent down to the dog's level as he was greeted with friendly nuzzles and ear licks.
"Hey, boy! How are you?" Billy pet the excited pup before standing up and looking at Rachelle again. "I have to talk to Delilah, I need to tell her this." He positioned his guitar again, to which Rachelle hopelessly shook her head.
"Billy, don't." Except he was on a high of youthful tenacity that was unstoppable, and he began to sing again, unaware that Delilah had stepped outside.
"I'm sorry I'm bad
I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss
I love all your sounds
Baby the way you make my world go round
And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, baby
I'm sorry, baby, yeah
I'm sorry."
"Billy?" Delilah stood next to her mother, wearing a light pink satin short kimono robe with purple cherry blossoms all over it, loosely covering her grey tanktop, blue and green striped boxer shorts, and large yellow Mickey Mouse feet slippers that always cracked him up.
When he saw her, Billy got a stupid, silly grin on his face. "Delilah! You're awake." He walked up to her.
"Billy, what are you-" Before she was finished asking her question, Billy had placed his hands on her face, planting a sweet and lingering kiss on her lips, pressing their bodies together. Delilah let out a muffled surprised squeal in his mouth, but found herself reciprocating the kiss almost immediately.
The whole scene touched Rachelle's heart a bit. "I'll leave you kids alone to take care of this. Come on, Motley." She whistled and the dog, who had been watching the whole thing with piqued interest, came trotting over. I hope I'm doing the right thing. Rachelle thought to herself as she and Motley went inside the house. Once they were alone, the young lovers separated from the kiss a few seconds later, Delilah was still mystified.
"What are you doing here? Were you playing "3 A.M." by Matchbox Twenty?" She watched him nod before speaking again. "Why? That song is about his mother's battle with cancer, it's not really a love song."
"I know, but I remembered you saying something about always playing that song whenever you were up at 3:00 AM and "Four in the Morning" by Gwen Stefani whenever you're up at 4:00 AM. I know what the song is about, so that's why I followed it up with "Sorry" by Buckcherry. Delilah, I need you to remember this." Billy started strumming on his guitar again, playing a tune Delilah exceptionally loved.
"Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight
I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry
For one so small,

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you,

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here

Don't you cry
'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart, always."
Delilah watched the whole scene in awe, Billy had his eyes on her the whole time. She absolutely adored Phil Collins, and "You'll Be In My Heart" always stood out to her, it was one of the songs that was played at the Senior Life Skills Retreat. Delilah almost thought that Billy really screwed up to be this apologetic, but maybe he was coming to his senses and actually felt sorry. Once he finished the chorus, he took his guitar off and gently set it down, getting on his knees while taking Delilah's hands in his own. "I am so, so, sorry for my behavior and how I've been acting, baby. I didn't mean any of those things I said, there's just a lot going on for me right now, for both of us. I think you're the most amazing girl I've ever met and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You don't need those medications, they're making things worse. We have to get you off of them, I'm here for you and I want to help in whatever way I can. Please, take me back, darlin?"
She almost wanted to laugh, every time he said "darlin'", it was one of the few words that revealed the slightest hint of a Southern accent. Delilah had tears in her eyes, wishing she could tell him the reason why she was so depressed, about how she had to kill a zombiefied Angelo over six months ago. Rumors of a possible apocalypse spreading to California had been circulating for quite some time, but she couldn't risk revealing what she had to do, or she'd have to go back to the place she dreaded most… While she could tell he had been drinking, she sensed that maybe he had taken something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but his words were so sweet and poignant. Delilah knew that what they had was real love that had faults but would last forever.
"Is everything alright, Delilah? We've received some noise complaints." Billy and Delilah turned around to see Louie Rucker, a portly looking man with squinty eyes, thinning auburn hair, and a wide toothy grin, inside his white security SUV. He was one of the security guards for Fitzgerald Caledonia Estates, the gated community that Delilah had moved to with her mom and sister after her father died, and a good man at that. Louie knew the family well, he had been called on several times over the years when Delilah had outbursts when she was younger. Delilah nodded.
"Yes, Louie. It's all good, I've got it under control."
He returned the nod. "Alright, if you say so, I trust you." Louie was about to roll up the window when he stopped. "Oh, Delilah. Thank you and your mother both so much for the delicious home baked treats. The boys down at the guardhouse went crazy for them, we even had to go raid the batch you girls delivered to the police department and firehouse down the road because we finished ours."
Delilah smiled and giggled. "Of course, it's not a problem. You all do so much for this community and this city, it's the least we can do, showing the holiday spirit and how thankful we are."
He smiled. "You're a doll. I'll see you around."
"Alright, thanks for coming out. Night, Fuddrucker."
"Sweet dreams, jelly bean. Don't let go of her, young man." He rolled his window up before Billy could reply and promptly drove away.
"Don't worry, I won't." Billy turned his attention back to Delilah with hopeful eyes and she felt her frustrations dwindling on why they broke up.
"I missed you so much, Billy. I'm sorry I was such a brat. I didn't mean to be so immature about all this."
"No, I'm just as much to blame. Let's forget about it all and move forward, ok?"
Delilah grinned. "OK, that sounds perfect. Do you wanna come inside?"
Billy flashed her his perfect smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that." He rose to his feet and wrapped Delilah up in his arms in a tight hug. "I love you, Chickpea."
"I love you, too, Babeadee." Delilah stepped back, standing on her tiptoes as she pulled his face down to her level and gave him a loving kiss. She smiled and intertwined her fingers through his. "I thought of a song we could use instead."
Billy picked up his guitar and followed her inside. "Oh yeah, what is it?" He asked as he closed the door behind them.

It was obvious that all three of them had simultaneously reflected on the story as he told it. It was also obvious how deep of a love these two once had. Rick instantly thought back on Christine's words about not being surprised if Delilah went back to Billy, and it left an awful feeling in his stomach.
The memory was a truly touching one, it almost made her want to cry, but Delilah was a little baffled above everything else. How could he not have felt the difference? She remembered the dress, it was a striped red, white, and green strapless cocktail dress that her grandma had sent for Christmas the year before. It wasn't really Delilah's style, so Christine insisted on taking it, despite the fact that it was too small. She had been determined to land a guy that night, it's why Delilah had left the party earlier in the evening the moment she saw Billy and how drunk he was, little did she know that her sister would end up with her fiancé.
"I remember. You were always serenading me with some song, knowing I was young and stupid enough to swoon. Did you do anything with her after we got back together?"
He shook his head. "That's not why I did it, I was expressing myself and it made you happy. She kind of kissed me once, but I didn't reciprocate."
"That was then, this is now. Honestly, after everything that's happened, I'm willingly to overlook that, but that's the only thing."
Trying to break the uncomfortable strain, Billy asked the next question. "Why didn't you try to contact us on the Iridium phone or use the Beacon to let us know you were still alive?"
"There was obviously a reason you abandoned me. Why continue to stay where I wasn't wanted? She wanted you to herself, you went along with it, and I was just in the way. Right, Christine?" She glanced over at her older sister, who now appeared to be visibly perturbed. "Got something you want to add, Sister Christian?" In true tradition of nicknaming somebody after a song, Delilah called her "Sister Christian" after the song by Night Ranger and Billy "Piano Rebel" since he was a big fan of the two most famous musicians named Billy, Joel and Idol. Christine huffed.
"Of course I do. He went back to you every single time, no matter what you did. It should've been me. I was the one that loved him long before you did and loved him more than you ever could. You were getting in the way of my happiness and had to be eliminated, except even when you weren't around, Billy still wanted you over me." Christine brought her hand to her chest, and something glistening immediately caught Rick's eye. It was a gold animal shaped piece of jewelry that was adorned with bright stones. It didn't take long for Delilah to notice and go wide eyed, forgetting everything that her sister had just admitted.
"Where did you get that?"
OMG! WHAT DOES CHRISTINE HAVE THAT BOTH RICK AND DELILAH ARE FIXATED ON?!
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