there are two? (delilah)

[phoebe kiara dawson]

Phoebe has been most of the night working on some new dresses. She was trying hard to get a good grade at it, this was her dream and she wasn’t going to let sleep ruin it. She knew that she had the talent she just had to use her imagination and make sure it was something new and fresh. This was the last one, she was excited to go home because her mothers were probably very worried, she had told them that she stayed later to finish but with a serial killer on the loose a person could never know. Finishing the last touches with the sewing machine and adding a few extras with a needle it was ready. She looked at it and nodded it with confidence. “it’s perfect.” She said out loud even though she knew there was no one around to listen but she didn’t care. she then started to put everything away before she left towards her car. She loved her car, it was a Peugeot 206 convertible and since it was a great day she let the put down.

As she walked towards the car, she was taking the keys off her purse it was when someone grabbed her from behind and pushed her forcedly against the car. For a second she thought it was the killer, she was done, maybe she should have listened to her mothers because she was about to die. But soon a voice echoed on her ear. “finally. We found her.” A man voice said. Found her? What? She thought as he spoke again. “delilah emerson o'hagan, you are under arrest for disrespecting an authority and dui. You have the right to remain silent… ” he started as he handcuffed her. She tried to break free and look back towards the man. “my name is phoebe dawson, I don’t know who that Delilah girl here. Let me go. This is police brutality.” She said as she tried to break free from the handcuffs but nothing worked. “sure Delilah, we don’t fall for that anymore. You do not have a twin sister and stop inventing different names for her. Get into the car.” He said as her pushed her into the police car.

The ride over the police station phoebe tried and tried to convince the policemen that she wasn’t this Delilah they were speaking off, she didn’t even knew a Delilah for crying out loud. Nothing worked. Whoever this girl was it was a messed up person because they kept talking about her and all the things she had done. She finally gave up, she had the right to a call now didn’t she? She was going to call her mother and ask her to come to the station and everything was going to sort itself out. They took her off the car and pushed her into the station. As she passed by she heard people saying hey Delilah and here again girl and stuff like that, indicating this person they speak off has been here a lot before. Then she gasped hard. They were actually putting her in a cell. “no, wait… I have the right of at least one phone call… let me call my parents?” she pleaded as they all laughed at her. “sure girl. Just get in there.” The man said as he pushed her into the cell and closed it behind her. She was actually in a jail cell… and she hadn’t done anything. “I have the right to a phone call…” she said as he turned around and held on to the bars. “I am not Delilah. My name is phoebe dawson…” she yelled but it was no good. She was stuck in there for god knows how long.

note: omg i got inspired. <3

[delilah emerson o'hagan]

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ONE FOOT IN THE SEA, ONE ON THE SHORE,
MY HEART WAS NEVER PURE,

The had been as normal as any, Delilah had skipped school, spent most of her day at the current guy who she was seeing's place smoking pot and playing video games and just generally wasting the day up until he had to go to work despite her complaining and her trying to convince him to just call in sick again and stay with her. After hitching a ride with him to the mall she just wandered aimlessly through the stores occasionally throwing the odd item that caught her eye into her bag. Over the years she had become quite the talented little shop lifter and she had got away with some serious swag since she started, of course there was the times she was caught but more often than not she ended up walking out of the mall with a few hundred bucks of stuff without paying a time or spending a second in a cell or cop car. Her other major skill was pick pocketing, this was the one she had not once been caught for and one that was the most lucrative, though it was luck of the draw a lot of the time, even the richest looking people sometimes only had a few notes floating in their wallets and others seemed to have checked out their whole bank account, it just depended on who you got.

Delilah had always had sticky fingers, her father used to always tell her the stories about when she was just a tiny little girl and she would grab things as they went along in the supermarket, they would get her hope and take her out of her buggy to find a hoard of stuff hiding under her blanket. Back then it was funny, now a days her mother was less impressed with it, not that she was ever impressed with anything Delilah ever did. It was to piss the woman off that started her criminal ways in the first place and it was why she didn't particularly mind the days she got caught because each time she did it was another nail in her mothers once upon a time upstanding reputation. As she was wandering out of one of the more expensive boutiques in the mall the alarm started to ring. Before anyone around her had a second to react she took off as fast as her little legs could carry her though she knew her chanced of escape were slim to none. Before she reached the back doors there was a set of security waiting to apprehend her and after some kicking and screaming took her to wait for the cops in the managers office of the mall. "Delilah O'Hagan, what a surprise..."

[/i] she heard the familiar voice from behind and rolled her eyes, of all of the cops around town, he was probably her least favorites. "What a surprise, my favorite pig." she grumbled with no more kind words spared she was cuffed up and roughly escorted to the police car.

Once at the station she was dragged out of the car, passed onto some other cop and shoved towards the all too familiar cells, once again kicking and screaming "Get your fucking hands off me you slimy pig" she swung her head and managed to catch the rooky new officer in the nose, anyone who had delt with her before knew to expect that, this unfortunate guy didn't seem to have got the memo. He released her to grab his bleeding nose and she just stood and laughed at him as he cussed at her. Hearing the ruckus the officer who had brought who he had thought was Deliah in already came to see what was going on and just started at her dumbfoundedly for a good while. "Holy shit she wasn't lying"[/i] he mumbled to himself before he came back to his senses and grabbed the real Delilah who was also pretty confused, she'd been here too many times to count and never been greeted like that before. The rest of the people who recognized her mirrored the officers dumbfounded face. "What the hell is going on?" clearly having no words to say the officer holding her just stood her in front of the cell that her mirror image was locked up in.
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Words: 700ish | Status: finished | Muse: decent | Notes: <3

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