Page 28 of Words from the Heart
“NO!” She bolted up from the bed. “I never got any messages or missed calls from her. I thought…” she pressed her fingers to her forehead, “I thought she was disappointed in me and didn’t want a relationship.” Pacing the floor, she grabbed her cell phone from the dresser.
“Delilah…” Parker stood, “What are you doing?”
But she had the phone pressed to her ear, signaling him with one finger. “John… did you fucking screen my calls and messages when we were together?”
Parker couldn’t hear his response, but he could read her body language, and she was pissed.
“No John… that is not what I asked you. DID. YOU. SCREEN. MY. CALLS?”
Delilah erupted, “WHAT THE FUCK!! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO KEEP ME FROM HER!”
Parker snatched the phone from her hand, John was trying to convince her why he had done it.
“Baby… I just felt like she would take you from me. She called every day. It was obsessive.”
“Listen, John,” Parker barked into the phone. “You don’t call Delilah baby. You don’t call her, come see her – hell, you don’t even mention her name ever again. Momma Belle would have never taken her from you. But listen and listen well. Delilah is not property. She’s a person who deserves to be treated like a goddess. And if she will let me, I’ll be the one to take her heart – and guard it from assholes like you.”
Parker disconnected the call, slamming the phone down on the dresser. “Come on,” he grabbed Delilah’s hand, “you need to eat. Then we can see what secrets she had to tell you. But not on an empty stomach.”
Delilah shook her head and let Parker drag her downstairs, the letter from Momma Belle temporarily forgotten.
