delilah / ten / cb

delilah rothbauer

"Dustin, it's been nearly a month. Get up."

I throw the nearest piece of wadded up underwear - ew - at the child. Ever since our brother died, Dustin's been bedridden. As if he's got some terminal illness. As if we still don't have work to do. I feel bad for the kid. I feel bad for me - I haven't had the chance to mourn, I've only had the chance to support. It's hard to let that supportive wall down around Dustin. Mom has yet to fulfill the position of her motherly role. Because of that, I'm mom. I have to sit there at night when Dustin gets reminded of a skull-cracked Damion, rubbing his back, holding his head to my chest, telling him that "it's best that he didn't come home."

But was it?

Damion was the business man. The breadwinner. The guy that we could count to run the store - because god, fuck me if I'm the one to take over once our parents die.

- damion's sister! she/s 16.
- motherly, stone-faced. doesn't like to show her emotions to dustin.
- feels that her own mother has failed to be there for them. she hasn't had much time to process damion's death outside of time with her boyfriend.
- very structured/business oriented. if the party is at 7, she's there at 6:30
- despite this she does NOT want to take over the store. she's always felt more like a worker than a child to her family, and is tired of working for a company.
- will tell you how it is