Delilah was still mourning her fathers death too, they were so close, as well as Jess. But now he was gone forever... 

She didn't want to get up today, she never wanted to get up anymore. She woke up with grey areas under her eyes, she hadn't slept well last night, she could hardly ever sleep at nights anymore. She had nightmares of her father, horrible nightmares. But she couldn't have those, she was the youngest sister. She had to be strong...for herself and Jess.

She could talking downstairs, so she got up and looked out the window. She saw all the motorcycles there, lined up in a row. The gang was there, great she was missing the meeting. She couldn't just barge in now, could she? No...they'd all laugh. 

 She sighed and flopped back into her bed. When could this all be over... She was just about to slip back into the realm of slumber when she heard footsteps. She looked towards the door with drowsy eyes. 

 Suddenly the door burst open, and her older sister flew through. Jessica did have a flair for great entrances. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up listening to her shouts. She always over reacted, except for when he died...then she wept like a baby. Lil never wept, only in her mind, not out in the open. She couldn't let Donnie see it, or the guys. Or Jess.

 "No....Donnie can't take over...." She said slowly as she climbed out of bed. "What's gotten into his thick head that he can just replace dead like that? Does he think he's dad?" She clenched her fists. Her hair was a mess, she'd have to clean it up. "Now...couldn't you knock or something? Maybe I was sleeping, couldn't ya think of that?"