The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 53

The next couple of days, Liam was driving me crazy. He was so overbearing and protective I wanted to kill him.
He wouldn't let me get out of bed, the only thing he let me eat was toast because every time he made me soup I would throw up.
If this was Liam when I had the flu, he was going to crack when he found out I was pregnant. I could just see it now; padding on every corner in the house, and six dead bolts on the door; and if we had a daughter she would never leave the house in anything but a parka.

I got out of bed and walked down the hall, as soon as he heard footsteps Liam looked up from the TV.

"Babe..."

I pointed a finger at him. "Stay"

"What are y'doin' out of bed?"

"I've been in bed for three days; I'm tired of staring at our bedroom walls"

I sat next to him "I feel fine, if I feel sick I'll go lay down"

He sighed. "Fine, I already called Noel"

I frowned "What the hell for?"

"Told 'im I ain't goin' tomorrow"

"Liam!"

"What?"

"You're fucking going!"

"Not when you're like this I'm not"

"Yes, you are!" He was impossible. "I don't care if I'm sick for a fucking month! (Or three) you aren't going to leave them high and dry"

I got off the couch and went and picked up the phone in the kitchen.

"Who are y'callin'?" He asked getting up.

I ignored him and dialled the number

Liam stood in the doorway while it rang in my ear and Noel picked up.

"Hello?"

"He's going"

"Lyla?"

"Yes"

"Lyla, I'm not-" Liam started from the doorway

I pointed my finger at him and grit my teeth. "Shut up, I'm furious with you"

"So is he comin' or not?"

"He's fucking going to Leeds and Wolverhampton and wherever the fuck else you're going, he's going"

"Lyla I ain't fuckin' leavin' y'here by yourself"

"Liam I swear to god shut the fuck up or I'll leave you right now"

I could hear Noel laughing on the other end. "What is so fucking funny?"

"It's that fuckin' interview all over again"

"What interview?"

Noel just laughed again. "Just ask 'im about the fuckin' ferry"

I hung up the phone without saying anything else and glared at Liam. "I can take care of myself for a few days; I've been doing it for a while"

"You're a fuckin' cunt"

My mouth fell open in disbelief "Excuse me?"

"A cunt, Lyla, you're a fucking cunt"

I was half a step from slamming his head into the wall when the phone rang.
I stopped and answered it, mindful not to scream into the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Lyla sweetheart, it's Peggy, how are you?"

"Hi Peggy" I answered looking at Liam before I burst into tears.