The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 73

I woke up the next morning by myself, still naked and sore as hell. I got up and examined myself in the mirror; the entire length of the right side of my neck was covered in dark bruises.

"Dammit, Noel" I muttered

I gathered my hair on one side, covering my neck. That didn't work either, there were tiny bruises from Noel's fingers on the other side. I moved my hair on either side covering the bruises.
I found one of Liam's shirts in the closet and pulled it on as the door opened and Liam burst in.

"Babe, get up!" I turned around and he practically ran to where I stood. "Oh good, you're up, come with me"

He took my hand and pulled me through the house.

"Liam, what is it?"

He stopped and turned to face me. "I know you're mad at me, but I got you something"

"What?"

"Close your eyes and come outside"

"Liam, I can't go outside it's November and I don't have pants on"

"You 'ave to"

"Let me put pants on then"

"Nope" he swept his arms under my legs and in his arms. "C'mon"

"Liam, oh my god, no, put me down!"

Somehow he got the door open and the cold air hit my bare skin. I buried my face in his shoulder.

"Liam, please take me back inside, it's freezing"

"Look first"

"Liam" I shivered

"Look and we'll get to go back inside"

I turned and looked just as a blast of cold wind blew. There was a car sitting in the driveway that I'd never seen before.

"Where did that come from?"

"The dealership" he grinned

"Whose is it? Why is it here? When does it need to go back?"

"It doesn't, it's 'ere because it's yours"

"Mine?" I repeated "What do you mean it's mine?"

"I bought it for you"

"You bought me a car?"

He nodded, obviously quite pleased with himself.

"Put me down"

"Babe, what's-"

"Put me down" I said again

He did this time and I walked back into the house. He followed very confused.

"Babe, what is it?"

"I can't believe you bought me a fucking car" I turned to look at him "Do you ever think before you do something?"

"Don't y'like it?"

I sighed "Liam, it's a fucking car; how is that even practical? I don't drive!"

He could never do something like a normal husband; most men brought home flowers and chocolate, not fucking cars.

"Now y'can learn"

"Can you take it back?"

"No"

Of course not

I stormed down the hall to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of my sweats, since that's the only thing that fit me right now. I brushed out my hair and put on some lipstick; a girl needed something to feel pretty and not fat and disgusting. I walked back out to the living room and sighed sitting on the couch. Liam sat next to me.