Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 15.

Good news. I get released from the Hospital today. I just woke up and Liam is on his way with clothes for me to change into. He ran by my house and grabbed me an outfit. Harry went back to his penthouse to change.

I talked to Harry again about if I can stay at him penthouse for a bit till I get things sorted out. I don't want to go home because of Dylan and I am still petrified of what I saw there. I don't think I'll be able to stay there anymore after that.

Harry just said, "Fine. But not for long. I don't think I will be able to babysit you 24/7 for that long." I just agreed. I will stay anywhere than home. Do I even call it home anymore?

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I walk over and open it up.

"Here's your clothes. Figured you'd want something comfortable to I grabbed the comfiest thing I could find." Liam explains. He brought me my green sweats and white tank top. "Oh yeah. I also brought you new sneakers cause your last pair seemed a bit... bloody.."

"Thanks Liam." I smile.

"Just let me know when you're ready to go." Liam says before sitting in the chair next to my bed. I take the clothes from his hands and go into the bathroom to change.

I get on the clothes and sneakers. The doctors gave me a toothbrush and toothpaste to use. I just threw my hair up into a messy bun. Maybe Liam will let us stop by my house to grab some things before we head to the penthouse.

I open up the door and walk out of the bathroom.

"Ready?" Liam asks, seeing I walked out of the bathroom.

"Yeah... uh.. Liam?" I start. "Do you think we can stop by my house so I can grab some things?"

"Yeah." He simply says, getting up and walking out of the room. I follow behind him. I wave at the nurses that took care of me. Sometimes I feel like people don't appreciate them enough.

We walk out of the building and head over to his car. I wait for him to unlock the vehicle before getting in. Liam starts up the car and leaves the parking lost, heading to my house.

"Thank you for bringing me clothes." I say.

"You already thanked me." Liam states.

"Oh.. sorry." I apologize.

"Stop saying sorry."

"sor-...ok.." I clear my throat. I look out the window and watch all of the trees go by.

I wonder what Dylan is doing right now. Probably with some girl. I hate the fact he's always in my head. Telling what I should and shouldn't do. I just want him out. I spent years just letting him do and say things to me that are so wrong. I never realized it because I was and probably am blinded by love. I loved him so much and because of that, it would make me push past everything he did because I thought he'd change.

The funny part is that I would watch movies and read books about people in abusive relationships and not being able to leave until they finally snap. I would always think, "There's no way that could be me. I'd just leave." Until finally I realized, I was that girl that couldn't leave.

I had to learn to stop telling myself I could fix him. In a relationship, shouldn't you be laughing, smiling, and making good memories? I don't think you are supposed to be constantly upset and hurting. I walked on eggshells around him to avoid getting hurt.

I don't think people realize how much strength it takes to pull your own self out of poisonous situations with someone you love so deeply. What hurts is I sat there and just let him mentally abuse me because I was in love. He destroyed every little bit of me and I let him. I let him...