Chapter twenty three

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Liams POV

Dawn fades in as I rub my eyes open. I take a moment. To adjust to the blinding light. Leah is still sound asleep, she looks extremely peaceful while the morning sun glares on her on her face. I stroke her cheek and smile as I admire her natural flush, full eyebrows, freckles, and her kissable lips. I got out of bed and brushed my teeth. My mind is cluttered and I just know that today is not going to go well.
I pull my clothes on and decide to go on a drive for the day. To declutter my thoughts. My mind  flashes with memories as I stop at a traffic light. I remember when my Mom died of cancer. I remember my Dad abusing my brother and I. I even remember how my brother died when he got hit on his bike at a traffic stop just like this one.  I stop by a cafe and get my daily dose of bitter heaven. The world looks miserable today and the sun is mocking us by shining bright. I sip my coffee. I want to go home to Leah today but I can't. I can't force my problems on her. I can't see her miserable.

Leahs POV

I woke up with the blinding sun hurting me. I rolled over to an empty bunch of blankets. I summoned him but he didn't call or text. I spend the day working and trying to get in contact with him. It's almost five in the afternoon and I'm curled on the leather couch biting my manicured nails, pondering my thoughts. He left, he just fucking left. I try to call him again but still no response. It's like he just decided to disappear. Unwanted, salty tears well in my eyes and I brush them away, hating them. Hating myself for having them. Hating him for doing this to me. Hating myself for believing that he was genuine. Most of all, hating that I was naive enough to be fooled like this.
I grab all of my belongings and bring them back to my own place. I lay on my bed with my tears falling to no end. I was too tired to wipe them away anymore. I fell into a painful slumber as I think that he just used me. I wake up a little while later to a small knock on my wooden door. I rub my eyes awake. I look like a wreck with my wild hair In a bun and my joggers and stained shirt. My eyes are an unattractive shade of red from all the tears and emotional exhaustion.
Liam stands there looking completely confused. I attempt to shut the door on his face but he caught it and slammed it back open. "Leah we need to talk." I shake my head aggressively and holler "No, you're a fucking asshole and you made your intentions pretty fucking clear". My voice was breaking as my tears threatened to expose themselves again. "I'm sorry Leah, please" he mutters as he pulls me in. I fight against his chest, now properly sobbing. "You left me! You fucking left me!"
"Hush Leah shhh" I calm down to his soft voice and warm touch and the pain hits me. "You left" I mumble stupidly. "Yes I know I know I'm sorry Leah I'm sorry." He whispered while he hugged me. He kisses my forehead and I question "why did you leave?" I ask him, anger flooding through my voice. I grab his face in an attempt to get a reaction but he just clenches his jaw.
"You're not gonna answer any of my questions are you? Do I not deserve an answer? Do you think you can do whatever the fuck you want and just come home and say sorry? With no fucking explanation? You fucking whoring bastard!" I shout. He squints his eyes at my last few words and laughs dryly. "I was able to do whatever the fuck I wanted before, so why should now be any different? Other bitches were always gonna be a thing for me."
I stare at him in absolute utter shock. Every vein, blood vessel, organ, and logical thought in my body was frozen in time. "What the fuck did you just say?" I mumble, still in shock. "You were nothing to me and you never will be." He has a bold smirk on his face but his eyes tell a whole other story. "Hell, I don't think you'll ever be anything to anyone Leah." I am brought back to sanity as he says my name. Adrenaline rushes through me, my blood boiling, no more tears to spill.
"Do you think I'm your fucking sex toy Liam? Someone you can just whore around with? Do you think you can just play me? Use me? Is this some sick fucking game to you?" I scream. "FUCK YOU GET THE FUCK OUT COWARD!"  I slap him across the face and kick him in the balls with every ounce of energy I had that hadn't gone towards the tears or shouting. He moved backwards, clearly in pain and I shut the door in his face and bolted it. I run to my bathroom and sink to the floor. I breakdown.
I sit there crying for what seems like hours. How could he do this to me? What had I done wrong? How can he look in the eye and say those words to me? I was right. I knew nobody could ever love me. He was probably disgusted by me. He's too good for me with his gorgeous face, body, and intense sex drive. He played me. I was played. I had promised myself this would not happen. I open my phone and block his number. I delete everything in my phone surrounding Liam. The memories, voicemails, texts, until there was no piece of him left. All of it was fake. Liam never cared for me. I was nothing to him.
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