LIAM
Throughout the drive, no words were uttered between us. It pained me to see how bad things had gotten.
To be quite fair, I am mostly to blame. I kept my gaze on the street as he glared straight ahead. I am sure the cab driver caught onto the tension.
No one seemed to be in a hurry to say anything, especially me. I was scared of the talk because I didn't know if I was ready to admit to my insecurities. When he got to his hotel, he swiped his key card and held the door for me like the gentleman he is.
I looked around the room and I noticed his duffle bag on the couch. Means he hasn't unpacked yet, which means he won't be staying long. I turned to face him and he was there holding two glasses of water. I gulped mine as dread kicked in.
I had barely put down the glass when he spoke up,
"Why?"
The pain behind his words tore through my heart. For a moment, I wished I could rewind time and talk to him sooner.
Maybe I could have saved both of us unnecessary hurt, but I didn't. So now I have the man who once stared at me with so much and love and adoration looking at me like a traitor.
He looked miserable and I couldn't blame myself enough.
" I... I- l am sorry." I whispered courage deserting me.
"If you didn't want to be with me anymore, all you had to do was say so." He rasped calmly.
"I know." I answered guilt eating through my entire being.
"Please help me understand what changed," He muttered turning his anguished face away from me.
"You agreed to visit only once a month... " I started nervously
" And...?" he urged
" It's not like we can't afford." He exclaimed softly, " and it left me wondering if maybe... that maybe you wanted time to do other things."
" What are you insinuating?" he asked frustratingly turning to face me once again.
"I figured if you are busy for me, then I should be the same for you."
"This is what I feared. Immature tactics." He groaned rubbing his temples, "Why didn't you voice your concerns?" I did not know. That's a lie, I knew. I thought he would miss me, change his damn mind and spend all the weekends here, with me.
"I thought you were cheating on me," I blurted instead. And it wasn't a complete lie. I kept thinking that maybe the reason he opted for only one weekend was so be could see other people, maybe even an inmate.
"Why the hell would I do that?" He was livid. Seeing red.
" I thought... I thought..."
" What did you think, Liam." He snapped taking a step forward and I stepped back instinctively. His eyes widened. Shit!
"I love you," I tried to play that card but it didn't faze him. If anything, it angered him.
"You don't know what love is" he spat coldly. "I am the one who loved you, whatever you felt me doesn't come close."
" I'm sorry, Daniel. I have no excuse for being stupid." I accepted defeat.
"You made a decision and now I have to make mine."
"I didn't think it through..." I said desperately. I didn't like his resignation tone. He was giving up on us, I felt it. "I thought it would make you reconsider the one-weekend rule."
He was silent. For a little while.
"You chose to be a shitty partner, that's on you." He declared thoughtfully. "I can't deal with this anymore."
"Do you hate me?" I can deal with anything. Just not his hatred.
"No," he chuckled bitterly. "And I visited once a month because I didn't want to stifle you.
I wanted you enough space and time to live your full university experience." He paused and paced around the room,
"I still want you, but not like this. He finished.
"What does that mean for us?"
" It means you need to grow up, if this," he gestured between us, "has any hope."
"I love you,"
"Doesn't change anything, Liam. And you know it."
"Maybe I should move back home, enroll in one of the schools around," I suggested desperately.
"Distance has nothing to do with our problems."
"Maybe if... "
"Stop," he growled. "Please..."
" Can I spend the night at least?" I knew I sounded ridiculous grasping onto torn threads, but I didn't want to lose him. I never meant for it to get this ugly.
"No," he muttured gruffly. "Just give me a moment to use the bathroom, and I will drop you back."
When he re-emerged I was standing by the window. I darted past him into the bathroom. Safely locked inside, I broke down. I couldn't hold back my sobs. Regret hit hard.
"Liam..." I heard him call softly. I wiped my tears, flushing cold water onto my face before I opened the door to face him.
"I am ready," he dropped me off and left with no promise of ever seeing him again...
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BROWN-EYED BOY ✔ (BOOK 2)
RomanceDaniel didn't just get to be warden by chance; his no-nonsense personality and integrity made him the man he is today. That is until he met Liam. Never had he been torn between the need to protect someone and his moralities. Playing dirty wasn't his...
