"I see through those silent lies of yours, Liv."
𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, the girl who's known to be mute in school. No one knows why though, and she doesn't want anyone to know either. Only her best friend and this certain boy want to know why. S...
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I wake up thanks to the sun shining so brightly right in my face. It takes a minute for me to fully open my eyes, taking everything in.
Adrian's arms are wrapped around me from behind, my hand was holding onto his.
Oh my god.
His arms are tightly wrapped around me, not to the extent of hurting me or anything though. Confusing thing is, I don't even mind that much nor am I scared or flinching away, things I'd usually do.
This is nice. Really nice.
And I slept amazing for once, actually feeling rested. I sleep a lot, but it's never good sleep if that makes sense. I'm always scared or worried because of dad while sleeping in that house, but last night? I felt completely safe.
All because dad wasn't under the same roof as me. He wouldn't be able to hurt me here.
Then the events of last night replay in my mind as I still lay there, not wanting to wake Adrian.
He knows.
He saw me cough up that blood, really figuring it out-practically the same way as Divine had but I kept denying it. Not last night though, not after I broke down into sobs and actually let Adrian hold me.
I push my mind away from all that, not wanting to think of it and worry. My head hurts, and I know it's not a hangover headache since I barely drank-the beer was so gross last night, but definitely something if you want to get drunk, I now know from seeing how Divine and Danny were-it's from how much I cried and sobbed last night.
I feel Adrian stir a bit in his sleep, his arms tightening more. I hear lots of talking, loud talking, from downstairs. I wonder who all ended up staying last night.
Obviously Danny and Divine, I'd hope, considering how drunk they both got, and Ashton clearly since it's his house. But there seems to be more than just them, another voice I don't know.
"Liv?" Adrian whispers, his morning voice so low and deep.
That's hot.
Shut the hell up, now is not the time.
I try to move in his arms, which are still wrapped around me even as he's waking up, letting him know I'm awake. I end up on my back, one arm of his thrown over my stomach and holding my waist, his head now resting in the crook of my neck.
I don't know what to do, he's still half asleep so he doesn't even realize the way he's practically laying on me. But in a way, I don't mind, at all.
I take my free arm that isn't trapped under him, going numb, and brush my fingers through his hair. Which, as I thought, is very soft. He mumbles some incoherent things, making me laugh some.
That wakes him up, making him realize how and who he was laying on as he sits up and looks down at me. His whole face flushes and I laugh even more, my own cheeks flush but I'm clearly not as nervous as he is.
