PUBLISHING PAPERBACK (after writing the final draft, I wrote this 2 years ago.)
"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 anyo...
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When I wake up it takes me a minute to take everything in. My eyes are so bleary, from all the crying I've done in the last day. I try to move but stop trying immediately, my body protesting in pain.
So much pain.
I'm laying on something but it's so dark and my eyes are still adjusting to everything.
Okay, well, make that something into someone.
That someone's chest moves up and down, soothing me with their heartbeat somehow as my head rests on their chest and my arm is sprawled out over them.
My hand is in a cast.
Yesterday, or today, what fucking time or day is it? Whatever days events finally replay in my mind, I hold back a groan.
When one of the phones on the coffee table lights up with a notification I finally can see enough to realize it's Adrian's chest I'm laying on, on a couch too with just enough room.
I'm more than okay with it being Adrian, thankfully.
Why though?
I see Ashton asleep in the chair by the window, wincing for him knowing how badly his back will be hurting tomorrow, or today, whatever.
My head hurts so bad. Everything hurts so bad. I broke my hand?
Dad, broke your hand.
I sigh, just remaining on Adrian comfortably. Until all the worries come crashing through me, along with a surge of pain when Adrian stirs in his sleep causing me to move a bit.
Whatever the day was events are mostly a haze, the only things I'm able to fully recall is how I've ended up in so much fucking pain.
He smashed my hand in the door, after calling me a whore, just for getting a ride home with a boy.
Lovely.
Then, he kicked me to the ground, doing his usual beating to my stomach and all, but he went on for longer this time. Also, banged my head into the floor, the reasoning for the horrible headache I've still got. And several punches happened, from what I remember.
I remember the hospital a bit, thankful for someone's brother who knew someone who would mind their business or something, I can't remember much. They didn't report it, whoever took care of me, didn't even ask for insurance or anything towards payments.
Thank fuck for them, seriously.
I look down at my hand in the cast laying against Adrian's stomach, wondering what color the cast is but am unable to see that much.
Seriously, you're wondering about the color of your cast of all things right now?
Then I worry about dad, what's going to happen, all that. He didn't kick me out, I just left. I knew I needed help for my wrist though, so I texted Adrian.
