BOOK FOUR in The WSU Series
Elizabeth Young -
I've always wanted the star-crossed lovers type of relationship - who knew I would actually get it?
They say the line between Love and Hate is very thin, one I don't intend to experience. I could never l...
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Last Year
"Where is she?" I ask as I push past Ele, "hold on," she says before closing the front door. "What?" I snap, my patience now disappearing. "What the hell is happening?" She whispers in a harsh tone. The protectiveness radiating from her, I know she cares for Lizzie. I understand that, but right now, all that matters is Lizzie.
"Where is she?" I ask before walking down the small hallway to reach her bedroom, the doors already opened to reveal Lizzie sitting on the ground. My eyes go straight to the bruises and cuts on her legs, and what little of my heart I had left— shattered to pieces. Almost like she senses I'm here she glances up, her eyes glossy from the tears that are still coming. "Kian." I don't care that Ele is close behind me taking in our whole interaction, "I'm here, love." I say before crossing the room to reach her, "I think..." Ele speaks but doesn't finish her sentence, she understands what's going on here, even if none of us explained it.
The door closes behind her and I instantly wrap my arms around her, "I'm here." Lizzie releases a small sob before burying her face in the crook of my neck, "I'm guessing New York didn't go well," I state, and it fucking kills me too. The second we're married, even if Lizzie refuses to acknowledge it— I will gladly kill her father. And his death will be so painful, he will beg me not to kill him, and I will do it anyways. "He was drinking, and I said some stuff," she shakes her head as I grasp her chin to look up at me. "Don't you dare, for one second— blame yourself." He's the asshole who resorts to abuse, Lizzie isn't to blame. "I'm sorry I asked Ele to call you," she says as another tear runs down her cheek, "I went to your house, but you weren't there."
I was going back to New York, I was on the runway when Ele called. She didn't explain much over the phone other than the fact Lizzie needed me, and that was enough to screw my father. For the first time in a long while, Lizzie needed me. And I sure as hell wasn't going to ignore her.
As we sit on her bedroom floor the only sound is Lizzie's heavy breathing. I open my legs to allow Lizzie to sit in between them, she rests her head against me and I wish we could stay here forever. Alone, in the comfort of her bedroom— we'd never have to leave in my fantasy. The dream of the two of us being together before everything happened. Before I fucked everything up a year and a half ago.
Some part of me wonders what would have happened if I never met her, the other part wonders what would have happened if I never betrayed her. Would Kai of killed her? If he did— he wouldn't be alive either.
As I sit here in the dark with Lizzie in my arms, for the first time in my life, I realize that I'd do anything for her, despite how much I hate that I love her. How much I've always loved her and I couldn't stop— she makes me want to be the hero of her story. She makes me want to be a better man for her, for us. This arrangement will go through next year, despite what she says. Lizzie will be mine— she's always been mine. I'd do it all again, to have Lizzie in my arms as she is right now. I'd do it all again, the hurt and pain, the sadness that came with it. The betrayal, I'd do all of it again just to feel her love for me.
