TW!! This chapter has heavy mentions of abuse, S/H, and some swearing ^^
Liam's footsteps were quick, in sync with his breathing. His clothes were being pulled by the wind while his maroon hoodie was covering his arms fully and he had his hood on covering his dirty blonde hair.
He didnt know where he was running. He just wanted to get away, quickly. He was scared.
In the distance, Liam heard his mothers heavy sprinting. His heart was racing even more.
''Get back here you bastard! You know what will happen once I catch up to you!!'' His mother's voice echoed throughout the street, but Liam was lucky.
He saw a nearby alleyway, so he ran to it, falling against one of the hard concrete walls.
Breathing, heavily.
Liam scrambled to hide behind a dumpster, forcing himself to be silent, listening for any noise.
He froze as soon as he heard footsteps, they sounded as if they were going towards him.In pure fear, Liam held his breath in an attempt to not make any noise.
Then, the footsteps stopped. He heard somebody else's breathing, it caused his heartbeat to race.
Everything was dark, he couldn't see anything except for the large green dumpster directly in front of him. He trusted his hearing, hoping the footsteps would start again, but in a different direction.
''Where the fuck are you?! As soon as I find your ass, I'm going to murder you!'' Liam soon started to hyperventilate, he felt dizzy while trying to not make a single sound. He quickly looked at his hands, which were covered in bandages with dried blood.
It then went silent. The footsteps started to sound closer, they were heavy and out of sync. He was hesitating, wanting to run, but he knew he wouldn't make it.
''That bastard probably hid behind something. I can't fucking see anything. Smartass.'' The voice mumbled under its breath. That made Liam go into full panic-mode. He didn't know what to do, and was scared about the consequences.
He took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm. Liam slowly began to crawl to an open area near the dumpster, his arms scraping against the hard concrete, the tall green dumpster stood beside him as he turned and tried to get more comfortable, hugging his arms around himself as he got colder and began to shiver.
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A tall figure stood above him-- he flinched as he realised that it was his mother, Amber. She reached forward and held a firm grip around his forearm, while tears threatened to fall from his eyes.
''What the fuck were you thinking??? Running away like that-- did you expect that to actually work?!?'' Amber forced him upright. Liam's legs were shaking as she was dragging him out of the alleyway, hollaring curses and threats at him the majority of the way back home.
Millions of thoughts flooded Liam's mind. What would happen when he gets home? But then again, he feels sort of relived knowing he can't think of anything. Liam just forgot one small thing...
When he got home, his body froze. Liam wanted to run to his room, but he couldn't. His body just wouldnt listen to him. Amber, gripped his arm and began to drag him upstairs.
Everything Liam just thought got thrown out the window. Once they got upstairs, Amber threw him into a cramped bathroom, there was mold on the walls, and it smelt like urine and dust. Liam instinctively covered his head as soon as he got thrown onto the dirty cracked floor.
''You're staying there untill you learn to respect me. I've sacrificed so much for you, yet all you do it cry and complain and attempt to escape. You treat me as if I've forced you to live in a prison cell. You are so ungrateful.'' Amber's eyes flickered around the room as she spoke in disgust. She walked out of the room, slamming the door shut with a following 'click'.
Liam slowly got up after hearing the door shut. He sighed lightly, looking through the old cracked window, watching how the cobwebs slowly danced as if they were alive - wishing he could be outside, away from Amber. He decided it was best to just sleep through it knowing that if he didnt Amber would start another screaming fit.
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Liam's eyes fluttered open, he took a moment to observe his surroundings, but got caught by surprise. Everything was black, no lights, no smell, just complete total darkness. He assumed his eyes were still shut, but he could see his hands and arms. There was then a 'woooshhhh' sound, followed by a massive whale, that seemed to be flying in the sky.
It made happy bellows and moved calmly. It was almost comforting to Liam as he watched the peaceful mammal slowly travel across the darkness. He noticed a smaller whale following behind the bigger one, making chirping noises behind. He watched quietly, taking in the scene in front of him. 'If only he could be as free as those whales.'
After looking around for a bit, everything started to get foggy. Liam tried blinking to see better but it just got worse. Everything got distorted, the whales started to fade away aswell. Liam began to panic, hyperventilating as his frail hands shook violently.
He squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed wishing he could stay in this dream permanently. Then, just as quick as he appeared in the dream, he woke up staring at that same cobweb he saw before he fell asleep. Liam's eyes started to get puffy and red from how hard he was wailing. His eyes and hands and arms got wet- with the occasional sniffle breaking the silence.
He glanced at his hands that stung from the scars that were cut and scarred a day prior. Then Liam heard stomping travelling up to the bathroom, along with the sound of swearing following, and had to prepare for the worst that could happen to him.
AHHHH this took so long to rewrite!! im so glad i got the motivation to finish this first chapter. Hopefully I don't abandon this anytime soon, I'm extremely proud of this rn. anyways!!! tsym to TintedTunes / Harp for helping me fix some issues I had with some parts!!! 🥳
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(DISCONTINUED) I'm Falling, And It Hurts. (But Atleast We're Falling Together.)
RandomWas originally named "Sky's The Limit" " Liam, a 14 year-old boy gets abused daily by his mother,' Amber Williams, who is currently a small actress. He has gone through hell and back having to deal with stressing situations. His coping mechanisms...