The Girl In The Dirty Shirt Liam Version

Chapter 136

All day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about those stupid fucking papers; I had signed them and now all Liam had to do was leave if he wanted to.
He could leave, and because I signed the damn papers, there was nothing I could do about it.

The paranoia ate away at me all morning until my lunch break when I finally caved half way through my salad and left the office to drive all the way back to the house.

I pulled in the driveway and half expected to see Liam moving my shit out.

He wasn’t, he was home though; I walked into the kitchen, dropping my purse and keys on the island; Liam was sitting on the other end eating a sandwich.
He didn’t say anything, just glanced at me and went back to eating.

“Hi…” I spoke quietly, almost like if I spoke at full volume I would scare him away

He didn’t say anything

I walked around the other side of the island to stand in front of him after a minute and he finally looked up and spoke.

“y’signed ‘em”

I sighed resting my hands on top of the island “Yeah…”

“So y’want a divorce then?” he asked looking up at me from under his eyelashes like I had done to him the night before.

“I was mad at you this morning”

Which had been true, but now I regretted signing those pages, now Liam had the control; I fucking hated that.

“So y’want a fucking divorce because you’re mad at me?!” He yelled

I scoffed looking at him in disbelief “You’re the one who brought home the fucking divorce papers!” I yelled

“You fuckin’ signed them!”

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, shaking my head “I didn’t come home to argue with you”

“Did you come to move out?” He asked

“No, I came home to make sure you didn’t leave, idiot”

“Why would I leave?” He asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow

“I signed the fucking papers like you wanted; I figured you would have bolted as soon as you found them”

“Not all of us are like you Ly; we don’t all bolt the first chance we get”

“I do not bolt!” I snapped

“Oh come on, Ly” He laughed getting up from the island “Every fucking chance you get, you’re gone”

“I do not!”

“You do so!” He shot back “When we first met, you ran back t’your mam’s in Canada because we had a fuckin’ fight; an’ after I found out about Noel, you were the one who ran back t’your mam’s…again.”

“Did you want to see me then?” I asked

“It doesn’t fuckin’ matter what I wanted, y’can’t work shite out if you’re across the fuckin’ ocean!”

“Oh come on, Liam, don’t you dare stand there and tell me you wouldn’t have kicked me out if I had been at that house when you’d gotten home from that fucking tour!” I yelled “And I came back, didn’t I?”

“Y’should’ve never left in the first fuckin’ place, Ly!”

“What the hell was I supposed to think, Liam?! You had forgotten our fucking anniversary, and had the first fucking set of divorce papers hidden in the bottom of your duffel bag!”