Because Of Her.

49 | She will be your doom.

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L I A M

"You're a fucking idiot!" Daniel roars as I sit on the couch with an ice pack against my cheek.

"What the fuck were you thinking? What the fuck was going on in your head when you decided to that shit, involved in that shit." He shouts again in anger while I try my hardest to not wince.

Not by his angry voice but the swelling on my cheek of size of fucking Texas.

"Goddammit Liam! When are you going to understand?" He seethes and I shift on couch making myself comfortable against the pillow.

"Stop fucking, lounging as if we are not discussing about your stupidity." He snaps and takes the cigarette out of my fingers which I just take out with struggle.

I glare at him but for the first time his glare has much more intensity that all I do is just to roll my eyes so it doesn't look like I back down first.

"Can we shut with your lecture? I understood and repenting on it, being guilty and shit. Blah blah blah Amen." I murmur and put the ice pack down when I feel like my cheeks went numb.

"Is this a joke to you?" He begins. "What do you think huh? That I am lecturing you here for a fucking pen that you stole from someone? You went to jail. Jail Liam! For damaging someone's property who complained about you in police station not to mention had clear proof against the decoration you made outside his place."

"I've told you it wasn't something I wanted to do."

"Of course, whatever you do. It was never you want to do. Shit just always happens around you, by you. You know what; I can't even believe Evanna bailed you out. She should've let your ass rotten in that cell." He continues to rant more letting out his frustration through words since he can't through action like Aaron who really did a number on my face.

My face already had a bruise not to mention a cut on my temple and now the other intact cheek which was untouched by some miracle now has a swelling bruise which is hurting like a motherfucker. Aaron beat me up pretty nicely and I couldn't do anything because I just...can't.

So now everything is hurting, especially the injury on my waist which I haven't even looked at it yet since last night.

"Did you think I wouldn't know that? That by not telling me, I wouldn't know what you did." He says, his hands flying in front of him in exasperation

"Intentions was like that."

"Stop being sarcastic with me! What have you done Liam—it isn't something small. It would've ended everything for you. You know that don't you?" He asks. "But still you can't stop your recklessness. What happened to that guy who used to make pros and cons before so as to park his car on the fucking white line of sidewalk?"

He looks down at me while I stare at my hand before my fingers find the rings around it and starts rotating it.

"You want field work; this is why he isn't sending you out there because you would've easily blown our covers due to your impetuous behavior. You gave him example and now what little I managed to talk to him, well it's all in drain now because of your stupidity. It's like you don't even give a fuck now. If by chance words get out about your arrest, Aaron would've no choice but to kick your ass out of the team. Then do hell with your life." He tells me. My finger leaves the ring before I fist my hand and look at him angrily.

"Life? What life? The fucking life where I am living under your shell? Where I am waiting Aaron to give me actual tasks, where I am fucking serving to courses to courses in college to meet the end when I could've easily gotten out of college if fucking Great Depression Of Liam didn't happened in that year— or are you talking about the life I am living under how Aaron want me too...you fucking want me too because that's what the task is to test if I am fucking fit or not for your work. Is this the life you're talking about? The meaningless purpose of this shitty life where I never had my own terms how to live up my life."