Potential Disaster

CHAPTER 1

She runs from the truth, yet again. He's not surprised that she chose to flee. She did it so often that it only aches a little as time goes by. The truth is what causes her to scamper away every time, it was too much to handle, too much pain, too much..too much. She hoped and dreamed if she ran fast enough maybe it will all disappear but having hopes and dreams only sets her up for disappointment.

"Runaway like you always do! But don't expect me to fucking be here when you come back, Jemma" The pain he held in his heart now conjuring in his voice. Unshed tears formed in his eyes as she left in a blur. His remark was not heartwarming to her. If he wasn't going to be here when she got back, then she wouldn't be coming back. It was as simple as that.

Their apartment felt cold as soon as Jemma left and Liam finally allowed his tears to flow down his face as he fell to the floor. Sobs invaded the emptiness of the apartment, the crack of his voice resembled the cracks that littered his heart as he choked on his cries. Snot ran from his nose and he suddenly remembers being in Jemma's arms again while she plays with his hair as he cries over feeling inadequate. She had told him then that he was a god-awful ugly crier as she wiped his face with a small towel smiling fondly at him. Liam chuckles darkly, his heart beating so steady that it causes his chest to feel tight and heavy. Though the apartment had been silent his mind was loud enough to provide much-needed noise.

He wondered if the neighbors had heard them fighting again, they must hate him for being so loud at 2:47 in the morning. But that was okay, he hated himself too. Liam had no intention of getting up from the cold tiled floor; he liked the chill and how it would leave him cramped up.

He lay flatly and stared up at the white ceiling, the ceiling he painted with Jemma. He closed his eyes, is he going to leave like he said he would? He couldn't abandon her, he loved her. Jemma was it for him, but he couldn't manage going back and forth with her like this every time something minor or drastic came out from the dark and decided to shadow their light. A sudden pained shout frightened the silence as Liam released his thoughts and emotions in the healthiest way he can.

Maybe I'm being dramatic. Maybe I should stop acting like a bitch and man up.

He sat up slowly and looked around the place he had lived in for the past 3 years. How depressing, the television that had been on a random program was now muted, and everything else was in its place except for the backpack that was neither Jem's nor his that sat half-open on the table. Anger flooded through his veins again.

Drugs. Fucking drugs.

While he was here being worried about his partner of 4 years she was out doing God knows what, with heaven knows who. It made him livid seeing it there taint his table.

He marched over to it, a heavy expression set on his face as he used a dishcloth to take it up. He grimaced, eyebrows coming together with a deep frown. Liam made his way towards the door the love his life had just gone through. It was left ajar making it easy to kick it open further, taking his anger out on innocent items his conscience was going to eat him up about it later. The sound of heavy anger-filled footsteps filled the calm hallways as he made his way to the back of the apartment complex. The icy breeze and cold raindrops instantly smacked him in the face as he opened the door.

"This is great weather to cry to," Liam said aloud as he made his way to the dumpster and threw the bag in ensuring that it hit a used condom.

He stared down at it, the empty hurting feeling sinking in for the second time in the past 15 minutes he didn't fight it this time. It's dark out, except for the lone street light across the road. The air was harsh and icy, the rain drizzled and the moon was set in the sky surrounded by dozens of stars. It really was a perfect time to cry, and he did just that.