All Over You

Hurt People Hurt People

I feel a sense of unease shimmy up my spine as I twist the key in the door. Strange. I haven't felt this all too familiar feeling in a while. I shake my head and brush it off as silly. It's not a gut feeling and it's not real. Though as I walk into the living room and see nothing but crumpled beer cans strewn over the floor, the reality hits that the feeling settling in the pit of my stomach may have been right.

Liam is slumped on the chair, his ocean blue eyes dulled and dark, the opposite of how he was just a few short hours ago. I haven't seen him look this hollow in a while. He smiles at me, but instead of settling my uneasy feeling, it worsens it. The sinister look in that smile makes me sick to the point I almost double over in the room. I've learnt a long time ago that Liam and alcohol don't mix too well outside of a social setting. More recently, I've learnt that when he gets that gaunt look in his eyes I am in for a world of pain.

"Liam..." I sigh, throwing my bag to the floor. "I thought we were getting better at this."

"Nag nag nag. You're like the nagging mother I never had." He chuckles, but it's too hollow to sound natural.

I don't say a word, but drop to my knees and begin clearing up handfuls of crushed cans. I hope he doesn't realise how shaky my hands are while doing so, he will only mock me for it. 

"If you're on your knees like that, at least be useful." He smirks, standing up off the sofa.

He walks unsteadily towards me, his feet struggling to stay in a straight line. I ignore him looming over me and reach for another can off the floor. I gasp when he grabs my wrist before I can reach it. He pulls me up off the floor in one short gesture, reminding me just how much stronger than me he is.

I stand up, his hand still wrapped firmly around my wrist. Our faces are millimetres apart and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. For once, the warm feeling of being near Liam doesn't exist. Instead, there's a sense of cool. The atmosphere has changed between us out of nowhere. I should be used to the ups and downs by now, but something inside me screams that this isn't fair on me. No matter how much I love him, he shouldn't speak to me this way. 

"Kiss me." he orders.

I wriggle furiously in his hands, tying to break apart from him.

"Not everything is about sex, Liam." My voice wobbles as my resolve slips.

"You weren't saying that yesterday when you were begging for my attention with your tits in my face." He snaps.

His dirty words shock me and I try harder to break free from his grasp with no success. I wish to be away from him, he has changed so suddenly. I wish things could be how they were last summer with dates and laughter constantly. It's moments like these that I question if we are going to get through this. Maybe it isn't worth it after all. He is staring me deep in the eye but I look away, refusing to watch my sweet man grow big red horns right before me when hours before he wore a halo as he talked to ducks. 

"Let go of me!" I beg, tears brimming in my eyes.

He drops my hand and stalks to the hallway, his eyes full of disdain for me. He looks at me with such disgust, all because I said no to him. He's like a child, throwing a tantrum when he doesn't get his own way. My lip trembles and I wring my hands to stop the tears from falling. I can't keep letting him hurt me. 

"Go and cry about it then, pathetic." He spits.

I run after him and sob as he walks further away from me.

"Liam!" I shout.

"I don't know why I risked everything for you. You aren't worth it. I lost my job because Scott bought up your name and If it wasn't for you I'd still be happy! "