Fragile Heart

1

14 years later.
This book does mention. Abuse so if you're not comfortable please move on!

I had been diligently working on my book for hours, pouring my heart and soul onto the pages.

I was finally getting into a good rhythm when my boyfriend Liam stumbled into the room, clearly intoxicated.

Before I could even react, he stumbled over to my desk and grabbed my book, ripping the pages out and tossing them to the ground. And just chuckled when he saw my reaction.

My anger immediately flared up and I couldn't believe he had just destroyed my hard work without a care in the world.

"Hey! Liam, I was working on that!" I shouted, my hands shaking with rage. "Hey! Liam I was working on that! Oh shut the fuck up" He mimicked using his hands. But instead of apologising to me he simply began hurling slurs and insults at me.

"Fucking quit the writing your shit anyways." He tells me and I almost want to break down right then and there.

I close my eyes taking deep breaths why he continues his rant. All I think about is Charles, his words he always use to use to calm me down in situations like this.

"Everything will slow down soon." I continue to remind myself.

He then started to accuse me of cheating, of not caring about him, and of being a terrible girlfriend. His words were like a knife, cutting deep into my heart.

"Li— I would never—" I tried to reason with him, to explain that I would never do anything to hurt him, but he was beyond reason. His drunken state only fueled his anger and he continued to swear and yell at me.

"It's all your fucking fault, your a dumb bitch, life would be nothing without your brothers fame."

As I tried to defend myself, Liam's rage turned physical.

He started hitting and punching me, his fists connecting with my body again and again.

I begged him to stop, tears streaming down my face, but he was relentless. It felt like hours had passed before he finally tired himself out and stumbled out of the room, leaving me on the ground in pain and fear.

I must have passed out from the pain and shock because the next thing I knew, I was waking up on the floor, my body battered and bruised. As I slowly came to, I realized what had happened and my heart filled with a mixture of fear, anger, and sadness.

I couldn't believe that this had happened yet again. Liam had promised to change and to never hurt me again, but here I was, lying on the ground, feeling broken and helpless.

It was a cycle that seemed to repeat itself all too often— Liam would get drunk, become verbally and physically abusive, and then apologize and promise to never do it again. And I always fucking believed his lies.

But each time he hurt me, it seemed to get worse and I didn't know how much more I could take.

I looked around why I stayed on the cold floor, I saw the torn pages of my book scattered around the room, I knew that I couldn't continue living like this. It was time for me to make a change and put myself first.

With trembling hands, I got up from the floor and made my way into the bathroom.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized the person staring back at me.

My face was bruised and swollen, my eyes were red and puffy, and my once shiny hair was now a mess. I couldn't believe that this was the result of one night with Liam.

As I tried to clean myself up, I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I felt broken and defeated. How did I let myself get into this situation? How did I let someone treat me like this? But most importantly, how was I going to face Liam when he woke up?

I made my way to the living room where I saw Liam slumped on the couch.

determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in tears. I sat on the other end of the couch, trying to distance myself from him as much as possible. And as if on cue, Liam woke up, his eyes widening in shock as he saw me.

For a moment, I saw a glimmer of remorse in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared as he looked away. He didn't apologize or even acknowledge what he had done. It was as if it never happened.

That's when I knew that I couldn't continue living like this. I couldn't keep making excuses for Liam's behavior and blaming myself for his actions. I needed to leave.

I needed to see Charles. I can't live like this, the pain and hurtfulness he has caused it's to much for me to handle.

Without a second of hesitation I quickly manoeuvered with a heavy heart, I packed my things and walked out of our apartment, leaving Liam and all the painful memories behind.

And when he saw me leave he didn't even bother to try and fight for me. It wasn't easy, but it was the first step towards healing and finding my own happiness.

And now I need to see Charles. The only person who would understand.

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A.N: Liam isn't finished...