Toxic Truth

17

ZELLA

I wake up to the sound of my door bell ringing.

Sitting up groggily in my bed, I check the time. It's 12:05 am.

What the hell?

Was I dreaming about the bell? I can't hear anything now, and who would come to my house at this time?

The bell rings again and I scramble out of the bed quickly, throwing the blankets off me.

Fuck, did something happen to Nat or Sydney? They're the only one who would come to my house at this time. Even worse, is it my mom?

I'm panicking so much that I almost forget to check who it is before opening the door. I quickly peek through the small hole, and gasp in surprise. There is a tall man standing there, one arm raising again to ring the bell.

I quickly open the door. "Liam?"

He looks up is surprise and let's out a relieved breath. He looks so disturbed, his hair disheveled as if he has been running his hand through it constantly.

"Liam, are you okay? Did something happen?"

He doesn't reply to my question though. His eyes travel down my body, and stop on the tank top and little sleeping shorts I'm wearing. "Were you sleeping?"

He groans, running a hand through his face. "Fuck. Of course you were sleeping. I should've thought of that, I was just so tensed and I didn't know where to go...I just wanted to see you...and I.....fuckk! I'm sorry. I'll leave."

"What? No no, come here," I grab his arm and pull him inside the house.

"What happened Liam? Are you okay? Talk to me."

Taking him to my living room, I make him sit on the couch, waiting for him to tell me something.

"Zella..I...fuck, I don't know what to say," He tugs at his hair and then lets his head fall back against the back rest.

"Wait here, let me get you some water."

I quickly go to the kitchen and get him a glass of water to drink. Taking the glass from my hand, he gulps it down in one go, before leaning back on the couch, appearing to be more calmed down now.

Putting a hand on his thigh, I squeeze it lightly. "Are you okay now?"

He looks at me, as if just sensing me there. Putting his own hand on mine, he wraps our fingers together, and give me a small smile. "I am now. Thank you."

"Will you tell me what happened?"

He lets out a tired breath and looks away, "My sister had a panick attack today, it was really bad. She hasn't had them for so long but she got triggered by something today."

"I'm so sorry about that Liam, it must have been so hard for her."

He nods solemnly, "It is. She's had panick attacks for a while now, but it got worse after our parents death. After a while, she started coping with it and got better, they stopped a few months ago."