My life is A lie

My life is A lie: Nine

I opened the window. He didn't say anything and gestured me to come outside. I put my legs in and slided out of the window and shut it from outside. Yes yes yes yes yes.

He grabbed my hand and we ran to his car on our tiptoes even though dad obviously couldn't hear us from there. We got in and he immediately sped up towards the road.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked, his face flushed red.

"Nope," I put my head back on the headrest. "Absolutely not."

He gave me a side-eye and he looked aggrieved right after I said that.

"Where are we going?" I asked and sucked in my lips, a little nervous because of how tempered he looked.

Wait, is he kidnapping me?

"To my aunt's house." He replied and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

I trust him enough to not be cautious around him.

On the ride, I fell asleep and when we arrived, I woke up when Liam was carrying me to the house. The sky was dark and it was bright with sunlight when we were in the car. I pretended to be asleep in his arms because it would be awkward as fuck if I stared at him.

"Lily!" A female said after I heard a doorbell ring.

"It's Liam but hey!"

"No you're my Lily but who's this girl?" She asked.

"Wait I'll put her in my room first." Liam said and walked somewhere and then I felt a soft mattress under my body.

I heard the door close and then I sat up, examining the room. So pretty though.

Then the door opened again and I saw a little chubby woman with cat framed glasses and tons of makeup on her face peeking.

"She's awake." She said and glided the door further back to reveal Liam standing beside. He marched towards me and sat down on the bed, "Leah, please tell me everything." He said, looking as aggrieved as before.

I pointed to the woman which I assumed was his aunt with my eyes. He understood and told his aunt to leave. He leaned closer and I began in a low voice.

I told him everything but didn't include the white haired man's part.

"I knew something was wrong." He said and tucked my hair strands behind my ear from my face. He smiled warmly and stared at my lips before leaning closer and then we both got startled when the door flung open, hitting the wall behind.

"Sweetie, I wanted you to," She paused, realizing she interrupted something and I'm so so very glad she did. This kinda reminded me of the man and I felt a little regretful for coming with Liam.

"Oh I'm so sorry but, I wanted you to taste the cookies I made yesterday!" She said and walked towards us, handing the plate to Liam.

Liam looked slightly annoyed but forced on a smile "My favorite chocolate ones?"

"Yess!" She said and clapped her hands excitedly.

Will POV:

Leaning against the wall, I crossed my arms and yawned.

"19 people." Mark began. "19 people died in Welland (made up) today."

"Am I supposed to be surprised?" Travis, my "uncle" and murderer said with a "Don't care" expression.

"No evidence with shit on the bodies." Mark said and locked his hands before his face.

Realization hit me and everyone in the room. That's..

"The Red Box's doing." Mark continued and let out a long sigh. "Would be a little easier if our man was here wouldn't it be?" He said.

"Who could kill Will though? I supposed it was almost impossible to get him." Kevin said and brushed down a hand on his face roughly.

I agree, I wish I was still here.

I am but, I have to do this alone as I can't tell them my plans. My partner would be enough though. That's the reason why she's paired with me, right?

Leah POV:

I clutched the blanket and covered my face with it as Liam sighed heavily beside me. I felt the bed move and then a hand slided in the blanket and around my waist. He pulled me closer to him and moved my hair from my neck before brushing his nose on it.

Such a weirdo.

I wanted to turn and slap the fuck outta him but, he rescued me after all.

I'm sure I smelt bad yet he acted like I smelt like a bunch of red roses.

I moved a little further from him, "Where's Ela?" I whispered and turned around to face him.

His black eyes reflected the moon and the worst part of sleeping with him was— he sleeps shirtless.

I'd rather sleep on the muddy ground outside.

"Home." He replied and curled my hair strands with his finger. I felt like hugging him and wrapping my limbs around him to steal some of his heat since my body was as cold as Antarctica's ice. Everything kept reminding me of the white haired man. It was almost like I missed him as fuck and kinda in love. Maybe because I was.

How is it possible for a person to be invisible to everyone but me? I sure can feel, hear, smell and see him but—I'm still not exactly convinced that he's real.

So I'm going after a fictional man.