Broken Pieces (Interracial)

Chapter Ten: Couple and Worry

Alia’s POV

 

I cried my eyes out when I found out where Sean had been shot. He had been shot near his chest, if the bullet had been 2 ½” inches to the left, he would’ve been shot in his heart. I am just so thankful that it didn’t. So many thoughts ran through my mind, like why did Sean have to get shot? Why did I have to live in the ‘death capital’ of the Midwest? And why do I feel like this entire thing is my fault?

Tears trickle down my face, and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and I see Liam, I smile and wipe my tears. “Liam, I bet you’re tired—you can get back to the hotel.”

He shakes his head, “Alia, I’m fine I promise. But you—you need some sleep, so you are refreshed when we get back to the hotel, the boys probably want to do something.”

I bit my lip and drop my head to the floor, “Uh—Liam?”

He picks his head up, “Alia, what is it?”

I sigh, “I’m going back home with Eileen and Sean.”

Liam’s eyes get wide, and he clenches his jaw, “When were you going to tell me?”

I scratch the back of my head, “Uh, I kind of just did…”

Liam gets up, “But why? Alia, I can’t believe even after the most amazing date ever, you’d leave just like that. Even after I told you how I feel about you?”

I shake my head, “Liam, please don’t do this, it’s already so hard walking away from you. As much as I want to stay with you, I know it won’t work out.”

Liam grabs my hand, and pulls me close. “Alia, why couldn’t we work? I think we can…”  I immediately draw away from him and shake my head,

“Liam we come from two different worlds. You come from fame and come from the projects—two whole different worlds.”

Liam sighs, “Alia I don’t care if we come from different worlds, all that matters is that we feel the same way for each other. If you don’t like me as much as I like you, then I’ll walk out at this very moment, and won’t bother you anymore, but if you really do like me, then you’ll stay with me.”

I am silent, and Liam looks at the ground. After a minute of silence Liam shrugs, “Okay Alia, if that’s how you feel then I’m outta your life for good.”

He starts walking out, and when I realize that I might be letting go the best thing that has happened to me in years. When I run out, I see Liam is half-way to the door, and I call out to him,

“Liam, wait!”

He turns around, and I see tears in his eyes. I run to him and embrace him, “Liam don’t leave, I—I need you. I really like you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

I wipe his tears, and I kiss him. He puts his hands around my waist, and I wrap one arm around his neck, and I take my other hand and put it behind his head, grabbing the end of his hair. My knees feel weak, because they start buckling, but I don’t want to stop.