Strong (Sequel to SOML)

Chapter 19

OMG I can't believe how much I'm lacking with all my updating..Ugh..I was sick with strep and shit, so blame that on the not updating. 

TBH guys I want this chapter to be perfect. 

Be warned: Chappie may be emotional, so get your tissues ready.

Anyway guys, enough of my babbling.  Enjoy chapter 19!  Don't forget to comment AND vote!

Genvieve's Pov

Dropping my bags at the door, slowly wiping my feet from the wet rain onto the ugly welcome mat. The rain hasn't stopped since I've returned back here. It's like the tiny water drops are telling me that I shouldn't be here; that there's too many memories of people that have hurt me. Sighing and running my fingers recklessly through my tangled ends. My hand throbs at my sudden frustrating action.

Hissing, I rip my hands away from the gnarled  ends and to the front of my face. Looking at the slowly fading damage, I find it to be gross, hateful, disgusting. Bruising trails around the bumps of my small knuckles and some up my once slender fingers. but are now swollen from the whole mess. Small tree cuts line my arms and dirt still stays under my nails. I need a shower. I'm filthy. Not just from not showering in days, but in a need of a cleanse of the mind and body.

My orbs look around the familiar area, it feels so weird to be here, to be home. Home, it sounds like a whole different continent, on a whole other planet. "Genie, you hungry baby?" Liam's tender voice breaks my thoughts.

Simply nodding, I desert my bags at the door. I don't remove my coat or hat. I feel like I can't get comfortable here. Last time I got comfy, I was ripped out of it and placed with dangerous people, ones who haunt me. I wonder to the kitchen. I still know where everything is even though it's been, what, six years or more since I've stepped foot in this house. Sliding into the chair that sits at the table, I look around as my fingers fiddle with one another. It's quiet, all too quiet. It's like they can't handle me being here. I mean, who can? I'm a mess, a filthy disaster.

Looking up from my hurt fingers to the body that sat next to me. Zayn. Oh, my bubba I've missed you so much. I could never speak those words, afraid that I'll get too attached like I once did. I stare into his carmel swirled eyes; they're sad, joyful, holds only half of the life they usually do. "Hi, Gen." He speaks softly. Everyone speaks softly around me now, I don't blame them. I tend to jump a lot and always on high alert. I mean can you blame me?

"Hey." I reply back, my voice cracking from the lack of use. And just like that the room fills with silence as I hear Liam casually make something for me to eat. I wonder what it is...

He smiles showing off his always white teeth. His bottom row are slightly crooked, but it seems to make the fans go nuts. I wonder what new songs they have out. Are they any good? Will I love them more than the last I heard? My biggest question is, are they the same as they were before? I don't want they attitude and personality to be changed. I loved them the way they were.

"Here you are Genbug." Liam expresses setting down a quick make of a PB & J along with some regular crisps. I immediately dig in as my stomach responds with a small growl of appreciation. 

Liam takes a seat across from me. He just watches me like everyone else. It's like they're excepting me to explode or something. No matter how much I would love to, I just got to keep it together. Liam has enough things on his plate, and he doesn't need me acting out. I need to show him that I can handle this. I can and will handle this! If I can handle murder, then I can handle having the blood on my hands. It was self-defense, right?  I was only protecting myself, but it did feel good. It felt almost sinister and right. Am I turning sadistic? No! I'm not a killer and I'm not crazy!