[Briam] "I'm not into him"

chapter 22:

y'all are gunna hate me//

Liam's POV:

when it was finally time i had to leave, Brett offered to drive me home. i obviously took up the offer, definitely not wanting to walk alone. we arrived at my house within about ten minutes, smoothly pulling into the driveway.

"thank you." i smile gratefully at Brett and he nodded as i pecked him on the cheek lightly.

"awh.. no kiss on the lips?" he sounded disappointed.

"you'll just have to wait till next time, buddy." i tease with a laugh before opening the door and hopping out, shutting it securely afterwards.

"see you." Brett waved as i walked past my mother's car and to the door, my boyfriend disappearing from the driveway moments later.

i unlocked the front door and stepped inside, immediately calling out and telling my parents or parent i was home.

"i'm back- right on time too.." i mumble the last part as i check the time on my phone, also seeing a text while i walked further into the house.

unknown number: surprise! i don't joke when it comes to my threats:)

i freeze in my spot, taking in the text and and strong metallic-like scent of blood.

"mom!" i scream loudly and rush to find her, panic setting in and my mind thinking of the worst possibilities. i listen for a heartbeat and i could only grasp a faint one coming from my mother's room.

of course, i burst through the door to find the window smashed and my mother lying in the middle of the floor, her shirt soaked in blood and body trembling. her eyes fluttering shut and i yelled out at the sight, running to her side.

"m-mom.." i couldn't hold back my violent sobs as i held her cold hand, taking just a small amount of her increasing pain.

"mom..keep your eyes o-open, okay?" i whispered and she laid with a still expression, barely breathing. the immense pain and agony didn't allow her to speak, making the current situation much more difficult. i quickly lifted up her shirt to inspect the seemingly large wound, seeing as huge claw marks and gashes marked all over her stomach.

i keep pressure on the injury- something i might've learned previously. i reach back into my pocket and dial 911. within three or so seconds, i connected with someone.
i calmly directed them to the house and gave them all the information, praying that they'll get here in time.

and sure enough, they didn't.

i held my mother's body as she took her last unstable breath and i kissed her forehead, crying out, my body hurting entirely. the ambulance and paramedics arrived only minutes late, walking in on the disaster, pulling me away.

as soon as they took her body away and into the ambulance, my stepdad came home to the chaos. i sat outside on the steps, wrapped in one of the blankets i was given. i stared blankly as my stepdad engaged in a hard conversation with the medics.

i didn't think this person- whoever it is - would go this far. they killed my mother. all because i couldn't stay away from Brett.

how could they do this?

my own mom is dead. gone. no longer fucking living. only if i hadn't been with Brett. only if i arrived home just a bit earlier. and i now can assume these people will continue to hurt and harm everyone i know and ever loved. so, i now know what i need to do.

stay away from Brett.

// rip @ ur heart.
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