I Can't Wait Forever (A Liam Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

After explaining to Maya ten times that she didn’t have a dad but most children did, she ran off to her small room in the suite and closed the door. Loud sobs were heard from the other side.

            “Emily, you have to do something.” Bri said as I just sat with my face in my hands on the ground where Maya was sitting.

            “And what am I supposed to do Bri?” I yelled looking up at her, “Am I supposed just tell her that Liam is her dad and expect her not to tell anyone or act like it to Liam. No Bri, I can’t! And I can’t tell her that someone else is her dad, because then she would tell everyone and then Liam would never forgive me!”

            I sat down onto the couch and continued to cry. I felt bad for myself, even though it was all my fault. I had put myself and everyone involved in this position, and I have no one to blame but myself. So I can’t feel bad for myself. I have to feel bad for Maya and Liam. They were the real victims here.

            “Em, I know you like to think that you can keep up this charade forever, but you can’t. Someone is going to piece it together at some point, and in my opinion it’s better to be found out from you.” Bri said standing above me, not an ounce of sympathy in her voice.

            And I appreciate that, because I need someone to be tough with me, the way my mom was. Ever since she had passed I had been a mess.

            “I know Bri, but I can’t just… I don’t know…” I started to say until an idea popped into my head, “Bri, can you take me to an art store. I need a canvas.”

            “Why do you…” before she could finish asking her question I had already ran up and into the small room I shared with Maya. When I ran in I saw her sitting on the bed, peacefully sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her, so I decided I would go alone.

            “Bri, stay here, I’m going to catch a cab and go get a canvas. I’ll be back in half an hour.” I quietly told her as I was snatching up all of things into my purse.

            Once I had everything I started for the door but Bri called out to me, stopping me momentarily.

            “Why do you need a canvas?” she asked.

            “I have an idea for the art show.” I smiled and ran out the door to get to the art store.

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            Once I had gotten a huge canvas from the store, which was about twice as expensive as the ones in New York, but I needed to do this now.

            I got a cab ride back to the hotel and ran up to my room, putting up the canvas on a stool and getting my paints out. After I knocked something over, Bri came rushing in.

            “What are you doing?” she asked.

            “I’m painting for the art show.” I said like it was obvious. I quickly mixed all the paints that I needed. The main colors being red and blue; angry and sad.

            “What are you painting?” she asked walking over to me.

            “I don’t know yet, but I am in the perfect mood to paint something good right now, so that’s what I ‘m going to do.

            I shooed Bri away and started painting. I let the brush do all the work and let my hand relax, moving it slowly side to side along the canvas. The lines I made were at first soft and slow but quickly became hard and rushed. It gave the piece perfect balance between the calmness of being sad, and the craziness of being angry. Something I was right in the middle of right now.