Cuts and Wounds

III.

The next day, I decided to sneak to Monty's house. I wanted to see with my own eyes, the dollhouse family.

I walked, and as I neared the house, I could hear something, like moans. But that doesn't confirm it.

I sneaked in, and was met by her dog, Casie. "Hey Cas! Remember me, Liam?" She just wagged her tail excitingly, and licked my face with her little tongue. Guess she remembers me. She looks a little underweight though, looks like she wasn't treated well since her leaving.

I left Casie for awhile, making a mental note to bring her back because I couldn't bear to see this dog get mistreated. I crept around, and finally saw two figures under a dim light. I took a clearer look, and saw Monty's dad and -someone else. Definitely not her mum, kissing the slut without a care in the world.

And the worse part is, his wife is just laying down on the couch. Drunk, I guess. Never had I felt so disgusted by her parents, but that wasn't her fault, they had the choice to do the right thing, but ended up doing this.

If all this was true, then I don't even need to take a look at the brother.

I walked slowly to escape from this fucked up house, not forgetting to bring Casie with me and ran back home. Luckily Casie was a little dog.

I went back, sweating bullets and tried not to make any noise because I'm pretty sure I'll get a long lecture on where I had been.

But as usual, my attempts failed. Again.

"Liam James Payne! Where in the world have you been!" I just smiled sheepishly at my mum, but she clearly doesn't buy my smile.

"Uh...out?" It came out more of a question than a statement. My mum just sighs deeply, "Just go upstairs, and bring that dog along with you. Make sure it doesn't make a mess."

I brought Casie up with me and made sure Monty's diary, or you could say a journal was in a safe place.

After making sure Casie was comfortable and asleep in my room, I tip-toed to my table to retrieve the journal.

Dear Liam,

So now I'm going to tell you about my friends. Realise how I never had the excuse, "I have to go, bestie calling me!" Yeah. It's because I never even have friends.

Well, I used to have one friend. You know the feeling when you have no one because you're a newbie? I used to have that feeling, but it was all lost when I met her. Nicky Wellman. She was very open to me, she was kind, not like others who seem to look at me as if I'm a freak. I was a little closed to myself, not letting anybody break down those walls I built. But somehow, she managed to break them. And eventually, we became close friends. Little did I know that she would betray me so badly.