Dear Mr. Bad Boy

Explanations

I entered the house and almost fainted. My head had a nasty gash in it due to the bottle Gus gashed it with. But I'm not thinking about the pain in my head, I'm thinking about Liam's little stunt. Why was he here? For one, I thought he left a long time ago and two, I thought he hated me and wished I died. Men are so confusing!

I limped up the stairs and into the bathroom. I peered down the hallway before going in. I noticed Casey's light was on but Matt's room looked abandoned. I panicked and ran into the bathroom. Why was Casey here? Wherever Matt goes, Casey isn't to far behind. It seems like Casey's drifting off from everyone. Em said that Casey tried to get rumors about me down. That is something I'm confused about as well. Why would Casey try to defend me? Especially after all these years.

"Hey, sit down. I can't fix you if you're standing up," Liam said with a strait face. I did as told and sat on the toliet. He already shut the door and was looking around for something. He kept muddering first-aid kit. I rolled my eyes.

"First drawer on the right side."

"Thanks." He muttered once again and went into the cabinet. He found the white box and took it out. He walked over to where I was sitting and went on one knee. Liam undid the latches to the kit and pulled out the items inside. I was glaring at his head and he sighed. He was about to speak when the door burst open. In walked Casey.

"Omg, I thought there was a burgler! My god Chloe, I almost went to jail." She said as she let out a breath. Casey had a bat in her hand and I'm scared because I'm pretty sure she kept that in her room. Yep, Crazy Casey's back.

"Yeah, well, it's just me. You can leave now." I said coldly. She dropped her bat and hung her head. She was about to talk when her eyes made contact with Liam's. They were staring at each other and Liam was about to drool. Come on, my sister isn't that hot. The prettiest feature on her is her bright yellow eyes. Sounds weird but it's true. But the craziest part is that they're natural. No contacts needed. She looks a lot like Gus. He has bright hazel eyes that resembles yellow eyes. Probably genes got mixed up and out came yellow eyeballs.

Liam finally retracted his eyes away from my ho of a sister. He was grinning and was shaking his head. Casey was smirking and walked out of the bathroom, swing her hips in the process. I was tempted on screaming a battle call and trampling her but we have a guest. I simply sneered in her direction and focused back on Liam. "I'm still expecting that explanation." I said as he dabbed the rag in the tub to get it wet.

"Well, I did have to lie to you and I wasn't pleased on doing so. You were so sweet but so many things consumed you," He said as he kept dabbing my lip with the rag. I think he just focused on my cut lip because it shut me up so he could explain.

"Once I saw Gus beat you up, I was done. I did it mostly because seeing you in that state, it's not easy. I've had my fair share of fights but that was something else. The resistance you had was incredible. The only thing that could've truly impressed me was if you clubbed him. I mean, I did the honors but it would've been cooler coming from you. But anyway, The things I said at the hospital weren't true. I'm still hoping to avoid you, it's just not as easy as I thought it's be. You're a danger to yourself so it's hard to leave you alone. Before you went into the coma, I didn't know you were suicidal so I wasn't as cautious with you. Now, I'm pretty much watching your every move. Creepy, right?" Liam chuckled nervously. I laughed at his attempt at an explanation. He scoffed and went back to cleaning my wounds. I laughed but then he threw the rag at me. I snarled.

"Well, I think you're a huge stalker. I also think that's its total BS that you've been lying for the longest time. Why the hell do you even care? You know nothing about me. You only know what I want you to know." I said as I glared at him. I took the rag from the floor and rinsed it off in the sink. I don't know why I'm so defensive about this but I am. I can't really wrap my mind around the thought of him stalking me. I'm not very interesting so his job must be boring.