*April P.O.V*
August 22 of last year...
It was a perfectly normal day at church, like AT CHURCH...
Got there kissed him the only inocent and in love way I knew about.We played and toyed and I saw him like the fucking last Coca-Cola on the desert.
While we were playing a game where you had to answer some questions and then act it all the way, I got one to myself about the biblical story of Dalilah and how she took the strenght away from a man just by cutting out his hair...
The thing is I got to acted out with another boy and when we did I had to get close to Francis lips like if I was seducing him and dramatized myself cutting off his hair.
And that detail Im almost shure made Liam very jealous.
When I turned my face to his I could literally feel the fire blowing from his eyes, his fury could be seen from a fucking plane.
As soon as we got outside we started to argue, like outside the chapel.
Before I could anticipate I saw slowly how his hands traveled the air and across; and in a fact of seconds I felt the fire in my face, the tears pouring in my eyes and as you can imagine folks. Yes! He slapped the shit out of me...
So romantic! (sarcasticaly)
"What the fuck is wrong with you Liam?!" I cried
"Its your fault, everything is your fault. Were you having fun with that asshole! Were you!" He literally screamed at me with all the anger in the world, his gaze I did not recognize.
This wasnt him. This is not the man I loved.
I still had my hand on my face covering where the pain pumped. And tears pooled and ran trough my face, across my neck. I could feel them running into my breast. It was like a river.
"Dont be a dramatic! I did not even touch you. Plus you hitted me first, you can and I cant? Huh? Is that it? Because you are a women you can disrespect me you bitch! I have rights too Vanhousen!" Liam screamed.
I felt terrible and, I was still thinking when i touched him? Because I never hitted him. I would never. I loved him. I respected him. What the hell is happening. This cant be real.
Then I decided to leave.
I remember I ran and ran until I was on the back seat of someones car...
"Get out of the motherfucking car A, we are not finished. Stupid!" I heard Liam on the distance already.
And I cried and cried like the world was ending... Because for me it was... I cleaned my face from the tears that were sliding down my rosy cheeks and when I saw my hoodie sleeves i was done... There was... Blood.
Apparently his slap made my lips pound against my own teeth and those motherfucking pieces of I dont know, bone, in my mouth were the ones that did the big wonders...
We finally arrived home and I tried to cover everything up for when the lights of the car went on. I failed. When they went on everyone saw.
"Is that blood on your face A?" Asked Karla
I ignored her. I was lost.
" April what happened? What the fuck happened?!" Said James, frantic.
"I... I bit myself. I guess when we got into the holes, the curves on the street; mabe that was, it dosent hurt, im okay" I lied. Tears pouring in my eyes. I knew that if I didnt leave they would have guessed.
"Liar" Afirmed Steph
I stepped acroos all of them. Got out of the car and told them to leave. Crying. Burning with rage.
"Go! Leave! Im tired. Goodbye" I almost begged.
In a whiplash all I felt for Liam was hate and rage... He was gonna pay for that...
And I remembered his face...I saw my father in his eyes everytime he beated up mom, I saw a monster, I saw daddy, my horrible beloved daddy in his eyes, he was bad, bad like daddy when he almost drawned my mom on the beach slap by slap, when he broke her shirt and raised his hand at her the first time he left, I saw daddy in him, and I hated him, he was a monster.
I got to my house and sitted down in a chair my mom always had in there... When I cleaned myself, rolled my sleeves so no one would see the blood. Got my keys out and opened the door.
Mom was there.
"Hey honey. I stood awake waiting for you so we could watch a film..." She said excited but I could see her gaze changing... To an anxious one.
"No thanks mom. Im tired, I just want to sleep" I snapped.
"But what happened my love? Where you crying? Tell me." She said on a worrying tone .
"Nothing mother. I was laughing a lot on the car, really laughed to tears. And now im only tired" I almost tried to laugh, but it went fake.
"But honey... The movie I rented.." She started...
"Stop mom! I said im tired. Very tired. So please! Im going to my room and please try to leave me in peace" I felt bad for my attitude and those words the second I said them. But it was the only way shed let me go.
I went directly to my room, searched clothes and went to the shower.
I slided to the shower floor and as the water fell on me I sobbed letting the water erase my tears the moment they went out; and all the good memories I had with him made it hurt ever more, he hurted me, disrespected me and I felt it go away... I wasnt gonna love that monster ever again...
But back to reality that monster was hugging me right now and I couldnt love it, I want him to let me go, but im scared, scared of him doing it again, scared of being alone.
Thats why im here smiling as he presents me at all his friends like his girl, and I know I look convincingly happy, because I know how to hide what I feel, im a great actress, and flawless liar.
Plus someone that loves you isnt supposed to know whats inside your heart? Well I guess he didnt, and even if I knew he did with all his heart, I did not care because I felt nothing anymore... Nothing at all.
