For The Little Palms

Chapter 4

(VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE)

He kicks his sneakers off of his legs and throws himself on the couch. He sits up and looks at me, I can see a little smile again. He pats the spot next to him and nods a bit, his head pointing down.

I hesitantly transfer my weigh from one hip to another and pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

He lifts his eyebrows and points his index finger to the spot.

Something in his eyes tells me I better get myself there or he will do it for me.

I slowly approach the coach and sit down, as far away from him as I can.

It's now a little less creepier because I know his name, but he is still the same bully he was yesterday, and it's still freaking me out to be in the same room as him.

You can actually feel his presence, he's giving away some sort of energy. The negative one, of cores. He has a magnetic field around himself, I guess that's what other people call 'the walls'.

He's so mysterious, that It makes him interesting and it also makes you want to run, because you don't know what the hell to expect from him.

He studies my body without any signs of shyness and I desperately try not to blush and run out of he room.

«You hungry?« he surprises me by speaking and I jump on place, my eyelids as wide open as possible.

He chuckles and poked my cheek in intention to make me smile, too.

The corners of my lips curve up for a moment, just to satisfy him, so he won't poke me again. He shakes his head and stands up.

»are you?« he asks again and I have to think a little to remember what the question was. As food pops in my mind, I feel like my stomach just turned around.

I shake my head as 'no' and he stands in front of me, staring directly into my eyes for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and going to kitchen to get some food.

All he's gonna find is coffee but I let him try anyway.

»Where's the food?« his voice is frustrated and surprised as he hangs his weigh on the fridge handle to line over the wall, trying to see me.

»in the store?« what a pathetic answer, Stella.

»Do you even eat?« he laughs and fills the glass with water.

»when I'm hungry,« I shrug. I'm not hungry often, not that I'm on some sort of diet but I'm just not hungry, simple as that.

»I can see trough your bones.« he jokes and pokes my ribs again as he lays back on the coach.

I roll my eyes and quickly check that he didn't see it, I don't want to risk another poke.

I lift my hands up and my eyes go wide again as I see my wrists. They're purple and blue and now that I'm thinking about it, they start to hurt again.

I offendedly look over to Liam but his eyes are focused on the phone in his hands.

I hate how quiet he is. I'm quiet too, but the two of us being quiet together is just frustrating and nerve-wracking.

I can't stand it.

Liam's POV

I look over to the messy girl but she has already locked her eyes and thoughts on something outside of the big window.

Her brownish hair are all over the place and they seem matted, but she couldn't care less, she doesn't even pull them in a bun like most of the girls do.

Her clothes are oversized, not a weird thing actually, I bet there aren't any adult stores that would sale clothes for people as small as herself.

She's an elf!

I smile at the thought but the smile disappears as my thoughts drift off to my best friend.

I mean my ex best friend.

I feel a big ball in my throat but I swallow it down, shaking my head.

»You know you did the right thing, honey« my mom's voice plays in my head. Her face was so unsure when she was telling me it was alright, it made me feel the guilt even harder.

I mentally slap myself for thinking about that again, about him and her and how it used to be.

I now physically face palm myself and Stella turns her head in my direction, giving me a weird look.

She probably thinks i'm insane, just walking in her apartment but I really need to be here, here no one can find me.

Or at least that's what my mom said.

And she also said the apartment was free, but than this girl showed up.

Way to go, mom.

The doorbell pulls me out of my thoughts and I slowly get up and walk to the front door.

I lift my brow at the cop standing in front of me and I lean on my arm after placing it on the door.

»I've got a report that a young lady was in trouble.« he speaks and I stiffen for a second, then turn around to se Stella's pale face.

I shoot her a killing glare and turn back to the officer.

»I think it was a mistake sir, we're fine.« I state and give him a horrible fake smile.

»can I see the Miss. ?« he asks and I nod and move a step aside to reveal Stella, still sitting on the coach.

She waves at the officer like an idiot and he nods and apologizes for interrupting us, than leaves.

I shut the door closed and rush over to the coach.

Stella buries her bonny body as deep in the pillows as she can and looks at me, fear clear in her green eyes.

These eyes, they remind me of some dude I know but I can't wrap my had around who he is.

»you've called the police?!« I yell and grab her wrist, attending to pull her out of the pile of pillows.

Pain shoots over her bright eyes but I don't care, he's gonna kill me if he finds me, and having police coming over really doesn't help me hide.

She parts her full lips, trying to say something but I interrupt her.

»what is wrong with you?!« I know it's not her fault, but she's the one near and I need to get the anger out.

She looks so frightened I almost feel bad for a moment.

Almost.

She doesn't fight back, she hangs under the hold of my hand like a puppet-doll

I grab her other wrist and pull her up and down, to make her stand normally.

I feel like I'm holding two bones, I really need to get her something to eat.

I'm thinking about getting her lunch while yelling at her?

I think I've got insane.

I toss the little girl back to the sofa and frustratedly walk up and down the small apartment.

I hear her small steps run away, I guess into the bedroom.

I'm torturing the little girl and I don't even feel guilty about it, what a bully has this shit made me.

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