That Bad Boy

Scarface

Chapter Twenty One

Scarface

Sienna's POV –

I had enough; I couldn't do this back and forth with him over and over again. I hated him for the secret that he was trying to keep from me, and I was just so done.

I turned my back and put my hand on the door handle. I made my final decision and if he wanted to continuously string me around with his lies, he could do that. But I had enough.

Just as I was about to twist the door handle, signifying that Liam and I would never speak again, he spoke.

"I know about the rape." I stopped, my hand frozen and my body tensing. My whole world was shattered right there. "Sienna, I know that you got raped. Because... Because I was there."

I felt like the air had been knocked out of me, that my throat was closing up and blocking any part of airways that would allow me to just breathe. It was simple, really. Breathing. But in that moment, there was no f*cking way that I would be able to do it.

Still frozen, in my position, I felt as if with Liam's words, he had also pushed his hand inside of me and ripped out my chest. I needed to heave, but I knew nothing would come out. He... He knew...

I couldn't even register the thought. I couldn't process what was happening. My eyes burnt with rage and my legs no longer held me up. I felt myself falling and expected to crash with a bang except, I was caught.

He... he caught me.

"Sienna, breathe." My face was probably on fire right about now and I must have looked like I was going to pass out. Not a very attractive look, but it wasn't like I cared.

I merely managed a shake of the head, signifying that I couldn't breathe. My breath came out in pants, and I felt like I was drowning. My fingernails, almost instinctively formed a shape and began to dig into my palm, causing small curves of blood to be drawn out.

"Y-Y-You... Kn..." I couldn't carry on, hell I couldn't make a sound other than my mentally deranged breaths.

"Sienna, I'm so sorry. Please, it isn't what it sounds like. Please let me explain."

Another shake of the head. How do I even function at about now?

A strangled cry escaped my lips and I crouched down on the floor, jumping out of Liam's arms.

I rested my face in my hands and I allowed myself to cry, like really cry. I forgot about the humiliation or the warning I received on that night about crying. But Liam knew anyway, right? Because apparently, the f*cking bastard had been there.

"Sienna, please, don't cry. Please let me help you."

I wasn't looking, but I could imagine him trying to approach me, but too scared about my reaction to his touch. Other than that night, right now was my most vulnerable. I knew I was going to crumble like this, because I expected something horrifying after Chelsea's call.

I didn't know what I wanted to do. I wanted him gone. But I also didn't want to talk, to speak, or anything of that matter. I just wanted to lie down, on my spot on the floor and wallow in my sadness. I wanted to forget about the hole in my chest for just a little while longer and dream, something anything. Just not of this.

It was funny, really, because after that night, I was always afraid to go back to sleep, terrified that I would dream of him and his face, and the way his disgusting hands touched me. But now? After being emotionally and mentally ripped to shreds, all I wanted to do was sleep.