That Bad Boy

27 Dresses

Chapter Twenty Two

27 Dresses

Sienna's POV –

Liam was gone. Liam was gone. The same words were being repeated in my head over and over again, taunting me with every moment I kept my eyes open. And then I closed them, and I dreamed of him and his stupid, gorgeous face.

Liam was gone.

I still didn't know the real reason why. Albeit, it had only been a couple of hours since I was told that he had left, but the words were more than a 'until tomorrow...' sort of thing. And I would never forget the guilt in his expression as he told me everything. Liam was gone, and I wasn't sure when I was ever going to see him again.

My mother felt bad for me. I knew that because she went to the kitchen to try and make me brownies, but then gave up five minutes later and bought me some from Charlottes. My dad was happy though. He said that I didn't need a boyfriend, even when I told him that Liam was never my boyfriend. Huh... don't I wish.

Once again, Alex, the only mature one in the family actually comforted me. He stayed idly by my side, and made every attempt at making me smile. I was lying on the couch in the lounge room, the TV on and a movie playing and shockingly enough, I wasn't paying any attention.

"You aren't analysing the film." Alex remarked.

"I'm thinking about him." I replied bluntly, unsure of what else to say.

"You thinking of how dreamy he is?" Alex mimicked, shooting me a smirk.

Scratch that – I was the only mature one in the family.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, offering him a smile.

"Shut don't go up."

"Oh God, my family is so annoying!" I groaned, covering my face with a pillow.

"You sound like a whiny teenager." Alex laughed, removing the pillow off of my face.

"I'm allowed to be." I huffed.

Alex rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen, coming back with a bowl of popcorn in hand.

"I was going to get you ice-cream and chocolate but then I remembered he didn't exactly break up with you, so popcorn will suffice."

I knew Alex was making a joke, but I couldn't help but feel like Liam and I had actually just broken up. Yes, we weren't together, but there was no doubt that our relationship was heading to it in time. We were happy, we were good, and then Chelsea called me and everything was ruined.

I was very hesitant with answering her call, but I figured it must have been important if she actually contacted me. She apologised profusely and told me that she had something to tell me. And then she begun to explain how Liam approached her and paid her to stick to the story he fed me.

I freaked out over that. My mind was going crazy with ideas, and I had Ally come into the room with me, trying to ease my worry. But I was furious that Liam had lied to me, and I think most of that anger came from the burning rage of Liam actually going to Chelsea, of all people, to try and hide something from me.

After Liam had told me that he knew about... about the rape, I thought I would be angry. And I was, oh God, was I angry. But after he explained everything to me, yeah, sure he had kept everything from me, but I couldn't let the tiny resentment part in me overshadow my clear awe for the guy that brought down my nightmare.

But for some reason, Liam thought he was accountable. He was so stupid.  If it weren't for him, my rapist would still be walking the streets, doing God knows what to other girls.