An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 37

"Why do you keep saying you hoped to see me? I thought I made myself clear that I never wanted to see you again." I remind him, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks taken aback by this.

"Babygirl-"

"Stop calling me that." I cut him off, getting angry. He can't come here and ruin everything I've built. He ruined my life once and I'll be damned if I let him do it again.

"Kyla, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of the stuff I said. I was just lashing out. Please, baby. I'm sorry." He looks so desperate, but I know better than to fall into his trap again.

"Liam, just leave me alone. I'm doing good here. If you ever cared at all you'll do me this one favor." I say, tears welling up in my eyes as memories of that night come back to me.

"Babygirl." Liam smiles at me as I let him inside the house. The boys all just left and I didn't question where they were going, I just texted Liam.

"Hey Lee." I smile, loving how bright his eyes are tonight.

"Are you sure nobody's going to come home?" He asks, only giving me a chance to nod, before his lips smash into my own.

"Do you have the stuff?" I ask, once he moves to my neck. He pulls away and pulls out the bag, handing it over to me.

"Better?" He asks, once we're both high. I just nod, before smashing my lips against his, a smile on my face.

He pulls me over so that I'm sitting in his lap, straddling him. I run my hand through his hair.

He starts kissing down my jawline and to my neck, I throw my head back, giving him more access. He smirks, before finding my soft spot sucking and biting. I moan, which only encourages him to continue.

I pull his face back up once he finishes there, smashing his lips into mine once again. He obliges, licking my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I grant. He starts taking off my shirt, which causes me to pull away. He frowns at me, looking confused.

"No, Liam." I say, shaking my head. I'm only fifteen, most girls my age might be ready to give up their innocence, but I refuse to. Liam would start with taking off my shirt, then he'll expect to fuck me and that is not happening. Before we started this arrangement, I made rules. One was all clothes stayed on.

"C'mon Kyla." He says, flashing me that smile that always takes my breath away.

"I said no." I say, getting up off of his lap. He grabs my wrist, holding it tightly. I try to pull it away, but I can't.

"It's been a year of this. I deserve more." He says, getting angry. Liam angry is never a good thing. His grasp on my wrist hurts, but I can't do anything about it.

"You knew going in that I wasn't going to be one of your little fuck buddies." I say, reminding him that he agreed to this arrangement.

"You're just a fucking slut who thinks she's better than everyone else. I don't know why. Your parents clearly don't love you. Your brothers only feel obliged to take care of you. You're a nuisance to everyone in your life. Fuck Chris. I'm not doing this shit anymore. You're just a little bitch who will never be wanted. A bitch who William clearly didn't do a good enough job on teaching you anything." He spits out, his eyes a dark green. A green that shows just how angry he is. I don't like that green. I like the beautiful, happy green.

"What do you mean, 'fuck Chris'?" I ask quietly, fear of my voice cracking, he said all the right things to upset me, but I have to know.

"Chris bet me that I couldn't do this for eighteen months. Deal with you. He was right, no money in the world could make me go on for another day." He says, before storming out of the house, leaving me curled up on the couch crying.