Not A Word

Chapter Eleven

Tara

Liam pulled up in front of his house and my jaw dropped. The front of the house stood tall and nearly towered over trees that were planted next to it. There were so many windows which deceived the eye to believe that there were many rooms. In the driveway there were two other cars, these were lower to the ground than the one he drove, but they were immaculate just the same.

Without even glancing in my direction Liam walked past me and toward the front door. I expected him to walk right in considering it looked as if his parents were home. Instead he stopped at the front door and turned to look at me. "Are you coming or are you just going to stare at the house the entire time?" he snapped.

I scurried over to where he was standing and watched as he put a key in the lock to unlock the door. "I always knew that you were pretty well off but I never expected this." I said in amazement.

"What did you expect a cottage in the woods? My parents could never. They have to have cell service and wifi all the time." he shrugged, "They probably aren't even home."

He motioned for me to walk in the house but I just stood there. "What do you mean that they're probably not home? There's two other cars in the driveway." I said confused and a little scared.

"Those are their backups. They 'need' them in case their car has something wrong with it. Now are you coming in or not?"

I crossed my arms, "Not. I only agreed to do this here because I thought your parents would be home to-" I stopped mid sentence.

"Home to what? Protect you from me?" he glared. "Well I hate to burst your bubble but they're working so were here all alone. I'm not going to do anything to you though. Have a little faith Tara."

I laughed humourlessly, "Trust you? You're funny Liam, a real comedian."

Liam sighed, "Let's just do this." he walked into the dining room and flung his bag onto the table.

"Be careful. You're going to dent the table." I said in a slightly panicked voice.

Liam looked at me confused, "It's not a problem. My parents really don't care, why are you getting so worked up about it?"

I rubbed the back of my neck embarrassed. I should have guessed that his parents didn't care. Other peoples parents weren't like mine and didn't care much of there was a small scratch or dent in a table, or a crack in a cup. "I-I'm not. I just didn't know what your parents didn't care. Just forget it."

He stepped closer to me and looked deep into my eyes. "This time I'm not just going to forget it. There's something seriously wrong Tara. Why would you think my parents would care and why the avoidance on the topic of your parents? Time to tell."

I glared back at him into his chocolate brown eyes that deceived you to believe they were warm and caring but held terrible evil beneath them. "I've told you that I'll never tell you. Just accept that for what it is. I have secrets that I will take with me to my grave and nobody will ever know about them." I screamed into his face.

His hands clasped into my upper arms and gripped tight. "You really think I'm going to turn against you and go back to Zayn? He's an asshole Tara and one that deserves to be severely punished for what he's been doing to you. I want you to be able to trust me. What can I do to get you to see that I only want to help?"

My breath got trapped in my throat as a giant lump formed. The sincerity in his eyes nearly floored me. He actually looked as if he cared about what happened to me. For that instant he wasn't a bully who caused me pain and anguish but merely a boy who was willing to help an abused girl.