Dark Liam

Chapter 35

You breathe heavily, "Liam, I don't know what he's talking about."

"Why would he send that then?" You can tell he's trying to control his anger by the way he rubs his palms against his temples.

"I don't know.." You trail off. You honestly had no idea why Jacob would send that. You stare back down at the message, re-reading it a few more times.

"I miss us. I should have fucked you when I had the chance."

He is honestly such a jerk. You were glad you two had never gone that far before because it wouldn't have meant anything to him like how it does to Liam. Liam is so passionate about it, even though he can be quite rough at times.

"I'm going to cut his dick off." Liam replies harshly, not really directing the comment towards you, but to the tv which was still playing a show you've never seen before.

"I don't want this to ruin our good time. Please.."

He sighs, "Okay. But the next time I see him, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. He shouldn't still be having thoughts about fucking you. That's my job now."

You shiver from his words. But you immediately recover and are pleased to find that he mostly controlled his anger and dealt with it in a better way than he normally does.

"Thank you." you say and crawl back under the covers.

"For fucking you?" he questions. You flush and look away from him.

You hesitate, trying to ignore what he just said, "For not getting angry."

He shrugs slightly and tosses your phone at you, "Turn that thing off. I don't want to look at it anymore."

You quickly press the power button and shut it down. The screen goes black and you gently lay it on the nightstand and curl up next to Liam.

***

You wake up with a jolt the next morning, awakening from a nightmare. You notice your forehead has sweat covering it. You were convinced that it wasn't the dream that was making you sweat, it was being so close to Liam. You were practically laying on top of him. Your head was placed under his arm, and your legs were intertwined with his. You had your arms wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly. You quickly throw the covers off of you and slowly unravel yourself out of Liam and head to the bathroom.

You use the restroom, then comb your hair and brush your teeth with a spare un-used toothbrush and toothpaste. You head downstairs, still wearing the fuzzy pajama pants and large tee shirt that Heather let you borrow. You walk into the kitchen and notice nobody is up yet. You glance at the clock on the oven and see that it's only 8:13. If you would have known it was this early, you would have stayed up in the room with Liam. But there was no way you could have went back to sleep after that horrid dream.

"You're up early." a voice says from behind you. You jump in surprise and quickly turn around to find Heather standing in the doorway, already fully dressed in tight jeans and a long sleeve cardigan, with her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. You smile at her presence and lean against the counter.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Oh, was something wrong?" She walks towards the coffee maker and starts to prepare it.

"No, just a dream." You say, not wanting to give any details about it.

"So did you sleep good, besides having the dream?" She laughs slightly, and you're relieved when she doesn't ask anything about it.

"Yes, for the most part. You have a lovely home." You add.

She starts up the coffee pot and it begins dripping out coffee.