Trust Me To Hurt You

Chapter 12-2 (Liam)

Also, caution, this chapter is a bit more dirty than Allie's POV because Liam's a guy and he's known for being a man whore. Don't worry, I won't be all detailed. Just less innocent. You can skip this if you want because this is just his POV of the last two chapters.

 

There, you have been warned.

Liam at the side :D

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               "Eeeey man." Jason slurred, slumping against the floor. Wow, this guy can get so wasted. "Why you ain't drinkin?" He asked. I didn't say anything to him and instead looked at the other party goers. He didn't seem to notice because he as drinking once again.

               After, he groaned, his legs giving way. He fell to the floor. "Alright, party's over man. We need to get you home." I said, kneeling next to him and putting his arm over my shoulder. He protested weakly but I got him in the car.

               "Man I don't feel good." He whispered. I looked at him for a second before scowling at him. "Dude, if you do your shit here I am so jacking up your pretty little face Jace." I threatened lightly as I turned around the corner. The music was so loud I was shocked why the cops aren't even there yet.

               "I feel sick Liam." I heard Jace muttered. He looked green so I stopped on time before he puked. He ran out of the car and rushed to the nearest trash bin. After, he sat down against the wall, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I let him catch his breath as I looked at the deserted road beside us. 

               I looked at my watch. Twelve o’five. Staring of into the distance, my eyes glaze over as a deep wave of nostalgia overcomes me, along with a horrible memory I would never forget.

                 

               (start of flashback)

               The girl leaned on me, looking dead tired. I grinned, feeling proud of myself. "That was the best, Liam." She whispered before getting up.

               I watched her pick up her scattered clothes and putting them on, giving me a whispered goodbye before going out of the back fence.

               I laid there on the grass in silence, adrenaline starting to fade out as I watched the stars above.

               "Liam! Liam Summers!!" I heard my mom screech. I rolled my eyes, I knew she was gonna give me a lecture on learning how to control my hormones and shit. Like I give a damn.

               I hastily picked up my clothes that were scattered and put them on. I went in the kitchen to face my hell of a mother.

               "What?!" I asked gruffly, turning my back on her to get a glass of water.

               "Don't you what me! Didn't I tell you no parties this month?" She asked. I knew that she had her hands on her waist, trying to burn a hole at the back of my head.