faking it.fiveyearslater.completed.

a liam chapter.

"She poured a hot coffee on me! Don't worry, I'm not pressing charges."

God, I'm such an idiot.

"What did you say to her?!?"

She scoffs, "What did I say?!? Are you serious? She came over to me. Which means you told her or she's not as dumb as I thought."

"Watch it Gia." I snarled.

"Look, I didn't ask questions when you suddenly broke off whatever we briefly had, but it did hurt. You gave me no explanation."

"Did I really have to? You were an intern sleeping with a married man, who you knew was married. What we had was a fling for both of us. Stop pretending like I hurt your feelings."

"Nethertheless, you're welcome for the heads up."

"Thank you." With that I hung up and tried to call Amy. She let it ring once then sent it straight to voicemail. I tried Karma with the same result. "DAMN IT!" I yelled in frustration.

I calmed myself quickly. "Nov?"

"Yes daddy?" She answered from upstairs.

"Wanna go see grandma and grandpa?"

She appears on the steps, "Which ones?"

I frown, "My parents' silly."

"That would be a negative."

"Why not?"

"They spend zero time with me. I'm always handed off to one of their "servants."

Well, that pretty much sounds like my childhood.

"Mommy's back!"

I hear car doors slam and the jingle of keys at the door. Amy reappears with the meanest look directed directly at me.

"Super Nova, let's go get some ice cream!"

"Yay!" She runs upstairs to retrieve her shoes.

"Amy—

"Not yet." She spits through her teeth.

Nova run back down and heads out the door.

"Wait for me." Amy tosses Karma the keys and she shakes her head at me before leaving.

"Amy—

She punches me hard in the face before I get out another word and I stumble back a bit. She clenches her hand in pain as I feel my right eyes start to swell. At this point, I could care less about my eye.

"Let me see it—

"DO NOT... TOUCH ME." Amy walks around me to the kitchen and grabs an ice bag. She struggles to put the ice in with one hand.

"Amy, let me help."

"You've helped enough, don't you think?"

I took the bag from her, much to her disapproval, and filled it with ice. When I finished she snatched it back and laid it on her red knuckles. I realized she was crying and it hurt my heart.

"Amy, I am so sorry."

"Just so you know, I'm crying because I think I seriously injured my hand, but yeah you sleeping with an 18-year-old whore hurts too." She sits atop of the counter and wipes her face with her good hand.

"I will do anything, for your forgiveness. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why did you sleep with her? Was your current sex life with me not satisfying enough?"

"Amy..."