Fallen Hard

Ruin

  It makes this harder

And the tears stream down my face

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He felt dizzy, thinking about all that had happened in the last twenty four hours. His birthday. The celebration. Ignatius' hands on him. A rush of air. Ignatius being ripped away from him.

It was still a blur, but it felt real. Zayn's hands roaming all over his body. The vampire's offer that had sounded so obscene in the boy's innocent ears. 

It had been only a day and the whole town knew about what had happened to him. A day was enough to break him down. He flipped the sharp metal in his hand. The glint it gave off should have made him think about it again but he didn't. He knew what he wanted. He didn't want to look at the sad face of his mother and regret his existence. The way she looked at him, knowing that in another year her son would be gone. Not her son anymore.

Or the cold stares his sister sent his way. The way she fumed and spat at him, as if all of this was his fault. As if he had seduced the King, while all he had done was just have a normal conversation with a stranger at a birthday ball. As if he enjoyed being called names by people he didn't know. Something burned in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Something he quite couldn't point out.

And after Zayn had left him in the woods, her words became more spiteful. She had discovered him, trying to drag Ignatius along with him to the Manor. While Abigail had rushed up to help him, Rebecca only stared at him, and when she came to know what happened, her looks had turned more malignant than ever. 

And today morning, she had burst into his room, shouting at him for being such a slut. For using his body to get him to the top.

"You are nothing but a slut, Liam", she had spat at him while he stayed unmoving on his bed. He let her say whatever she wanted, not trying to defend himself. He did not even try to make her stop. He knew whatever she said was right. He let himself believe whatever she said.

I am a slut. I am a slut. I am a slut. He repeated it over and over again in his head, curling up into a ball.

When Abigail had come into his room to comfort him, she knew he was lost. The way he looked at her as if he didn't know her, glassy eyes moving up to meet hers.

 Blank. Empty. Vacant.

"Li, get up." He just cowered into himself, as if he was afraid of her. And he was. Afraid of the malevolent words that would inevitably leave her mouth. he was waiting for her to turn her back on him and leave him for a lost cause. He knew she was disgusted at him, for being a slut.

Without thinking, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "I'm a slut."

"What? What are you talking about?" She reached out her hand to him, but he drew back from her touch.

"She said it. And I know that is what I am. A slut." He said it like it was a fact.

"Who said that? You are not a slut, Li." She moved forward, reaching out to hug him.

"No, stop. Don't touch me." His voice started to break. He willed himself not to cry and disgust her even more, at what a pathetic creature he was.

"Li, stop hurting yourself like this. You are not a slut. Who said that?" She asked again.

"Rebecca." He looked down at the duvet, hands fiddling with the material.

"That bitch." She muttered under her breath. She came closer and pulled him into a hug, ignoring his protests. "Look Liam, it's not your fault that the King is infatuated with you. It's not your fault, honey."

He sighed, trying to convince himself, but deep inside he knew that he was at fault. If only he hadn't strayed away from the ball to the balcony.

"I wish I could change all this somehow." He whispered, huddling against Abigail.

"I wish I could too." She whispered back. "But it isn't possible, is it?" She looked down at him. He shook his head no with a sad smile but didn't say anything. "Don't listen to what Rebecca says, 'kay? Just ignore her. I can't figure out why she's being so hard on you."

"Neither can I", was all he said.

As soon as she had left him, he had locked himself up in his room and hunted for the blade that he was holding at the moment. He kept turning it around in his hand, as a tear slipped down his pale cheek.

People had already started talking. Everybody knew Ignatius had been attacked by the King and nobody knew why the King would attack a mortal boy. Except Liam. But the stories were already swirling around. Some involved a stratagem about how Liam was going behind the loving King's back and having an affair with Ignatius. the King had caught them red-handed and flipped and attacked Ignatius. Or others were about how Liam was cheating on Ignatius and sleeping with Zayn to get a free pass into the luxurious life of a Royal. And Ignatius had felt jealous and didn't see that the King was better than him and had tried to assault Liam when Zayn had caught him in the act and had attacked him to defend his love.

But none of the tabloids even considered the possibility of their faultless King forcing Liam to give up everything he ever cared for so that the King could have him.

Liam felt frustrated, not being able to tell everyone who was at fault, but he knew if he did tell them about the night before both the Payne and Cadwalader family wouldn't live to see the light of the day.

"This will solve everything." He whispered to himself, and brought the blade closer to his hand.

He felt the cold metal press against his pale skin. A blood drop trickled down his arm and onto the duvet, staining the sheet red. He watched the stain spread in a detached manner, as if it was happening to someone else. 

The red was all that he saw.

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Oooh, I'm bad at cliffhangers. But, anyway, I've had my exams so this might be shitty and kinda short. Sorry. I can't believe this story went this far. So thank you, everyone. I love you. And let me know what you think in the comment section. :) I'm thinking about posting QOTCs. 

One for now: Do you want any other ships like Lirry or Lilo? (But I'm not promising smut for them 'cause I'm a hardcore Ziam bitch, ha!)

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