Nothing's Fine

Chapter 11

I relaxed for a moment, and Liam took advantage. He wrapped his arms around me once more.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“I bet.” I sighed into his neck. He smelt so damn good.

“Let’s watch a movie, yeah? You can pick.”

He removed his arms and went out of the room to fetch the movie case. I sunk into the couch, pretending not to care that in a few minutes, Liam and I would be watching a movie. I needed to get home. The more I delayed myself getting home, the harder the beatings came because she had more to drink. I liked to think that she was drinking because she was worrying herself sick over if I was safe or not, but I knew better than to be optimistic.

Before long, Liam came back with a handful of movies. He laid them out in front of me. Toy Story, Toy Story Two, and Toy Story Three, were all that I saw. I glanced up at him to see if he was joking.

“Come on! I don’t want to watch some sappy movie! You can pick one of these!”

“You said I could pick the movie!”

“Well, you can! You can pick your favorite Toy Story!”

“Oh My God Liam. You want to go get your woody doll to go along with it?”

“You wouldn’t believe how many I actually have!” He laughed.

For the first time, I couldn’t contain my smile. I groaned.

“Liam! Fine. Let’s just watch the first one.”

“How did I know you were gunna choose that?” He sighed, standing up to put in the DVD.

He settled back down on the couch beside me. The movie started as my mind began to wander. The first time I came into his house, his mom made us both hot chocolate. It was so good, that I asked for seconds. She gladly made it. I thought it was strange that she was so sweet and nice and didn’t have a problem sparing extra mix. Liam and I sat in this very living room. His mom came in with a bunch of movies, and we picked Toy Story. We sat in his living room from about four o’ clock, to nine o’ clock that night. It wasn’t necessarily my greatest memory of being with Liam, but it was one of my more clear ones.

Half way through the movie, a yawn escaped from my mouth. Liam looked down at me. Currently, his arm was resting over the shoulder of the couch, right above my shoulders. We weren’t cuddling, but I could feel the heat coming off his body none-the-less.

Before I could protest, he reached over and grabbed a blanket from the far-right chair. He wrapped in around me as he leaned me into his chest. I stiffened, not wanting him to think I was enjoying this. I could tell by the way he shifted, that he knew. Before I knew it, his lips were at my ear.

“I don’t bite Sarah. Relax. It’s okay. I’m not gunna hurt you.”

I decided it wasn’t worth fighting over. He had hurt me; real bad. I get it. Becoming famous is a once in a lifetime opportunity, but that doesn’t make losing your best friend hurt any less.

I relaxed, hoping to make him feel better. I’m not sure why I cared. It’s only been one day, and we’ve barely spent it together. I don’t want to feel bad for him. That would be like letting him off the hook and I’m not going to do that. I won’t.

I felt his arm wrap around my body. The warmth radiating off of him was addicting. My eyes started fluttering closed. I snapped them back open. I couldn’t fall asleep. My mother would kill me, and she couldn’t finish the job, Mrs. Shay would surely finish me off.