Trust Me To Hurt You

Chapter 20

Longest chapter everrrr! Dedicated to Jia (marshmallow28), my awesome friend. She always dedicates her stories, and I promised her.

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               "Allie, why won't you confront me?" Liam's voice boomed from the other side of the hotel's white, mahogany door. I choked back a sob, tears running down my cheeks. I slapped a hand on my mouth, as whimpers escaped them.

               "Allie, tell me. What have I done for you to hate me?" He asked softly. I shook my head, but he could not see. I was glad, though. I did not want him to know what is happening to me right now.

               "I'm sorry for whatever I've done, alright? I'll never promise you that I could be the perfect guy, but give me a chance. Please." Liam begged, his voice calming down into a whisper. 

               "No."

               Thirty Six Hours Ago

               "Do you think she'll want to talk about her?"

               "No, don't you see she's hurting you idiot! Allie wouldn't want that."

               "Still, Em, she's our friend. I think talking about her mom would help her."

               "Help her what, Nicole? Help her cry?"

               I sighed and tore my eyes away from the water pouring down the window. "I can hear you guys." I said. I heard a smack, and I knew that the two of them smacked each other’s head for being too loud. They opened my hotel room's door wider and shuffled to sit next to me on the cushioned bench. They both gave me a sheepish smile.

               "Next time, try not to whisper yell." I said, trying to let them know I was alright. They both stared at me, and I sighed, running a hand through my messy hair. I knew what they were staring at.

               For the first few hours of being in California again, I had looked like I had traveled around the world without sleeping. My make up was smeared, eyes puffy, and my blond hair was tangled from all the fingers I ran it through. I was in my black One Direction hoodie and grey sweat pants, listening to We The Kings over and over again with my almost drained iPod.

               "What happened to you, Al?"

               "You look like shit."

               I gave them a wry smile. "I guess I'm not yet ready to face my mom again." I murmured, playing with the strings of my hoodie. It was true. When I moved in with Cody, I had been distracting myself with school. True, like my plan leaving Cali helped me throughout the weeks, but it didn't stopped the memories. The night she...left.

               And every moment that led to this, I knew that I wasn't going to avoid it anymore. I had to face the fact that all I have left was Cody and my friends. Luckily I have them rather than none.

               "You want to talk about it?" They asked. I stared at them blankly, noted their appearances. Emmalie's red hair was frizzy, because of the weather. Her face looked pale under the grayish afternoon light, and it looked like she was about to have a cold. Nicole looked a bit like Emma too. Her shiny brown hair was dull, and that glint in her eyes was gone, concern within its depths.

               I nodded. I was pushing them away. Everyone. When was the last time since I admitted that I had been thinking of mom? When did I ever told my friends the truth about how I was feeling. Sure, they know about between me and Liam, if there is even something between us, but right now that wasn't important. It was me coping up with mom's death.