"Back in Texas, I lived with my mom and my dad. We were kind of like the ideal family. We went on vacation's together, we would play games together, I when I hung out with my friends, my parents could join us and it wouldn't be awkward. It would always be fun. My mom and dad had to work a lot so we could live such a good life. My mom had a better job, but she's naturally smarter. I think my father was always jealous of it, but I never noticed then. During my junior year, everything was fine. I hung out with three people every day. Julia, Anna, and Max. Anna and Max were dating, and Julia was just very gay. They were walking me home and I heard yelling from inside my house. It wasn't normal yelling, it sounded strained... as if something, someone had died. And I was right. I ran inside closing the door on all my friends to find my mom with bags under her eyes, mascara dripping, practically falling asleep on the counter and yelling at my dad was obviously very tipsy, but not drunk. They were screaming at each other. My mom screamed of 17 years of dedication and sacrifice gone and wasted, while he screamed for his freedom and happiness. It was like watching the world crumble and not be able to do anything about it. My mom crazily threw a bottle which miraculously missed him, but hit me in the head instead." Liza said lifting up a strand of hair while she pointed at a cut she had gotten.
"Anyways, my mother was mortified, but my dad was laughing. It was the darkest laugh I think I've ever heard. I think it was the alcohol. It wasn't long before I found out my dad had cheated on my mom with a 23-year-old woman, that also worked with him. From that moment on, things started to get worse. My mom never talked, and when she did, wasn't kind. She tried her best, but who wouldn't be heartbroken. And my dad started coming home later and later. Reliving his 20's by going out and drinking. Lot's and lots of drinking. My whole house started to become this drinking house. My dad would yell a lot more and drink to make him forget about it, and my mom would drink to keep memories tucked away. Until one day, he left. I think I always had the hope he'd come back. He would still love my mother and me, and we would still have friends over, and I didn't have to do so much so fast. We would be a family again. I think that's the day he died for me. All the good memories that we had with him in it, faded and died away. His smile and laugh were dead and gone. Everything I knew and loved about him was gone. As if he just died. A lost cause, a fallen memory, a mystery solved. Dead. My mom was so distraught, that over the summer, we packed our things and left. My mom's had so much money saved up from her job in Texas, that we had a good amount of money that we could buy a nice house here in LA, and since my mom's job had an office down here, she could still make enough money. I said goodbye to Anna, Julia, and Max knowing we'd probably never stay in touch. We drifted a lot during this time. And I moved to California.... and I think that's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Unfortunately, my mother didn't transition so well. She has run away, and I have no idea where she is currently..." Liza responded looking down. She felt embarrassed, overdramatic, and annoying. She expected awkward silence, but he immediately spoke up.
He reached over and grabbed her hands and tried to smile. He tried to keep his personal feelings out of it. It hurt him, no broke him, to know that Liza has gone through so much compared to him. He didn't even have the right to complain. But he knew one thing from that moment. He wanted to make her happy all the time because he hated the look of hopelessness in her eyes.
"You deserve better than that. Better than him, better than her. I feel like I know you, and you know me and we are now this unstoppable damaged duo that can fight crime and sh*t... I won't drink again Liza...I can promise you that... Not after this,"
David said softly looking away blushing. David couldn't say the slightest sentimental thing without feeling like his walls were completely down, and he was now giving himself into the hands of her. The smallest thing.
Liza smiled and looked into David's eyes.
"It's just you and me now babe, I'm not going anywhere," David said smiling, mocking Liza.
Liza rolled her eyes before smiling and leaning on David.
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A/N: This chapter is shorter than my usual ones. Instead of 1,000 words + we're rocking 951 words with this paragraph. I will be uploading both this and chapter 30 at the same time though! So I'm writing this in advance. I didn't have school today, so I thought hey, why not! I was so nervous about the last chapter, and it got a lot of love. I feel like Chapter 28, and Chapter 29 really suck, so again I'm sorry for the terrible chapters, but they are important to Liza and David for character development! I hope you all are having an amazing day, and I'm going to be thanking someone in the NEXT chapter so yeah! bye!!
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clickbait ~diza
Rastgele"she is like clickbait. she is beautiful and funny and so hot on the outside. but what's even better, is the fact that she is just as beautiful, hot, and funny on the inside" "you did not just compare liza to clickbait"
