The Secret Behind the Scars

Part 7

Day 12

I’m done. I’m so done. I am so fucking done with school, with Liam, with this soul mate stuff, with just life in general. I’m done with crying, I have been doing that for the past few days. And lastly, I’m done with all the stressful things in life. So, I convinced my mom not to let me go to school anymore. I’ve just been chilling around the house doing whatever I want.

Sure, I spent most of yesterday in bed, crying my eyes out because of what I did with Liam. Actually I really enjoyed sex with Liam, he’s really good and he stayed true to his promise, I’m still really sore. I just wish it could have ended better than it did. I wish I didn’t have to degrade myself and practically sell my body to him just to hope that he might accept me. To be honest I feel very used and empty right now and it’s all because of Liam. So, he too is being cut from my life.

Anyway, I am currently watching highlights of the latest soccer match while drinking a beer and eating a tub of ice cream. Not the healthiest thing to do, but I’m going to die in just over two weeks, so who really cares. I have the house to myself, so I’m lounging around in a pair of boxers and Liam’s shirt. Don’t ask, it just kind of gives me a comfort that just can’t be explained.

The sound of the doorbell broke me from my gaze on the game. I grumbled some not so nice words to myself as I got up from the couch. I put my tub of ice cream next to beer on the coffee table and didn’t even bother putting on some pants, but I did wrap the quilt I was covered in around my shoulders before making my way, very very slowly, over to the door.

I opened it up and there stood the one and only Liam Payne. I just rolled my eyes and slammed the door in his face and made my way back to my spot on the couch.

Just like I predicted, Liam invited himself in and took a spot a little bit too close to me on the couch. I would scoot over, but I was already against the arm of the couch. “Well, hello to you too.”

I just rolled my eyes again and picked back up my ice cream, which was snatched out of my hands a moment later, as well as the TV being turned off. I turned to him and gave him a nasty glare. “What the fuck did you do that for?”

He rolled his eyes this time. “You weren’t paying attention to me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you Liam. Haven’t I made that clear by not answering any of your texts or picking up your calls?” Yeah he has been calling and texting me, but I had threw my phone across my room at some point yesterday and have yet to retrieve it.

“You haven’t been in school.” Liam pointed out to me, completely ignoring what I had just said.

I huffed out a humorous laugh. “Why should I bother going to school when I’m going to die in a little over two weeks? Why do you care anyway?”