Liam's eyes bore into mine and I already knew I was in deep shit. The man who brought me here was next to Liam. Harry was nowhere to be seen and I was thankful.
"I didn't escape–" Liam raised his hand and struck it across my cheek. I gasped at the impact and stumbled. Before I could fall the man who brought me quickly reached out and stabilised me.
"You called the police. Olivia." I looked at him through my blurry vision. His eyes were closed and he pinched the bridge of his nose in stress. "After I told you. I told you we owned the police yet you.. you called them."
My cheek was stinging from his slap. But I didn't even care anymore. This was the most minor thing that had happened to me recently.
Liam walked the few meters and closed the gap between us. His hands snaked around my waist and he pulled me suffocatingly close.
"Leave Roger." He motioned the man— Roger to leave. He respectfully nodded his head at Liam
and walked out closing the door behind him. Liam's finger reached up to my face and he started to trace the outline of my lips. "I want to trust you so badly." He mumbled gazing at my face. "I want you. But you keep proving to me that you don't want me."
I didn't know where this was going. I could see the fury behind his eyes. I could see he was trying to control his anger.
"You kidnapped me. Why would you think I want you?" I cried. His finger slowly reached up and collected the tears that were slowly falling from my eyes. "Let me go home Liam.. we can be a family.." that last part was a big lie but it needed to be said. "I know that we can be a family.. just let me leave. Let me go home.."
His angry eyes scanned my face as he continued to collect the tears that were falling. He refused to allow them to roll down my cheeks. "I can't." He simply said. "You know I can't."
"You can. You just won't."
He shook his head simply.
"You can!" I screamed fisting his blazer. "Please! I don't want this I fucking cannot do this anymore!" The pain dripped from my voice as I stared at him through my blurred vision.
"Kill me.." I softly whispered.
"Fucking kill me—"
His hand instantly rose and he struck me across the face again.
I froze.
I clutched my cheek and a sob escaped me. I felt him grab my waist again before he roughly grabbed my jaw. His blue eyes were enraged and his lips were set in snarl.
"How fucking dare you?" He tightened his grip around my jaw and I was afraid that he was going to dislocate it. I whimpered in pain. "Kill you? You think I fucking went to all that trouble to get you here to.. kill you?"
I couldn't process a single word he was saying because my ears were ringing from his slap.
"Why do you want to be dead?" He grabbed my shoulders and roughly shook me.
"Answer me!" He yelled.
A sudden pain spread through my head and I struggled to keep my eyes open. His hand grabbed my jaw again.
The last thing I remembered was the pure look of hatred before I passed out.
Liam Castello
Fuck.
Fuck.
And fuck.
I watched her eyes roll back and she slumped into my arms. I stared at her hoping that she would regain conscious any second now but nope. She stayed slumped in my arms, motionless.
Her jaw was red from the way I had grabbed it. Fuck.
I didn't know what had came over me. I was maybe a little too rough. I loosened my grip around her hips and lifted her up bridal style.
Her head fell against my arm. "Jesus.." I whispered to myself when I got to see the marks on her jaw properly. It was surely going to bruise.
"Fucking hell." I uttered pulling open the door with a bit of difficulty.
I don't think she realises how important she is to me. She's the only family that I trust. Well want to trust. She's the only family that I wanted.
When I found out about her I was so thrilled. I was ecstatic even. Just over the moon at the fact that I have a little sister. All my life I had been alone. I was mad at my father; the horrible man who made me commit the most gruesome things at such a young age. I was mad at my mother; the woman who just abandoned me. She didn't even try to take me with her for all I know. She basically just packed her bags up one day and fucked off.
But Olivia. She was someone that hadn't wronged me. She was innocent. She was good. And she was my family. And I wanted her. I wanted her so badly that I went to a great length to kidnap her. I hated the fact that she couldn't see the world as I did. I hated the fact that she loved her mother with her heart. I wanted her to understand the pain I went through.
Every time she tries to escape me it would break me because each time proved that no one in this world loved me.
I loved her so much I wanted to break her in half. That was why I had ordered a disgusting vile man to rape her. I wanted her soul crushed. I wanted her numb to all her feelings so she was exactly the way I am.
I went outside into the living room and gently settled her into the couch. I rested her head against the pillow and watched her chest silently fall up and down.
I sat and stared at her until I realised I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I furiously wiped them away before anyone could see. Not that there was anyone here beside me and her. But I hated crying. It showed so much emotion and that was a weakness I couldn't afford.
Olivia probably hates me now. I really abused her to the point she blacked out.
And the sad truth was I wanted her broken. I needed her broken so that I could control her. Controlling things in my life was a need for me. I couldn't sleep until I have control in every aspect.
Blame it on the fact that I didn't have control when I was younger so now I'm a little obsessive about it.
