TORN

Chapter 15

Hannah

That night as I lay in Liam's bed I thought of what Johnny had said to me in the office earlier. Was Liam right for me? I didn't know the answer to that. At least not anymore. If I had of asked myself that question last year I wouldn't have even have thought twice about the answer. He was everything to me.
Even if we didn't make our way back to each other I still couldn't image my life without him. I felt like a big piece of me was missing. We were part of each other.

I was so angry with him though. He'd taken the cowards way by the leaving us all to pick up the pieces.

Maybe Johnny was right. I let out a breath and pulled Liam's pillow in between my legs tighter, wishing it was him. I started to think about the night he got the scars on his face as I drifted off.

July 2013
I slammed my phone down and started to angrily pull my white strapless crop top on over my bra. I had just finished my makeup when Liam had called me. He was drunk and angry that I was going to a party with my friends, screaming at me down the phone. His jealousy was always irrational but lately it was worse than ever. His attitude towards me these past few weeks made it unbearable to be around him. He was constantly drinking and partying and I knew he had started to take drugs.

He was hurting me and the worst part about it was he couldn't see how. I needed a break from him and tonight I was going to make sure I got so pissed that I forgot about our troubles.

I ragged my ripped skinny jeans over my backside and sprayed the last of the hairspray as I made my way out of Amy's house with her and Mollie and started to wander to the party, a ten minute walk from her house.

It was 10pm when we arrived, the small house was crammed full of people, a smoke cloud present through the bodies. The music was pumping. We pushed our way into the kitchen and started to open our vodka, ready for a night of getting pissed. I really needed it after the last few weeks with Liam. I couldn't stand the way he was acting lately.

The house we were in belonged to a boy called Malty, his real name was Alex. He was a bit older than us but we had all grown up in the same area, so we all knew each other well. Liam had a problem with me coming here because he was so paranoid about me being around anyone of the opposite sex. It was becoming exhausting. Fuck him. I could do what I wanted.

Leaning against the black kitchen counter, I nocked back my first drink and started to loosen up, laughing and joking with the girls and greeting everybody that passed us. Malty then approached us. He was wearing a black tracksuit. His eyes were red but locked on to my exposed stomach.

'Hi gorgeous'. He winked at me. I rolled my eyes at him and elbowed his arm. He was good looking and his cheeky charm helped him with girls. Not me. I was taken. 'Wow Hannah'. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling and then back to me. It gave me an awkward chill but I ignored it.

'How are you doing Malt?'. I said friendly, trying to keep it as normal as possible. He moved closer to me, pulling my hair aside, shouting down my ear because the music was so loud. He was so drunk I couldn't really make out what he was saying.

'What?'. My face scrunched up as I tried to understand him. He suddenly grabbed my face and pulled me towards him, attempting to kiss me roughly. I was shocked. His lips connected with mine for a brief second before I shoved him aggressively away. Anger coursed through me and I wanted to slap him.

I tried to reason that he was drunk. Jesus! I'd only been here for twenty minutes! I turned to Amy and Mollie who were leaning against the counter with frowns on their faces, shooting Malty disgusted looks.

'I'm sorry Han... really. I didn't mean. I mean well I did but...' He swayed back and forth in front of me. I held my hand out so he wouldn't get any closer but he pushed forward so that he was in my face, his hands on my hips.