Lila

Chapter 2

unedited

Lila's POV:

I woke up but couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, afraid of seeing him, afraid of seeing those green eyes that burned with anger and hate. My head was throbbing with pain and I felt slightly dizzy as I tried to lift myself up against the head of my bed but failed miserably. I slowly lifted my eyelids and saw my room to be empty to my relief.

"Good Morning Princesa, how are you feeling ?" asked Liam as he entered my room with a tray full of food and juice.

"My head hurts and I feel kind of dizzy" I responded while taking a sip of the orange juice

"Well how about you get dressed and I'll have the doctor look at it once you're done," he said while throwing me a pitiful smile and walking out the door 

I signed and took a bite of the blueberry pancake, and pushed the tray away not really wanting to eat anything. I got off my bed and headed inside my bathroom, I looked at the mirror and gasped, my cheek was covered in dried tear stains while my forehead had dried blood trails that reached my neck, my eyes looked red puffy, and lifeless, my face looked like I had just crawled out of my tomb. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories from last night resurfaced and I looked at my arms to see multiple bruises in the form of fingers, his fingers.

"Are you ready yet?" I heard Liam say from the other side of the door

I quickly wiped my tears and said "Just five more minutes" I heard him sigh and then close my bedroom door, I walked inside my closet and chose a simple outfit to wear and then headed downstairs towards the clinic room as papa called it. I walked in and saw Liam talk to Dr. Styles, who had been appointed by my father to look after my health.

"Good Morning princess, How are you feeling?" he asked 

"I feel pathetic and my head feels like it's about to burst" I replied honestly

He sighed upon hearing this and Liam passed me a pitiful smile, honestly, I was just exhausted and tired of dealing with this stuff without my father. I know that I should be independent and all but I had lived my entire life inside this house with my father, to me he was the whole world and now without him everything seems to be going downhill. Dr. Styles then examined my wound and dressed it and gave me a few painkillers for the throbbing ache in my damn head.

"Take care and if you need anything you know where to find me," he said while smiling

"Thank you and take care" I replied while leaving 

One thing that kind of spooked me was that Liam put his hand around my waist quite aggressively as if claiming me and I felt uncomfortable but decided not to say anything because he was the closest thing I had left to family. Liam led me to the dining table and sat down with me to have lunch, there was an uncomfortable silence surrounding the two of us.

"So who was he" I spoke up deciding to break the awkwardness 

"Who" replied Liam looking through the dishes

"The guy from yesterday" I replied, trying my best not to anger him

"Oh he's a friend of your father and he didn't mean for that to happen, he mistook you for a maid," He said very casually and it angered me that it would be completely normal if he had done that to another person just because of their profession

"So what if I were a maid, that doesn't give him the right to treat me that way," I said gritting my teeth.

"Baby he didn't mean to hurt you and you should forget about it, there's no point in dwelling on it," he said while taking a bite of his food

"I hate you" I yelled and ran upstairs but bumped into something hard and fell down

"Holy piss," I said while rubbing my head and looking up I saw him looking at me with those eyes, oh boy those eyes.

Then suddenly he did something that surprised me, he chuckled. He raised his hand and i shut my eyes waiting for the impact but it never happened. I opened my eyes and saw him offering his hand, I was about to take it but then I remembered and I scoffed and got up.

"Oh come on, no need to be such a bitch" He said in his may I mention very deep voice.

"You come into my house, push me, hurt me, disrespect me, and don't even apologize, yet somehow I'm the bitch. You know what get out"

"What?" He asks shocked

"Get out"I yell

"What?" He says a little louder

"I said get out, are you deaf?" I shout

"No" He replies very calmly

"What do you mean no? I SAID GET OUT" I yell a little louder"

"Listen here barbie, just because I was being kind doesn't mean you get to treat me like a peasant, I will not repeat myself and I suggest you move before I kill you or even worse fuck you right here till you apologize," He says darkly while moving close to me

"W-What does fuck mean?" I ask scared while taking a step back

He chuckles darkly while caressing my face and then squishing my cheeks together harshly, "Oh doll, you have no idea what i'm going to do to you"

I got scared and before i even knew it i had kicked him in his area and dashed for the nearest room, i locked it and started looking for a phone. I heard him pounding his fist against the door and i screamed.

"Open the fucking door you little slut, I swear to god when i get to you, I'll fucking shoot you in your pussy" He yelled

But I don't have a cat and why would he kill an innocent cat because he is angry at me, the pounding increases, and I start crying before I know it the door opens and i shut my eyes close due to fear.

"Shh baby it's alright, it's me Liam. He's gone see" I open my eyes and see him hugging me tightly and the man is gone. I breakdown in his arms and he takes me to my room. He puts me in my bed and takes off my shoes, he then starts massaging my feet and I feel the urge to kick him in his face.

"Liam" I whisper

"Hmm" He replies, his hand moving upwards

"Liam," I say a little louder

That seems to snap him back to reality and he looks at me weirdly before going out of the room. I have no idea what happened but I really don't feel safe anymore around Liam. He seems weird and he's behaving differently. Maybe it's because of the events that have been happening. I am so terrified of the man, one second he seems normal, and the next he's a maniac with anger issues. I wanted to go out and sit in the garden but I was scared, scared of seeing him. I close my eyes and try to sleep and after a while, sleep welcomes me with open arms.