Sex 101 With Harry Styles

Chapter 20

—Alicia—

"Alicia, can I come in?"

I turned around from the mirror and glanced at the door, Liberty was on the other side. Quickly, I wiped the tears and again, wiped my nose on the silk robe. It already had my snot on it so a little more wouldn't hurt. I walked over to the bed, sat there and said. "It's your house, your choice, come in or get out."

I knew it was rude, but I wanted to be rude. I wanted to get my anger out and blame someone else for my stupid mistake and currently, it was Liberty. The door opened exposing a little head, hair, and then the full body. Liberty took a glance of me and then shut the door behind her; Flynn must've stopped crying since I couldn't hear him or the walls were sound proof, I mean come on, my brother and Liberty could never take their hands off each other. Shuddering and getting mental images of Liberty and Neal, I spoke up. It was really disturbing thinking about someone else you know having sex.

"I'm fine," I lie which was totally obvious, since Liberty sat next to me. With her index finger, she titled my chin up making me stare at her blue eyes, matching my own color. Her gaze held me, as I searched her face. Liberty was a beautiful woman, you wouldn't be able to place that she was a mother now, she looked young. Maybe after thirty seconds, her finger removed and I dropped my head.

"Just like your brother, Alicia. You are a terrible liar," Liberty spoke with humor and I couldn't help it. I went in to hug her. It was maybe because I needed some motherly comfort or I just needed to hug someone, but the truth was, I could never blame Liberty for my problems or be disrespectful to her. She was one of those kind of people who you couldn't hate on, no matter how much you wanted to.

 I rolled my head so my right cheek was crushed against her shoulder blade. "I missed you," I mutter. My hands were limp in my lap, only my head was lodged in her shoulder blade. Liberty's hand went up to my neck and with her fingers; she untangled my horrid tangles, setting them free accompanying shooting pains in the scalp. "Alicia darling, you can't stay like this forever, you'll get a cramp in your neck."

I pull back and watched Liberty crosses her legs. "Here," she pats the tiny space where I could put my head down. "Lie on my lap."

Smiling, I place my head down and curl my body up in a fetal position. This felt nice, the warmth of the silk robe and Liberty's finger working to de tangle my tangles. My eyes fluttered, making me want to sleep again. But it was shattered when Liberty brought him up as the subject. "What did Nick do to you?"

Quickly my eyes opened and my breathing quickened a bit. Liberty's fingers were still on my hair but it went still. She wanted my answer and she was waiting for it. I licked my lips, since my throat was dry. I didn't know where to begin so I went with the obvious. "Harry told you everything."

"Harry told me what he merely saw and heard. He doesn't know the whole story," Liberty replied, her finger stared working again on my hair, the sleepy feeling coming back.

Hell, I didn't want to the full story either, I didn't want to talk about it ever. I just wanted to forget about and wished it never even happened, but sadly we could change the past. "Alicia," Liberty spoke with her gentle voice, interrupting my thoughts. "You can't change what's happened, sharing is good. I understand—"

I had to shut her up; I didn't want to hear a lecture, so I said one thing that Harry Styles didn't even know. "Nick raped me Liberty," I managed to choke out.

I heard her intake of breath and her finger stopped once again, and this time it curled into fists. I was getting her reaction: anger, shock, petrified, disgusted. I wanted to see her face so I inclined my head and looked above. Liberty was starting down at me, her eyes in utter shock, her mouth slightly opened forming an 'o'. Quickly regretting it, I gazed down and my body shook in silent sobs.