The rest of the day was same kind of stuff. Liam insisted on following me around throughout the house. Eventually, I got tired of it and settled on the coach with a book. Time passed unimaginably slow. Liam watched tv while I flipped through endless pages. Finally, Liam announced he was going to take a shower.
“If you leave, I will find you,” he whispered into my ear.
Shivers crept down my spine as I watched him go into the bathroom. Something in his voice told me if I did leave, I’d regret it when he found me. Truthfully, where does he think I would go? I have no family to go too, and this is my house. Even if I really did decide to leave, I would just end up coming back.
The book I was reading was now lying on the coffee table. Reading wasn’t sounding very appealing anymore. My eyes were glued to the tv, watching whatever dumb show Liam left on. A lovely sound started to echo throughout the house. I turned off the tv and followed the sound.
I stopped in front of the bathroom. It was Liam, and he was singing.
“A drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was hoping that you and me might end up together.”
I sunk onto the floor. My eyes fluttered shut and hummed to the familiar beat of the song.
“It’s like wishing for rain,
As I stand in the desert,
But I’m holding you closer than most,
Because you are my heaven.”
He sang, the pattering sound of the shower acting as his instrumental background. I’d never guessed Liam had such a blissful voice. My knees were pulled into my chest as I continued to listen. Sadly, the song came to an end and so did the gushing sound of the pouring shower. The door swung open and out came Liam.
His body was only covered by boxers. A mixture sweat and water droplets rolled down his perfectly chiseled chest. He looked down at me, towering over me from my sitting position.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I stumbled onto my feet, so I didn’t feel so intimated, “I was listening to you sing. You have a beautiful voice.”
What I thought was a compliment quickly enraged him. Without explanation I was dragged into the bathroom and slung onto the closed toilet seat. Liam looked around the room; his eyes catching sight of my razor. He picked it up in his large hands. Momentarily he examined the blades inside the beauty tool.
“Wrist.” He commanded.
I hesitated but held out my wrist after a second went by. He held my arm in his hand. Harshly he started sliding the blades across my skin. I this was supposed to be a punishment, but it almost felt relaxing. Something inside tight inside my chest started to unwind. Yes, I cut myself often, but rarely on my wrist.
Around the 8th cut, he looked up into my eyes, “This isn’t hurting you. You self-mutilate, don’t you?”
Using basic elementary content clues, I figured that was a fancy word for self-harm, “Yes.”
“But I don’t see any scars.”
I couldn’t help but to gently laugh. My head shook as I spoke, “I wouldn’t put them where you could see.”
Dedication showed throughout his emotions. Oh shit, I dreaded just the thought of what happened next. He held me down, trying to pull off my jeans to reveal my scars, the razor long forgotten. My veins started to throb with anger, and my fists clenched at my side. I brought my leg up and kicked him as hard as I could. I stood, rage filling my very bone.
My thighs are for me and me only. It was like my secret hide away that I carry around with me. The scars there were still delicate from yesterday, and I wasn’t about to let some asshole look at them. What if he tried to make more cuts there? That one though was simply enough for me before I cracked.
“Don’t you ever, ever fucking try to see my scars. You may be able to retain me in my own house, but there is no way in hell you are going to ruin the one thing that means everything to me. I’m allowing you to be here, and so far I’ve been very friendly. If you even think about trying that shit again, I’ll…” It was an empty threat. I mean honestly, what could I do to a man his size?
“Fine,” a light smile played on this face as he backed away.
I was left alone to tend to my wrists.
Saying I was confused was an understatement.
