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Confrontation

He sits there with glass half full of Amber liquid. He barely glances up to see that we have arrived before turning to the glass in his hands, rolling it around and watching the liquid swirl around and around. "Girls go play upstairs for a bit. I need to speak with Liam." I instruct the two who have followed me in and are in the process of removing their shoes at the door. "I'm sure you do," he says without emotion as the girls run upstairs to Tessie's room. "and how omniscents omniant...omni something. Ugh." he pushes his glass away in disgust. "I'm SOOO scared is what I'm trying to say." he rolls his eyes but something in his manner is tense. Like he could explode at any moment. "Ominous, I think you mean." I comment carefully. "Yeah that." He shrugs "So let's talk then." he says in what almost could be interpreted as boredom. I raise an eyebrow as I pull a chair out from the table across from him. "You seem in your right mind at least. That's reassuring." I say, not really knowing where to start. "Being in ones right mind is such an overrated thing." He looks at the drink in the middle of the table with a considering stare. I push it farther down the table away from both of us. "I want answers Liam. I'm serious. This is serious." I try to catch his eyes but he avoids my gaze. "I don't know why you're all so riled up. I haven't done anything." he protests without much enthusiasm. "Liam I saw you and I heard you and I was with you. Something is very wrong and I will not leave until you tell me what it is." My voice raises and he finally looks at me with a frown on his face. "What the hell are you talking about? There's nothing wrong me. Oh well other than the amount of suffering I'm going through missing my wife." he says it with a bitter edge to his tone. "The last thing I need is someone yelling at me, one of my employees no less! I asked you drop Theresa off and you have. Please leave, now." he stands up and walks to the window on the far side of the kitchen, obviously dismissing me. "Wait, Liam." he ignores me. I try again, standing up from my seat and speaking in a quieter voice "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I'm just worried out of my mind about you. After you left last night I could barely sleep I was so...upset and confused and I had no idea what was going on. Will you please just explain it to me?" he turns around slowly, a puzzled look on his face. "I wasn't at your house last night, I was here alone all night. Slept like a baby." he frowns at me. "Are you sure that you're in your right mind Miss Sandoval?" I take a step back, shaking my head in confusion. "No, Liam you were at my house and I had to call Paddy to come get you because you weren't...you weren't right. And you were scaring me." His face flickers with confusion before hardening again. "Look, I want nothing to do with anyone right now much less you." He crosses his arms, his muscles bulging under the sleeves of his T-shirt. "Me?" I ask, realizing the thing that I underestimated, Liam's willingness to let me help. Since becoming this- this person before me he's not the man I used to know. I'm beginning to realize now how different he's become. "Yes, you," he smirks cruelly. "Our pity case. I saw your house, you remember. It wasn't much more than a dump. We helped you. We wanted to. The fact that you're very good at your job is the only reason you're still employed. The sight of you is almost too painful, but I bear it. I bear it for my daughter and my deceased wife who believed in helping you so much she was flying to a meeting across the world to discuss your future." He advances to where I stand and I take a shaky step back. "What do you mean? I thought it was for her work that she went..." he laughs, a terrible sound. If he wasn't talking so lucidly I would suspect he was insane. The hair on the back of my arms stands up and I back away. "No. We did digging on you, don't think that I know nothing of your past. I know everything as did she. That's why she went, why else would she leave this, she had everything. You made her leave, you are the reason she's dead!" He explodes in anger as he utters the last sentences, grabbing onto my shoulders and glaring into my eyes as I shrink beneath him. "Stop! You're hurting me!" I protest, trying to break out of his grip. "I'm hurting you? What do you think you have done to me?!" he releases me so suddenly that I stumble and fall onto my butt. He sneers down at me. "Leave, I want you gone. This time I mean it. You won't be dropping Tessie off here anymore. She will be taken to your home and someone will always pick her up. And, you are not to speak of neither Sophia nor me to her. Keep my rules and you'll keep your job and your happy little life that we brought you up to. For now." he turns on his heel to leave. I reach up a hand and catch the edge of his wrist. "Liam you can't possibly think...I- I didn't know she had done that. I didn't know that you had both done this or knew about," my voice quavers "a-about that. You honestly can't think that I'm the reason that she's dead. Not realistically?" He wrenches out of my hold and glowers at me. "I told you to get out of my house. See that you do that." he walks out of the kitchen so calmly it's almost scary, only pausing to grab his glass from the table. I stay there, on the floor shaking with my mouth hanging open for a moment before slowly pulling myself up and stumbling up the staircase. "Cailyn?" I step into Tessie's room, it's twice the size of Cailyn's but neither of them happen to notice it in that way, they just like that they have more room to play together. "Mi hija, it's time to go alright? Tessie, we'll see you tomorrow. Go to bed on time okay?" She nods and smiles up at me happily. I stop and  pick her up and give her a strong squeeze that she wriggles out of after a few seconds. I look back as Cailyn and I walk down the hall. She looks so small in her room, all alone. I cringe and force myself to face forward. I keep a hand on Cailyn's shoulder and we walk past the kitchen on our way to the door. I don't bother saying goodbye. I doubt he would acknowledge me. I close the door behind me and it closes loudly, not because I've slammed it but because it's a heavy wooden door, more proof of the grandeur of the house. I hurry Cailyn into the car and climb in myself. I exhale a tired breath and turn my key in the ignition. I just want to get out of here, forget this ever happened. I back the car up and turn it around before driving out towards the road, leaving the imposing house behind us. Tessie is probably sitting alone in her room still, maybe a toy or doll in hand, playing quietly. Liam probably alone in the kitchen drinking his miseries and bitterness away into oblivon. I want nothing more to do with him, if that's all he's content to do.

Do you guys prefer it to be written/spaced like it is here or like it was in my last chapter (and in most of them). Let me know please!!

So what do you think has happened in Isabella's past?

Do you think it's true that, indirectly, she's the reason Sophia is dead?

Is Liam right to be mad?

What do you think is wrong with him?