I woke up at four O'clock in the morning laying on top of my duvet, wearing yesterday's clothes and clutching my phone in my hand which still hadn't received a reply from Liam. My mind debated going over to his house and confronting him but I told him I wouldn't do that again. I could text him when I was outside though and maybe he would come out. I listened outside my parents door for a while until I was fully satisfied with the level of snoring radiating from there. When I knew I was good to go I tiptoed down the stairs and out of the back door.
I don't know what made me do it but I looked up at the treehouse and noticed the small light coming from inside. Liam. Climbing up the planks I thought about how to approach the matter but honestly my mind was coming up blank, I just hoped Liam was in a better mind frame than earlier. I peered my head inside and was greeted with Liams face which was illuminated by the screen of his phone. I climbed in and sat next him, without saying a word.
He opened out his sleeping bag and threw it over my knees, remaining equally as silent. But that small gesture spoke volumes.
"Have you been here all night?" I finally broke the silence.
"No." He said shutting me down with bluntness. He wasn't in the mood to talk.
"I'm sorry." I said sincerely but he didn't answer me.
"So you met my mom?" he finally broke the tension with his frail voice.
I nodded.
"You were never meant to meet my mom." he whispered really quietly, I don't think I was meant to hear that.
"She's - " I started, not really knowing where I was going with it.
"She sells her body for money to whoever will buy it. Yeah I know." he sounded bitter as anger fought to be at the forefront of his emotions.
"And Jax?" I asked, confused as to what role he plays.
"Jax pimps her out." he clenched his jaw hard enough to break his teeth and his breathing became more rapid, I started to wonder if he could handle this. He was full of resentment and rightly so.
"And your dad?" I couldn't stop myself pushing further.
"What dad? I've never had a dad. She doesn't even know who my dad is."
He didn't understand why I asked about his dad but I just wanted to know where he fit into all of this. Has his mum always been like this? Was he born into prostitution? I had lots of questions but there was nothing but intense anger rippling from Liam right now and I was scared that he was dangerously close to losing it. I placed my hand on his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He flinched, slightly which is an improvement but then he closed his eyes over and took a deep breath. I think our connection made a minuscule amount of hostility subside so I went a little further and placed my hand against his warm cheek. He didn't flinch at all, he just opened his eyes to look at me so I leaned in, closing the gap and aiming for his lips. I planted two feather soft pillows on his lips and he reciprocated the kiss in a sweet but brief moment that had no trace of fury.
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BAD BOY ABUSED (female pov read first)
ChickLitOlivia Charles is an apprehensive, quiet girl who tries to do everything right. She has low confidence and low self esteem. Getting teased daily by her peers doesn't help. Liam Maines is Chestington Highs ultimate bad boy who parties, sleeps with g...