Liam's P.O.V
I wake up tired, tired of all of this shit going on. I want to be myself more than anything but I don't want to deal with the hate. I hear Linda making food in the kitchen so I walk down taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "I'm disappointed in you son." Linda says turning to me a hard frown etched across her wrinkly face. I began to feel weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I know." I mutter running my hands through my hair. "I think you know that you need to make things right, that Model girl was a beard and we all know it" she said putting food on my plate. "But I , I...that hate" I mumble taking a bite of french toast. "Well if you don't do anything about it Liam than expect someone else to cook for you" she huffs turning off the fire under the eggs and storming out. I don't expect her to be back, she's angry and keeps her word. I'm suddenly no longer hungry and go back to my room putting on some jeans and a black.tshirt. time to make things right.
