Sin (BoyxBoy) (Ziam)

Welcoming

Day 3 of 12 Days of Updates goes to Sin. Enjoy and stay tuned for more!

WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of alcoholism, feelings of guilt, and slight references to sexual abuse and depression. Please read carefully and message me any time, loves!

Chapter 58:

I heard the knock on my bedroom door, but I felt too exhausted to move or even respond to it. In my head, I was aware that it was my aunt because I felt Liam's warmth still beside me in bed. I heard the faint scribbles of him writing some more, easing me from the pain just a little.

He slowly climbed out of bed, making sure not to jostle me, and I wanted to reach out for him, but I knew that my aunt would knock again if she didn't get a response. She was awfully worried about me, and I was the only one to blame for my actions earlier.

"Is everything alright? It's been a couple of hours," I hear my aunt say as soon as Liam opened the door.

A couple hours? It didn't feel like I slept nearly as long. It felt like I barely closed my eyes a few moments before she knocked. My eyes still felt extremely heavy.

"Um, yeah," I heard Liam respond. He was speaking quietly-- the both of them were-- like they were afraid to wake me. "We haven't talked or anything. Zayn's just been sleeping. I wanted to let him rest up a bit before talking about something so heavy."

I let out a deep breath, knowing that I was making this difficult for everyone around me. They were hurting for me, but they still stayed. Why?

"Okay, thank you. I was actually coming to see if you were hungry. It's almost lunch time, and I could make something small if you want. Muffins or something," My aunt offered. I appreciated that she encouraged Liam to eat regularly scheduled meals, but it was Liam's response that made my heart burst with pride.

"Muffins would be fine," He said, and I wanted to cry all over again, glad that he was taking care of himself. It was all that mattered to me. "Um, do you think I could eat one in here?"

I listened intently to Liam's words, not feeling worthy of his actions. "I promised Zayn that I wouldn't leave, and I don't want him panicking if he wakes up, and I'm not in the room with him."

I groaned out what I hoped would be an objection, but my words didn't get through. Liam didn't have to stay and watch me-- at least I didn't want to hold him here if he wanted to leave.

"Of course, dear. I'll get started, and I'll even bring an extra one in case Zayn wakes up," My aunt replied, sounding a bit more cheerful now.

I opened my eyes as I laid on my back, and I was instantly met with the dream catcher that Liam placed over my bed. I didn't believe that they actually helped because I didn't believe in miracles or magic. My life was one grounded in reality; cold, ruthless, painful reality. But I didn't have a nightmare when I fell back to sleep. Maybe it was because of the dream catcher, or maybe it was because I felt so secure with Liam.

He placed the dream catcher there, hoping it would help, and the thought that someone could care so much about another person was astounding. If there was any such thing as a miracle, it was the fact that Liam actually loved me back.

I heard the door close, and then Liam was walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.

"Hey," He greeted faintly, and I smiled at the last thought I had before turning to look at him.

"Hey." I looked down at the journal that laid resting in my bedside table, its pages open and filled with black and red ink. "What've you been writing?" I wondered as I forced myself to sit up in bed. I was sleepy, and if I stayed laying down I would surely fall back to sleep. I wanted to be up to talk with Liam.