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“Like what? Like you’re my prisoner now?” He gazes down at me with pure animalistic rage, and I don’t understand why he’s like this. How he could’ve changed so much.
“Like you’re not Liam,” I say, tears staining my eyes.
“The Liam you knew died the night your sister drove us off that cliff,” he growls back.
“She didn’t mean to,” I reply. “It was an accident.”
“An accident …? Just like that gun you pointed at my head?” He scoffs.
My lips part, but I don’t know what to say because he’s right. It wasn’t an accident that I brought that along. But it’s not fair to compare those two.
“You were gonna kill me, weren’t you?” he asks. When I don’t answer, he narrows his eyes. “Figured.”
He attempts to close the door again, but I yell, “Wait! Yes. Yes, I was.”
He snorts. “You think that’s what I want to hear?”
“I told you what you wanted to hear. Now please untie me.”
“No.”
I can’t ignore the coldness in his voice.
Tears well up in my eyes. “Why? Why are you doing this?”
He can’t even look at me. “You saw the notes.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat. “You want me.”
And there is nothing in the world that will stop him from trying to claim it.
Not even if he has to kill my entire family to get to me.
Well, he got what he fucking wanted.
“But you knew that already.” The arrogant look on his face makes me want to lash out. “Why else would you have come?”
“Because you threatened my family and me,” I growl.
He pauses and breathes out a sigh. “I deserve your rage.” He looks at me again. “But what I deserve doesn’t matter. Because good guys don’t fucking get what they want.”
He slams the door shut before I can answer, leaving me on the cold, harsh floor, stuck in the fetal position. And I cry out in both pain and anger. “You’re right. You’re not the Liam I knew. You’re a fucking monster!”
Liam
* * *
She’s right. I am a monster. But I am who I am, and nothing she says will change that.
I made peace with what I’ve become a long time ago.
I don’t remember a lot about my life, but what I do remember makes me want to smash holes into walls.
I tried plenty of times to regain the memories I’d lost. But all that returned to me was anger for what had happened to me, and rage toward the one who caused it. The only specks of happiness between were times spent with Jasmine. Bits and pieces floated around in my brain like droplets of paint on an empty canvas of a life where I was once happy.
Until everything was stolen from me.
Grunting, I sink back down into the bath I was enjoying before she came and bury my head underwater where it’s peaceful. Quiet. Cold. Emotionless. And I wait. And wait. And wait.
