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“So, it’s Liam, right? I see your company does some serious charity work. Does it bring any tax benefits?” He was talking about me, and I could hear the low growl rumbling in Liam’s chest as my father spoke.
“No tax benefits, but sometimes we’re able to give some deserving people a shiny new pair of shoes.” My father scrunched his nose, not understanding the connection. I was a little lost myself, but somehow I got the feeling that Liam wasn’t speaking about AD. His hand tightened the hold around me, pulling me further into his side. “Let’s call it charity to mankind.”
My father waved Liam off, looking at him as if he was on acid, not understanding a single word he said.
“Oh, now I see. You are still working at that fancy job you bragged about because you’re fucking your boss. Smart girl!”
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Liam’s jaw clenching in a rhythm, matching the pace of his muscles. I intertwined my fingers in his, giving his hand a squeeze in a futile attempt to calm him down. His face had taken a sharp turn into an eerie serenity now, sending a fearful shiver down my spine. I knew this wouldn’t play out well.
“You should wash your fucking mouth with bleach before you speak about Jamie.” Liam spat between gritted teeth.
“You’ll have your fun and then move on. That’s the only thing she’s good for. You’ll see. That murderous little bitch doesn’t deserve the time of d–” I barely blinked, and Liam had let go of me, lunging towards the knife stand on the counter, drawing one and pinning my father against the cupboards. Liam’s hand was wrapped around my father’s throat, the blade pressed against the feeble skin above his Adam's apple. There was blood already. Just a drizzle, but enough to drain my father’s face of all color. Liam wasn’t joking, and he knew it.
“Call her that one more time and I fucking swear I will fucking kill you right here.” Liam grunted, his rage dripping out with every word. “Make my fucking day.”
“LIAM, STOP.” I cried out, despair making my hands shake like a damn leaf. “It’s not worth it.”
“Your tongue isn’t so sharp now, is it? Come on, you fucking coward. Give me just a small reason to shred your throat right here.” I’d never seen Liam like this. It was clear in his bulging eyes and flexing jaw muscles that he would do exactly what he said.
I knew this part of him, but seeing it still came as a shock. I was scared he would crack at any second by the way he was seething. I didn’t want him to have my father’s death on his conscience, and I sure didn’t want to have it on mine.
“Liam, please. Look at me!” I called again, trying to steer him away from his anger and his focus on my father.
“You’re a useless fucking son of a bitch. How can someone treat his own daughter like that? You don’t deserve to breathe the same air that she does.” Both the knife and his hold on my father’s throat tighten, and I see more blood seeping from underneath the sharp blade. “APOLOGIZE! She’s your fucking daughter!” Liam’s shouts shook the walls, my father’s face contorting in pain before resolve hit his features.
“She’s a mistake.” He croaked through ragged breaths. “She shouldn’t have been born!” I had heard those words every damn day of my life, and still they stung like a swarm of bees attacking me in unison.
Liam’s knuckles turned whiter as he tightened his grip on my father’s throat even further.
“LIAM!” I screamed again, desperate to save his soul more than my father’s life.
“APOLOGIZE TO YOUR DAUGHTER, YOU SON OF A BITCH.” Liam roared to my father’s face, rage punctuating each word while spit hit my father’s skin.
“I’M NOT HER FATHER.”
There was a pause. We all froze.
Liam released his hold and my father fell to the ground with a loud thud, gasping for air while he held onto his bleeding throat.
“I’m not your fucking father. You were a mistake that your mother should have taken care of right from the beginning. And you? You took her from me. You killed her!” He viciously spat, his voice hoarse, stealing the air from my lungs with his confession. “It’s fucking liberating to finally say it. I’m not your fucking father. You’re a bastard. An unwanted fucking bastard.”
I tried to inhale, but air didn’t reach my lungs.
I need air.
I turned around and ran outside, trying to pull the much-needed oxygen in through gasps, but it simply wasn’t reaching my burning lungs.
I bumped into Liam’s men on the way out, only stopping once I was in the middle of the front lawn.
He’s not my father? How? Why?
My vision blurred, and darkness slowly invaded my sight. I feel my knees going weak before they give in and fail under me. The world went silent and dark right before I hit the ground.
Jamie
I was tucked in Liam's arms when I woke up in the middle of the night. We had both fallen asleep peacefully after experiencing what I would consider to be the most wonderful moment of my life.
He strengthened his hold on me as I turned over in bed, keeping me firmly pressed against his warm body. It felt like Heaven – his scent, his touch, his strength, and most of all, this need he had, even in his sleep, to hold me in his arms.
