Lami의 작품

I stare at him and he stares back at me like he’s just as confused as I am supposed to be.For a moment, the room is completely silent. Then the shock finally cracks.“What the hell, Jason!” I yell. The sound of my voice feels too loud in the space between us.He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to stay calm.“I know” He says quietly. “I know how that looks but I promise, it’s not what you think”“Oh really?” I pace across the room, my hands shaking. “Because from where I’m standing, you just told me I agreed to marry you”He walks towards me and touches my hand lightly. This simple act ignites a fire in me despite the circumstances. My body clearly hasn’t received the memo that we’re in the middle of a full-blown crisis.“Just sit and let’s talk” His voice is way too calm for everything that is happening. I shoot him a glare but end up walking to his massive, king size bed on the other side of the room and sit down. Now that I’m looking at it properly

I stand there rooted to the same position as I hold the picture against my chest. He raises a brow as if expecting a response from me.He’s leaning against the doorframe like he has all the time in the world. Jaw tight, hands in his pockets.‘’You lied to me” I whisper, my voice breaking into cracks. His eyes flick to the photo and then back at me. “I didn’t lie’’A humourless laugh escapes my lips. “You didn’t think to mention that you’re Ian?” The memory of Carla’s face streaked with tears over a boy who just disappeared, floods me with a rage so potent it feels like a physical force.He doesn’t respond. The only sound is the frantic thumping of my own heart against my ribs. I watch his throat move as he swallows and his shoulders stiffen almost imperceptibly.“I was going to tell you”“When?” I snap. “After I broke every rule I’ve ever had for myself? After I…’’My voice falters.After I let you touch me? After I trusted you?He takes a cautious step inside but he maintains distan

We spend the next two hours in the car. I don’t remember deciding to talk. The words just spill out of me like they’ve been waiting for permission. I tell him about the jealousy, the control and the gambling. They way Liam used to twist arguments until I found myself apologizing for things that he did. I tell him everything. About the night by the wall, the pillow, and how scared I was on both occasions. How death felt so close and yet, I stayed. On a few occasions, I cry and on others, I just feel mad. Not only at Liam but at myself for allowing a man do all those things to me.When I finally fall silent, exhausted at my own voice, his rough hands cup my face. The warmth of his palm grounds me instantly.“I will never hurt you, little trouble” He whispers and I nod. I feel my throat tighten and I try not to cry again.“I want to believe you” I whisper back“Then believe me.” He leans his forehead against mine and something shifts between us. I feel his breath on my face and oh boy, h

Liam stands a few feet away from me, hands in his pockets and eyes glassy. Even from here, I can smell the alcohol.“Hi Diane.” My name falls from his mouth like it belongs to him.‘’What are you doing here, Liam Reed?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady against my racing heart.“You don’t have to say my full name like I’m some stranger” He chuckles, taking a few steps closer while trying not to stumble.“Well you are”He steps closer, way too close and I swallow hard.“Are you drunk?” I ask flatly but it’s more of a statement than a question.“No. I had a few drinks but I’m not drunk” He slurs.I can feel the anger build up inside of me as I remember how he would come home drunk and turn into a wild animal. Then, apologize to me the next morning with a bouquet of flowers and some cheap-ass gifts.“I’ve been trying to reach you” He says “You changed your number. You blocked me everywhere”“Yes, that was intentional”His jaw tightens and his gaze darkens. I gulp. I know that look to

The smell of polished wood fills my nose as my eyes flutter open. I find myself bound to a chair in a room I can’t recognize. Heavy footsteps echo against the floor and the figure of a man comes to sight. Heavily built, easily 6’3 and with a cigarette between his fingers.“Diane Carter” He says calmly, drawing closer to me.“Why am I here? Where is my mother?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Your mother is safe and I’m not here to harm you. I’m here to deliver a message” He sits on the table across me.“I told you I was going to pay anything Darole owes you. You…”“Your father, Ryan Carter was framed for rape and murder fifteen years ago” His voice interrupts my speech. The room is filled with silence as I process the words that just came out of his mouth. It’s been almost two decades since my dad was imprisoned. Since then, the name has not been spoken out loud. It’d become forbidden. Something that broke my mother piece by piece until dementia finished what grief started.“

The moans and groans grow louder as I approach the door. I stand there for a second, wishing that my ears are deceiving me. They’re not. Realty slaps me in the face as the door swings open. His head is between her thighs and her fingers tug at his dark brown hair like she’s holding on for her dear life.“’What-the-fuck, Jason!” I exclaim and he raises his head slowly to find me. I should be looking away but strangely, I can’t.“Welcome back, little trouble” He says casually, like I didn’t just notice an anatomical display on shared property.“Not on the fucking kitchen counter” I groan “Don’t you have any conscience?” My eyes dart between him, now on his feet, and the petite blonde. She scrambles off the marble, trying to gather her underwear like it could magically reattach herself if she finds it fast enough.‘’Conscience? You weren’t supposed to be home this early” he shrugs. I try not to stare too hard at his well-defined torso now soaked in sweat.“I live here” I walk over to the