I Am Not Being Paranoid

Liam's POV

"How could you do this to me, Liam? How could you?" Harriet screamed and threw a pillow at me. She had been acting all crazy since we got back from the wedding.

"Calm down, will you? Someone might hear you," I told her, my voice extremely calm after I ducked. We were at Bianca's house and Harriet was in my bedroom hurling insults at me and throwing at me, whatever she could get her hands on. She was overcome with rage, it was terrifying. Her eyes burned with fury and her voice was bitter and filled with spite.

"Do I look like I care, Liam? Do I look like a give a fuck? I'm going to scream on the top of my lungs, you hear me? I'm going to yell for the fucking world to hear. I don't give a fuck!" Harriet thundered with so much resentment ringing in her voice. She was really furious. It had been ages since I saw her this mad.

I wasn't going to lie and say that her anger was not justified. She had every right to be mad at me. Perhaps, I should not have done what I did to her. I