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Corrupt

Kendall's Past

*Liam’s POV*

Oh shit. I can’t stand it when girls cry. It’s like my Kryptonite. But when Kendall bursts into tears, my heart tears into two. I don’t know how to fix it though. And it pisses me off that I can’t do a single thing to stop it.

“Kend-Kendall, sweetie. Sweetheart. Please. Please- don’t cry.” I plead with her. I rub her back and try to calm her down but she is full-out sobbing.

After countless minutes of tears and then a minute of silence, Kendall clears her throat. “You were right. When we had that first dinner.” She wipes at her face. “I haven’t always been good. When I was a freshman in high school, I was struggling with my classes and going out with my friends and partying. Not drinking or doing drugs, just staying out late into the night and doing stupid shit. So a friend implied they knew where to get Adderall so I got some. And it didn’t actually help, but popping those pills was just addicting.”

She takes a deep breath. I don’t push her. She’s opening up to me and it obviously has to hurt. “So I met this harder dealer, Jack Ferring. Who was the guy at the club. He got me a fake ID and gave me some pot. He hooked me up with the hottest parties where I slept with a lot of people and did a lot of weed and drank a lot of vodka. And one night, while out partying, we had sex. Then that became an often thing.” Her face is beet red but I’m not saying anything.

“When I was a junior, my period was late. And I was terrified. Because I knew it was Jack’s. I hadn’t slept with anyone else for months. It terrified me that my life was going to be ruined at the age of 16. And that the father of a kid I was carrying was a goddamn drug dealer. Like, how could I let my life get so low?” She turns to me, her eyes wide and red from tears. Without a thought, I take her hand in mine.

She smiles a bit before it fades. “I took a test and I found out I actually wasn’t pregnant. You can’t imagine the relief I felt. I decided that was a sign. So I told my parents the summer before my senior year that I had a problem and that I wanted into rehab. They had no idea that I was going through that, but they were glad to help.”

Kendall’s hand clenches hard around mine as she recounts this part. “I decided I was going to be brave. So the day before I left, I went to the alley by Jack’s apartment where he did most of his deals and told him that I wasn’t going to sleep with him anymore, that I was getting clean, and that I wanted him nowhere near me.” She scoffs slightly. “I don’t know why I thought that was going to work.”

Then she kind of freezes. Like she just can’t go on. But there’s this part of me that wants to know and wants everything to be okay and fixed for her.

“What happened with Jack, sweetheart?”

Kendall takes a deep breath. “He beat me up. I had a broken rib, bruised eye, broken nose, sprained wrist. I think I blacked out. I was found by some passing-by tourists and they took me to the hospital. And I knew for certain that getting out of there was best for me. And my safety. So, after I got out of rehab, I told them I was moving out of the country. My parents were pissed I decided to go to London instead of somewhere closer, and they just stopped talking to me. I figured it was for the best, since I decided I was going to reinvent myself when I got to London. I was still Kendall Riverden, but I wasn’t going to drink, swear, smoke, do drugs or anything like that. No matter what.”

“What happened that made you drink tonight?”

“I saw Jack at work.” She turns away. “Right before I got off shift, he found me and told me I was asking for it and do worse than just hold tightly onto my arm like he did tonight. And I was so frightened I just kind of wanted to forget.”

“Oh, Kendall.” I hug her tightly. “You’re really brave. I promise you. And I’ll help you conquer this again. Even if it means you go back to rehab. Or if it just means helping you out in any way I can if something like this happens again.” I play with her hair, which is really soft.

“Thanks, Liam.” She sniffles. “I promise this is first and last time I’ll ever relapse.”

“I’ll be there to help you every step of the way.”

There’s a slight pause on her end. “Li?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Who’s Danielle?”

Notes

Please keep in mind when I tell the story of Liam and Danielle breaking up, it's a fictional dramatization. But I love you guys for being so awesome. Thank you! <3

Comments

@Craicy_Mofo_Ellen

You're welcome! Can't wait for the new story! :)
Sunshine Sunshine
8/6/13
@Becx
Thank you! Yeah, I slept on it and decided I really liked that one too :D
I think you should call it Pure but you can call it whatever you want :)
Sunshine Sunshine
8/5/13
I'm trying to find a title for the sequel can you guys help?

Pure

Uncorrupt

Profane

Or any suggestions you guys have. I don't really know what to call it and could definitely use the help.
Do the sequel!! I'm sure we'll all love it!!