Shadowbrook

For a couple of days now I've been "sick".

I couldn't face Liam or Harry, and I think my mom knows I'm not sick, but she'll still bring me hot soup and sing to me and she'll say Liam will come over sometimes and ask about me but she wouldn't let him in. She must suspect I don't want to see him and sometimes I hear Arnie and my name in some of the conversations they have.

Once I heard this;

Mom: I don't know how to help her anymore. Maybe I should just...give up? Tell me, Arnie. Tell me what to do.

I started crying myself.

One day, before I heard her say something and masculine voice, probably Arnie and after hearing my mother release an exasperated sigh, she stormed out and the door slammed and I wondered whether or not things were going well between her and Arnie.

Like I always did when she left, I climbed out of bed and slid into the hallway, wiping my eyes as I made my way to the kitchen to get a small snack and I let out a small shriek as I saw Liam sitting awkwardly on our dark green couch, wearing all black.

I was only in a t-shirt, and sort of my panties. His eyes scanned over my body before a deep blush set upon his cheeks and I ran into my bedroom, locking the door, leaning against it for a minute before I slid on my pajama pants and walked back out to see Liam was now standing. Had he tried to follow me? Or attempted to but thought it would be too weird? Yeah, it would have.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed. "Get out!"

"No," He shook his head. "Not until you talk to me."

My anger boiled up. "What do you want to talk about? How you messed up my relationship with the boy I love?"

He tensed up. "You love him?"

"More than you." I laughed bitterly, adding extra venom to my voice.

He looked down at his hands, which had balled up into fists. "Don't say that to me." He took a deep breath. "Why have you been skipping school?"

"I've been sick."

He snorted. "You look fine to me."

I smiled humorlessly. "Yeah, because you're oblivious to anyone's condition other than your own." I said and he glared at me. "It's in your nature to be selfish."

"You should talk about selfish!" He growled. "Harry this, and Harry that. What about me? What about how I'm feeling? What about the pain that I'm feeling? But you don't give a shit about that, right?" My mouth dropped. "And you don't give a damn about Harry either, or you would have answered at least some of his calls, or went to visit him. If you hate me because I kissed you, that's alright." The glib smile on his face made me want to cover my ears for what came next. "But remember that you kissed me back."

I ran into the kitchen and he followed me, curious on what I was going to do and when he saw I was collecting the plates his eyes widened in terror.

"Jamie-" He began but I flung a plate at him, which he narrowly dodged and it shattered into pieces on the wall.

I remember our food fight when we first met, but that was fueled by anger at his disrespectful attitude, this was fueled by my hatred towards him and my annoyance that I didn't hate him, I loved him, and that he was right.

I threw a bowl at him with all my might and the bastard caught it, setting it gently down on the table and I screamed, throwing spoons and forks now and he threw up his hands, blocking them and I threw myself at him and the next thing I know I was pushed up against the refrigerator, my hands pinned down by my sides.

"Calm down!" He shouted and I struggled in his grip.

"Liam, let me go!" I shouted back and continued to struggle but then I noticed he had a black eye and a bloody nose. "What...happened to you? Not that I care. I'm just naturally curious."

He smirked, shaking his head. "Another fight."

"With who....?" My voice trailed off as I had already known the answer. "It can't be...."

"Faggot Curls." He confirmed.

"Why do you love me?" I asked him.

He looked at me weird. "Why do I...what?"

"At the ball, you said you loved me."

He looked confused. "All I remember is waking up with my cheek hurting. Whatever I told you, it was highly influenced by alcohol."

"So you're saying you didn't mean it." I said bitterly.

"How could I?"

That's when I winced from my heart breaking and suddenly there was the sound of a motorcycle and Liam glared at the window before walking out the house and I followed, blocking out my heartache.

There was Harry, and I ached for him, wanting to kiss him and beg him to tell me it would be alright but his eyes were on Liam.

"If you're going to fight." I took a step back. "Kick his ass, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes and Liam gave me the finger. "Jamie," said Harry. "If you want to talk things out, you know where to find me."

He hopped back on his motorcycle and took off.

Before I could even register that my mother came out screaming, "Jamie! Jamie! Arnie proposed! We're getting married! You and Liam is going to be your step-brother so now you can finally get along." She looked at Liam. "Did you tell her yet?"

Now my heart disintegrated but I accepted the pain and I smiled kindly at my mother.

"Excuse me but I need to do something before this goes any further."

I turned and tackled Liam to the ground, my fists going crazy against his face, hoping to give him another black eye.

His arms wrapped around my waist and the next thing I knew he was on top of me, holding me down, my mother calling out my name and I screamed at the top of my lungs until I wore myself out and spiraled into darkness.

I have officially lost it.

Notes

Sorry I've been gone for a while I went on a trip for a few days but I'm back now and I promise I'll produce crap better than this chapter. I promise. Have a good day folks!