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“I wasn’t goin’ to bloody leave you in here alone and risk you choking on your own vomit or some shite like that.”
My face contorts and I climb out of bed to put distance between us. My eyes involuntarily flick to the ensuite where my promise of an escape sits in bottles under the sink. Liam follows my gaze, and he pushes the blankets off himself.
His black boxer-briefs outline his morning erection and I avert my eyes before he notices my stare.
I internally groan in annoyance that I even looked.
He stomps to the bathroom and rips open the cabinet. He takes out my medication basket and the box I keep hidden in the back.
“What are you doing?!” I shriek when he begins rifling through the bottles and dumping their contents down the toilet.
“You’re not going to keep popping pills to deal with your shite, Emily. It’s time you find some other way to cope.” He grits through clenched teeth.
I claw at his arms to get him out of the way but he’s a fucking wall and completely immobile.
“Stop! Liam, stop!”
He spins around and grips my face with both hands.
“You’re going to kill yourself, Emily!”
“Good! Then maybe I can finally be free of the fucking voices in my head. The fucking women and children that sit in this fucking room with me!” I scream as tears begin to spill from my eyes.
Sadness fills his eyes as he stares at me like he doesn’t recognize me. His grip tightens when I try pulling away.
“Look at me,Féileacán.” He orders.
Hearing him calling mebutterflyin person is nearly as painful as hearing the ghost of him say it when I was trapped inthe hole.My lip quivers and I close my eyes. I shake my head, avoiding looking at his beautiful fucking face.
“This has to stop, baby. You don’t have to do this alone. You’re not alone anymore. Let me fight this with you.”
The simmer becomes boiling rage and I snap my eyes open. Glaring at him, I press my hands against his chest and shove myself out of his grasp.
I point my finger at him. “You don’t get to say that to me. Ever. You had your chance to fight with me.For me.And you didn’t, so take your plea and shove it up your ass.”
I push past him and exit the bathroom. He is right on my heels.
He grips my bicep and spins me to face him.
“You have every right to be mad. I was a fecking eejit for walkin’ away from you. But I’m not goin’ to this time.”
I laugh humorlessly and get into his face.
“Let me make this clear to you like you did to me. I. Don’t. Want. You.”
Of course, I’m fucking lying but I refuse to trust Liam with my heart again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Only, Liam won’t fool me twice. I’ve already been broken enough.
His face steels and he grinds his teeth. His eyes bounce between mine. They’re filled with anger and regret, but I don’t care.
He had his chance to love me, and he chose to let me go. Despite him being the reason I fought to stay alive, I’m not giving myself to him. I can’t. I’m barely surviving as it is.
“I’m fighting for you now, Em. Let me.”
I rip my arm out his grasp.
“No. I’ll find someone who will fight for me the first time. Not after the damage to my heart and soul becomes irreversible.”
His hackles raise and he steps closer, forcing me to take a step back. This dance continues until I’m pressed against the wall. He crowds my space and slams his hands against the wall, caging me in.
