Liam’s arms wrap around me from behind. “I will never forget.” He kisses the side of my neck.
“You know it can’t happen again, right? You said it yourself. What happened to ‘you’re disgusting, cover yourself’?” I ask. Liam sighs and steps away from me.
“I said that because I didn’t want anyone to see you like that. This view was only for my eyes. But you’re right. We cannot be together. I have an agreement with Sophia’s family that I can’t break, and you have… your brother. Don’t think about it too hard. It was only a night of fun, nothing special to repeat.” His face changes from happy to devilish. It was a part of his plan. He played me! I was stupid to succumb to my emotions. He doesn’t like me! Stupid, stupid girl!
“Good. I will take my things then because I’m coming back to my family.” I run to my bag, pack everything and wait for him to open the doors. Liam comes soon and puts his hand on the scanner. The doors open and I step inside.
“As I said before, I will never forget.” I turn to look at him before the doors close. I spot his, now, sad face and reverse to walk through the tunnel.
At the end of the corridor, Zac is waiting as always. His face looks concerned.
“What happened, beautiful?” He asks. My eyes begin to water, and I can’t hold them anymore. I feel disgusted of myself. I never felt that before. I was always confident of my body, of myself. This guy destroyed my self- esteem. Zac arms wrap around me and embrace me in a hug. I sob in his arms for a while. I look at him when the tears dry.
“I made a mistake. I need to come back home, now.” Zac removes a key from his pocket and shakes them in front of my face.
“Let’s go then.” With that, we leave his house.
We arrive at my place. Before I could leave, Zac’s hand covers mine.
“What happened, Em?” I pause for a moment and take a deep breath. I don’t want to tell him because I’m scared, he will take his side. I’m scared that he will think I’m a slut, and I don’t want that.
“Nothing. I just miss my family. I thought about it and I’m ready to forgive them. I have only them, you know.” I say instead. Zac studies me for a minute and then sighs.
“You’ll tell me when you’re ready. You can always count on me. Remember that.” He smiles. I squeeze his hand and step out the car.
*
I didn’t expect a billboard with welcome home or some shit sign, but I didn’t expect that my family would not react at all. Maybe They knew that I will come back, or I was out for too short for them to notice. I haven’t seen my father at all. Actually, I hardly saw him from the start. He’s always out or busy. I’m wondering what his business is about, because he was always a busy man, but he was always home before dinner and we ate together. And here, we didn’t have dinner together at all.
I knock on Ty’s doors and he opens them without his top. I gape at his amazing posture and my mouths waters.
“Oh, it’s you. Welcome home princess.” He is acting strange. He didn’t invite me inside and he closed the doors behind him. Weird. I study him and I know that he’s hiding someone there.
“Wow, how enthusiastic. Who’s there?” I reach to open the doors, but he stops me halfway to the handle.
“No one, princess…” He bends to whisper in my ear, “I have a guest. I didn’t suspect that you’ll come back so soon. I know what I’ve promised you, but you know… you left, and I was lonely...” It hurts. His words hurt. I didn’t expect from him to change. He was always a guy who slept with entire England, but hell… he promised. Of course, he’s trying to blame me for breaking his promise. I’m not mad. I’m not jealous. I’m sad. I’m sad because Liam used me. He’s done exactly the same thing as Tyler. They all treat me like a doll which they can use when they please and throw away when finish playing.
“It’s okay. I sucked Liam last night, anyway. Have a good day.” I state and march away. His voice calls after me.
“You did what? Em! Come back!”
You can shout Ty, but I’m done with you. I’m done with all of you. I will focus on myself because when you give them a finger, they will take a hand. But from now on, I will be the only one responsible for myself. I’m independent. I don’t need any guy to feel beautiful, to feel important or loved. I need only myself.
I spend all Sunday in the gym. I worked hard on a punching bag, but it doesn’t feel right. I need to blow my steam somewhere else. I take my phone and dial Zac’s number. He answers on the first ring.
“Hello, beautiful. I didn’t expect your call that soon. How can I help you?” His beaming voice greets me.
“I need to relax a bit. Do you know some place where I can blow the stem?”
“I know plenty of places. What do you have in mind?” I smile at his response and give him the details.
Soon after our conversation, Zac sends me the address. I put my sport clothes on me and leave the house. I take my Kawasaki and drive through the streets. I arrive at some creepy building. I look around and spot Zac lazily laying on the top of his car’s
