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“Liam,” I moan as he moves from my mouth to my neck.
“My names Cody,” he mumbles.
“Shut up and keep going.”
The back door opens and closes, taking my attention off Cody. I’m not sure if it’s the substances I’ve consumed or if my mind is playing tricks, but near the back door stands a blurry figure.
Is that…
Liam pulls Cody out my lap, tossing him a few feet away from us. “Get the fuck out of here!”
Getting to my feet, I shove Liam, “What the hell is your problem? Huh?”
Cody scurries off, looking just as scared as he did the first night we were together.
“What was that about?” I yell, pushing him again. “What is your problem?”
I go to shove him again but he pushes me back, provoking a new type of anger. My chest puffs out as I huff angrily. Tackling him to ground, we knock over the fire pit in the process, sending hot embers scattering around us. Hands and fist fly as we brawl, rolling around on the ground trying to gain dominance over the other one.
People begin to flood around us, watching and recording us with their phones as they all cheer and gasp. Derek somehow squeezes through the crowd and pulls me off Liam, holding me at the waist as he drags me a few feet away.
“Fuck you!” I yell, pushing Derek’s hands off me. “What is your deal with me? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Because I… I…” Liam stammers, looking defeated, frustrated, and angry. His chest rises and falls wildly.
“What? Because you what?”
Liam look at me, then Derek, and then the crowd around us. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Forget this.” Grabbing my shirt, I shove by everyone and head for the pier. So many things are running through my head right now and I can’t think straight. Maybe there I can find some kind of peace.
Chapter Fifteen
Liam
Earlier that Day
For two days I slept.
Two days I left Cole waiting and wondering.
I’m sure this won’t put me on his good side, but I doubt I’ll make it there anyway. There isn’t enough time. Right now, I’m just having my fun until it’s time for me to go, leaving him again. But this time, I won’t be coming back. There won’t be a reason for me to. I’ll have aged out and will have to find somewhere to go.
I haven’t thought that far ahead, though. I’ve never had to; I’ve always had Frank to do that for me. Now that it’s almost time for me to be on my own, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Dennis can go fuck himself, and my mom pretty much cut all ties with family over the years as she screwed them over for money to enable her addictions. I have no one.
Fear of the unknown tries to creep in, but I don’t allow it to. I’ve feared too much my entire life, and right now, all I want to do is find Cole and have what little fun I can with him. It hurts to know that he sees me as this monster from his past, but what he forgets is that we share the same trauma—only I don’t place blame on him for what happened that night.
No one saw it coming. I may have only been there for a short amount of time, but the Gabe I got to know showed no signs of wanting to kill himself.
With a deep sigh, I get to my feet and get dressed. I need to find Cole and explain why I disappeared.
Knock, knock.
“Liam,” Ms. Harris calls from behind the door. “Are you awake yet?”
Shit. I forgot about her. I open the door and she almost knocks me over as she comes in for a hug.
“Oh goodness, you’re okay!” she cries into my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, confused by her reaction. No one’s even been worried about me before, not like this.