Liam’s words made my heart skip a beat, made my stomach turn, and made my throat block. All the cliché things I’ve ever read about and more.
After cooling down from the afternoon’s frenzy in Liam’s arms, I slowly started to feel more at ease with myself.
“Are you ok, baby?” – Liam sweetly asked.
“I think I am. I’m relieved he isn’t my father. It was hard to know that my own father didn’t love me. But now, it just kind of makes sense. My mother was with someone else, and I’m the living proof that it happened. She died giving birth to me, and that makes him hate me even more.”
“Don’t try to understand him or even make excuses for his f*****g behavior. He’s a walking piece of f*****g trash that doesn’t deserve the air he breathes.” – Liam replied, his rage boiling in his words again.
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