Lyra
Every word he let out was like a slap to my face. I opened my mouth to speak and defend myself. I wanted to tell him this wasn’t what it looked like. In fact I wanted to tell him the truth. That I really was sick and suffering from an illness that was eating me alive from the inside out.
But what was the point?
He wouldn’t believe me. No matter what I said, in his eyes…I was already guilty.
So, swallowing down a lump in my throat, I said instead, “Whatever you think, Liam,” I whispered, “I’ve always been a liar and manipulator to you anyway. Just like my father.”
Something flickered in his expression. It vanished quickly though and the hard anger from before quickly replaced it.
I forced myself to keep speaking.
“I faked it,” I swallowed another lump, “The blood, the weakn
