AGITATION SURROUNDS ME with an argument with Liam though it lasts like an hour already. I am alone in our bedroom – a thing I desperately desire when I walk here after a sudden-football game on the white, open field. I am in my bed but not lying awake – I am talking to my sister, Bella, through my laptop, partially crying. It is her I have now. And I think it is best that it is her instead of anyone else. Bella is the kind of sister that can give you a physical companion, although she is miles apart. And right now, that is what exactly she is doing.
When Liam ends his words with a threat kiss, no, I thought no more of hurting him. Unlike before, that night in the café, I am now trembling and afraid, yet it only makes me angrier and attack him anytime I want. It is bulls
