Chapter 29: Chapter 29
That bitch has guts!
How dare she say that I tried to drown her in the pool? How can she even think that Liam and I planned that? What a lopsided mind she has! She is totally nuts. Liam is right. She is so screwed in the head.
I toss the wet dress into the bucket of dirty clothes and put on a baby blue silk dress. I am still shivering from staying in wet clothes for so long. A sacrifice that was worth nothing. Maybe I should have let her just drown and die there in the pool! Stupid bitch!
A hood would be good to soothe this cold, and so I grab one. The warmth of the duvet would be a sweet addition since I have nothing to do anyway. I might as well contemplate ways to handle this impossible bitch. She and Liam are always at odds. They are best companions when they are invisible to each other or just mute, which is impossible. None of them can stamp down their hatred on the other. They both rapture with all sorts of rage and pain and blame each other the moment they catch a glimpse of each other. It is already crazy in here as it is. I can’t add more fire to the already-burning one.
The problem is, with a fucked-up bitch like Mitch who has made a pack with the devil to not see anything good about what I do or even just my mere existence, how am I supposed to cope with her? This bitch is about to start questioning how and why I breathe, for all I know. I want to be the sane one in this house, but how can I do that given the situation? And Mitch’s promise to make my life a living hell—that alone is scattering my sanity and peace. I know that bitch well. She is not just all talk. She will most definitely carry out her threats. Now that worries me sick because, heaven knows, I am hell-scared of going through another pain. I don't think I can handle any more suffering, and the only way to avoid all the beckoning nightmares is one that I cannot do: back out of our deal with Liam.
The mere notion of abandoning Liam stings so badly. As soon as now, I know I am more deeply into him than I can even tell. And I know it's wrong. It is forbidden to love a married man. I shouldn't have fallen for him, especially given all that is happening and all the unknown tragedies that will be brought about by our affair. But can you tell a heart when to love?
“Can you please not bang your head too much? I cannot bear to see you this way.”
I turn around in the direction of Liam’s voice as he leans on the closed door. He starts strolling toward me when I face him.
And he seems to be yet another hard being to handle! How can he keep coming into my room like this, especially in broad daylight and, to top it all off, when that insane woman is around? Does he want to give her more reasons to throw all sorts of insults and accusations at us? Or, much worse, give her the satisfaction of substantiating her instincts and accusations, which will jeopardize all the plans he and I have? We are no saints, and that is one thing that that galling, witty bitch is right about.
“You shouldn't be here, Liam!” I say it again, averting his arms as he was reaching for my shoulders.
It's not like I don't miss being in his embrace. I am yearning for their warmth and all the candid feelings they percolate. As a matter of fact, I am already on cloud nine with the mere inkling of how sweet it is to be in his gentle, loving arms. They are the safest places I know. But unlike him, I am daunted by our sins being discovered. I am afraid of being caught. And I am afraid of losing this battle before it even starts. I don’t understand why he is not as overcautious as I am. His wife practically just declared war on us!
“She stepped out.” He says it sluggishly, as if reminding me that I am not the only one with brains here.
Maybe I was wrong to think that he was acting recklessly. But even if Mitch is not around, we cannot afford to be complacent. I mean, Serah was on my ass a few minutes ago. Who knows where her loyalty lies? What if Mitch ordered her or James to spy on us?
“Look, Liam.” I take a long breath before walking to him. “You heard Mitch loud and clear. We need to be weary of everything and everyone.” I say, hoping that I am both making sense to him and rationalizing it in the most unsophisticated way possible.
But given the way his miserable, charming orbs are boring me, I highly doubt he heard me. Or maybe he did, but he doesn't agree with me. Or what else can explain the look on his face? It seems like his mind is not even here. “Liam?” I murmur, afraid of where his mind has wandered off to.
He doesn't break his gaze from me as he speaks.
“I am sorry, Lynn. If you are asking me to stay away from you, I am sorry. I cannot do that.” He takes a long, sluggish blink, stretching his hands to reach my shoulders, and this time around, I don't object.
I follow the lead of his arms, and he pins our chests together and peels his sin-screaming eyes, pouring all their pant-wetting allure on me. And I tremble with a mixture of worry and desire.
“You are my sanity in all these insanities. Do not push me away, Lynn. I promise to keep you safe, no matter what happens. I will be with you to defend and love.”
Sweet, right? I can feel my heart throbbing in its cage from his sweet words. I can feel the heat erupting in my walls, attesting to how much I am enthralled by his assertions and savoring all that he is percolating—peace, love, care, and all. But still, this is not right.