Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Soon, the image of Liam and Suzan entwined and lips pressed together in what appeared to be a restaurant was replaced by even worse and more graphic photos. In one of them, she could see that they were in one of the agency's studios, with him pressing her against one of the walls, with his hands on her breasts covered only by a small lingerie. In another photo, Suzan was about to get into a car – Missy's car – while Liam had his hands on her ass. In the next, they were outside the car, clearly on a different day, leaving a motel in a deserted place, and although the photo was taken from a distant location, it was quite apparent that Suzan had one of her hands inside. of his pants.

- Missy! – she heard Liam's desperate gasp even before he appeared in the middle of the crowd, clumsily approaching her, practically dripping with sweat – Look, I swear it's not what it looks like…!

- Honey, dear... – still as if she were in a trance, Missy could only weakly turn her neck towards Suzan, who was in a place next to the television, with a cell phone in her hands – I did it because you needed to know, he understands? – Suzan's expression, which she imagined was trying to look martyred, was nothing more than cynical in her eyes – We both couldn't take anymore hiding that feeling for fear of hurting you. But today we realized that we couldn't lie to you and everyone else anymore. We had to assume our love! I know you will understand us. You always understand, don't you, dear? – Suzan's evil smile, which she didn't bother to hide at that moment, was almost sparkling – We didn't mean it. And I didn't want to risk you not believing me and wanting to fight for Liam, thinking you two still had a chance. So I thought it better to show...

- Shut up, you bitch! - Mrs. Newton roared, looking like he was on the verge of a heart attack, pushing past Missy to lunge for Suzan, but a voice made her freeze.

Liam's voice. But not the voice of the man who was still standing nearby, his face drawn with embarrassment and bewilderment - but also without any apparent regret, as Missy couldn't help noticing. It was the voice coming from a video that was now playing on television, showing Liam and Suzan again in one of the agency's studios, sitting on a sofa, being captured at an odd angle, as if the person who had filmed them was hiding nearby. from the door of the room, but still doing his best to catch their every move. And even though they were still fully clothed in the images that followed, Liam's hands roamed greedily over her body as he whispered things about what he wanted to do with Suzan that made Missy blush as he kissed her neck, making Suzan giggle seductively.

- Isn't that much better than being with your doormat? she asked, her voice permeated with contempt.

-You know I do... - Liam said greedily, still with his face hidden in the crook of her neck.

- So why haven't you left her yet? – With some violence, Suzan pushed him away, pushing him on the sofa – Honestly, Liam, am I competing with a nerdy girl who looks more like a goose and, even after four months, I'm still the other one? What is wrong with you?

- Oh, come on, beautiful ... - Liam in the video sighed - Are we really going to start this conversation again?

- How do you not want me to start? – Suzan snarled – Aren't you the one who keeps saying how much better I am than her? Sexier, hotter? – With each word spoken in the video, Missy's throat tightened even more – Or was all this just a lie to get me to eat? – Suzan pouted, prompting Liam to caress her waist.

- You know not, beautiful. The only reason I keep her is because my mom is crazy about her mom. Also, look at that girl. If I leave her, she might go into a depression and kill herself or some shit like that. It's not like any other guy is going to be as godly as I am and go out of his way to stay by her side. – although Liam's face wasn't completely clear in the video, she knew he had probably rolled his eyes in contempt at that moment.

- So that's it? – Suzan asked dubiously – Pity?

- Of course. – Liam laughed – Why else would it be? I swear, beautiful, some days I barely want to get out of bed, because I know I'm going to have to see you. God, she gets on my nerves, especially when she insists on taking that disgusting dog of hers everywhere. She's always furry or drooling... she makes me want to puke! - he made a retching sound - And have you seen how she dresses and acts? - he laughed evilly - I'm lucky because she loves to be locked in the house like a bear in a cave, or I'd have to put a bag over her head so I don't embarrass myself on the street. Not to mention that she is always devoting millions of hours to that little project of hers. It's ridiculous, honestly. The idiot works like she's going to become the next Steve Jobs, can you believe it? I don't know what they taught her at those thousand retarded video game colleges she went to, but it certainly wasn't how to treat a man right. And much less how to give him the attention he deserves. Aside from the fact that I can't even glare at her without her wanted to do a DR. It's just unbearable. Not to mention that pussy. – Missy shuddered hearing him talk about her that way – Drier than a desert. Do you believe I rubbed in her face how frigid she was and still she didn't touch? Instead of trying to make me come, she continued to hold back. I've never met anyone as pathetic as Missy Sutton. -he laughed again, with a contempt so deep that it was like an arrow in Missy's heart-I don't know if she realizes how lucky she is to have someone like me on her side. I can't imagine how that idiot is going to react when I finally dump her ass. – Her tone made it clear that he was rolling his eyes – Which isn't too far from happening, with you here… – He moved his hands suggestively down her waist.

- It's a good thing you're not. Suzan snarled. "Or I'll have to make arrangements myself."

The coldness in that recorded voice seemed to awaken something in Missy, as if an electrical current had run through her body. Suddenly, she snapped out of her stupor of shock and horror, becoming painfully aware of the stares directed at her: some pitying, some curious, and some simply mocking, enjoying her humiliation. That's when she realized that she was just standing there, in the middle of all these people, passively watching the evidence that her boyfriend was a cheater who not only didn't love her, but despised her. She'd spent months trying to open up to him, respect him, understand him... struggling to develop a true feeling of love for him...

And meanwhile, he was cheating on her. Mocking her. Treating her like she was nothing.

She felt like an idiot.

She felt as pathetic as he'd accused her of being.

Feeling the tears streaming down her face start to blur her vision, Missy could only run, for the second time that day, away from it all, wanting only that video to disappear, that feeling of humiliation to disappear...

That she herself could simply disappear.

Missy had barely turned and taken two steps when a hand caught her arm, stopping her. However, as soon as she heard the voice accompanying that touch, she didn't even have the strength to turn around.

- Wait a minute, Missy... You have to understand... - Liam spoke, so quickly that she barely managed to understand some words - You weren't cooperative and I needed a little affection...

- Get your hands off her, you... - She even heard the beginning of Logan's furious growl at the side, an almost animalistic sound...

But before she even realized what she was doing, her right hand, the hand on the arm that wasn't being held, had already curled into a fist and landed, with a strength she didn't even know she had, right next to her. on Liam's nose. As soon as the punch landed, she felt a sharp pain in her hand, as if her bones were pulling apart, followed by the sound of something cracking, like a block of ice breaking. The momentary pain, however, was totally eclipsed as Missy realized what she had done, while everyone around her froze, watching Liam scream and hold his bruised nose, which was starting to spurt blood. Not believing what she had done, Missy could only gasp as her tears continued to flow, and finally run out of the living room, reaching the front door as she heard some voices calling her, including Megan's, although the voice her sister's voice soon turned to screams of rage as she argued with what sounded like Liam.

Her vision blurred with tears and feeling like she was about to be overwhelmed by the horrible feeling that was literally overwhelming her, Missy walked towards her car, doing her best not to think about what Liam and Suzan must have already done in there. , while she was at home suffering because she couldn't give herself to him, and tried to open the door with the key, although her trembling hands were not helping her.

She half-snorted and half-gasped when a large hand wrapped around hers, making her shiver as she turned to face whoever was preventing her from fleeing... And she was even more surprised to find Logan standing there, still holding her keys with her. . Swallowing hard, incessantly sobbing, Missy struggled to speak, practically pleading.

- Please... I... I just want to be alone... I don't want anyone to look at me... I don't want... - she stuttered disjointedly, barely able to express herself in the face of the agony she felt inside , trying to explain to him that she just didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

She didn't have enough strength for anything. Nothing but crying and feeling the worst she'd ever felt in her entire life.

However, again to her complete surprise, like everything else that night, Logan just took the key from her trembling hands and, instead of trying to talk to her, he just opened the car door, speaking in a calm and understanding voice – You are not in conditions to drive right now. Please come in. I know you might not want to go home either, since everyone will follow you there. – he stated, as if he had read her mind – I'll take you to the last place they would look for you and you'll be able to have some peace. You can talk to your sister when you're ready.

Still trapped in sheer shock, Missy could only stare at him as tears continued to stain her face, only to be awakened when the raised voices within the house drew closer, denouncing that whoever it was was about to leave.

- I promise I'll take care of you, Missy. – Logan said, with a soft voice, but still looking anxious – Please, trust me. - Missy couldn't define what it was exactly, but something in that indescribable gleam in his green eyes, almost tormented, made her find enough strength within herself to weakly nod her head, at the same moment that the voices became even louder. tall.

Incredibly agile, Logan swept her into his arms and gently placed her in the passenger seat, closing the door and sliding into the driver's seat before she even blinked. And, before the door to the Newton house could even be opened, Logan had already started the car and was speeding down the road, so fast that she doubted people would even be able to distinguish that she wasn't alone in the car.

-Where… – she tried to speak, although the tremor in her voice didn't allow her to be successful – Where are we going?

- To my house. – he whispered softly, raising his hand to turn on the car heater while giving her a look full of sweetness and concern – Try to get some rest. We'll get there soon. – he informed gently.

Sniffling, Missy curled up on the leather seat, hugging herself and allowing the intense crying to make her body nearly spasm, completely oblivious to everything around her, even the fact that she was alone in a car with a man with who had no intimacy. All her mind seemed to be able to do at that moment was remember that video, intensifying the feeling of humiliation more and more and making her feel as if that cut inside her, that Liam had made that last weekend, had turned into a a wound, which bleeds, hurts...

She tormented.

And as that sense of humiliation and agony continued to tear through her, like a rock would shatter glass, Missy ended up glancing at her reflection in the car's rearview mirror, and for a split second, she saw her own face: soaking wet. of tears, swollen with weeping and distorted with pain. And that sight only served to add a new wound to her heart. Because, all of a sudden, she just couldn't bear to look at that image.

After all, she was suffering enough without having to face how pathetic Melissa Sutton really was.