In just a few hours my life came crashing down. The person who had once given me the world, took it all away without an ounce of pity. Just how cruel can this world get? I was beginning to feel a lot like the words my uncle spat at me whenever he got a chance. I was a whore after all, used and discarded like some kind of trash. I cried some more, my mind trailing back to what had been some of the best moments of my life with the man who had just broken my heart into pieces.
When Liam parked in front of a small apartment, I took a while to scan the surroundings before his hand landed on the small of my back again, leading me in with one arm, while the other held my bag in a firm grip.
Every other day that came afterwards, had me wondering where Liam had been all my life. He was perfect. A gentleman, respectful and never for once made me feel uncomfortable, even though sometimes I felt bad due to the fact that I was a kind of liability, he was quick to brush it off with reassurance.
We'd been living together for about a month now. Everything went smoothly, Liam treated me like a princess, always making sure I had whatever I wanted, without asking for anything in return.
I went to school like normal, sometimes Liam and I walked together, it was also his workplace after all. I realized he didn't go to work on some days, and seeing as we'd never lacked anything, I wondered if he was doing anything else on the side, but I decided to brush it off, not wanting to pry into his private life. We basically talked about everything, he'd have told me if he wanted to.
When months started climbing over each other, Liam and I got closer, unsurprisingly. Within this time, we'd confessed our feelings to each other, living together made the whole 'getting to know each other' phase very easy.
Becoming his girlfriend was another one of the most thrilling rides of my life. He became even more wonderful, if that was possible. From movie nights, to cuddle sessions and random dates in the middle of the day, I felt wanted, loved and treasured. Although after a few months of dating and never going past the quick peck on the lips and warm embraces, I started to crave for more. I wasn't blind, Liam was a fine man, down to his pinkie. I've had the pleasure of seeing him walk out of the shower in his bare chested glory a couple of times and that served to be the subject of my wet dreams on a lot of nights, coupled with the morning wood that always had my cheeks filling with color on mornings I had to wake him up.
'Maybe he was waiting for me to make a move?' I thought. He'd always been too much of a gentleman as far as my knowledge went. With a final nod of determination, I decided I was going to let it on. I was sure he wanted me too, if his dark gazes that always had me squirming in my seat on nights that I dressed a little too scantily were anything to go by.
It was a cold Wednesday night when I decided it was time. Three days after I graduated high school and Liam had taken me out to celebrate, a candle lit dinner at a hotel that was definitely way above his pay grade as a janitor. Anyways, It just felt like the right time, I owe a lot to Liam and I wanted to please him and be useful in any way I could.
It was another one of those days where he left for 'work' and never came back until the dark hours of night, so I took the chance to get myself ready. I wasn't very skilled in that field so by getting ready, I meant shaving and wearing the skimpiest night dress I'd gotten a few weeks ago, a lot of cleavage on display and pulling the sheer robe over my shoulder. Liam had always been appreciative of anything I wore and he was never afraid to show it. I was sure he'd like this, hopefully enough to get him to touch me.
When I heard a knock on the door, I remained unmoving from where I was sat at the edge of the bed, nerves still a mess. He always had a key with him, and when I heard the rattle from the door, I knew he was using it. I wanted him to meet me like this, ready, willing and pliant.
"Dee?" He called, walking further into our now shared apartment.
I struggled to calm my nerves when his footsteps got closer, and finally, he was pushing the door open. Safe to say he was pleasantly surprised, his eyes widening as he stood by the door frame for a few seconds. Finally snapping out of the trance he was in, he walked closer, his eyes fixed on me.
"Did you drink?" I asked, the moment he was close enough, nose scrunching. "I thought you were at work" I added and he knelt at my feet, the stench of alcohol prominent in the air.
"I got fired today" he rasped out. "Some guy broke in and got away with something, so I had to take the fall" he explained and I bit my lip tentatively, well, it looked like I'd just managed to pick the wrong day.
He stood back up, shaking his head before making his way out of the room again, staggering as he walked into the living room and threw himself on the couch.
"I'm sorry to hear about that" I muttered, following after him.
"That's okay, I'll get another place" he simply replied as I now took a seat next to him.
"Dee?" He suddenly called out, turning to face me.
"Yeah?" I answered lowly, his eyes trailing down my body again.
"How long have you been living here?" He asked and my brows raised.
"Uh... it should be about four months now" I answered before adding a small "Why?" I already started to wonder if I did something wrong, prompting his question, but he smiled, turning to face me totally.
"Nothing. I just wanted to know if I've been….good" he drawled out, his large palm landing in my naked thigh.
My breath caught in my throat, I immediately knew what he was implying and I was very much on board. Before too many thoughts would fill my head and make me chicken out, I immediately leaned in, pressing my lips against his.
He was taken off guard for a few seconds before he regained composure and began to lead the kiss like he always did. I was already breathless as he deepened the kiss, but his hand laid limply on my knee and that didn't sit right with me, so I reached for it and lead it atop one of my boobs, moaning into his mouth when he immediately squeezed like his life depended on it.
After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking at me with spit slicked lips.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, making me melt, feeling more confident in my decision.
"Yes" I replied. And like a sheep being led to the slaughter house, I was led to the bedroom. Where he made me sit on the bed before slowly undressing me, his eyes soaking up every trail of skin that was revealed to his hungry eyes.
'another great decision' I sighed to myself when he went down on me like it was nothing, burying his face between my thighs for a period of time I couldn't even fathom seeing as how I was a mess of drool and slick by the time he pulled away.
My legs were already shaky by the time he pulled them over his shoulder, pulling a loud cry out of me when he finally buried himself deep in my no longer virgin hole.
Like a fool, I babbled along to the demeaning words he spat as he thrust into me at an obviously skilled pace, ripping high after high from my body.
I wasn't sure how long we went until I passed out, but judging by the devilish smirk that loomed over me before my eyes fell shut, I was sure it didn't end when I passed out.
After that day, it was as though the gates of his lust burst open, giving way to a flood, which came in form of his insatiable sexual hunger. It wasn't even less than a week since my first that he'd taken me on almost every surface of his house. From the kitchen counter to the cold surface of an open fridge.
And I should've noticed a few changes in his behavior ever since, but I was obviously still blinded by how I felt about him. He seemed more aggressive, especially with his words, more distant and less attentive, the only time he paid attention to me being when he wanted to sheath himself under my skirt. But it was fine, he was all I had and he was still here. Unlike everybody else in the life I left behind. I didn't think too much about it, he'd recently lost a job and that must've been keeping him on edge. He still gave me kisses before we had to seperate everyday. It was fine. We were fine.
.
"Get up" I heard the voice say and I peeled my eyes open, sparing a glance at the alarm clock on the table that read 06:00 AM.
Liam loomed over me. Unimpressed look on his face and I pushed myself up with my elbows. "What's going on? It's just 6AM" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It was a Saturday, he and I had nowhere to be in the early hours so we usually just slept in, until I had to leave for my shift as a cashier in the store I started to work at in order to support him.
"What do you mean just 6AM, get up!" He demanded, harsher this time.
"Liam?" I said, giving him a questioning look, but he ignored me, turning around and walking into the en-suite bathroom.
By the time he walked out, I was still sitting on the bed and he frowned. "I thought I told you to get up" he gritted out. "My friends are coming over today, make the house presentable"
I blinked at his words "You didn't mention anything about that to me" I muttered.
"I have to put things through you in my own house?" He asked with a raised brow, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his shoulders.
"N- no it's just, I thought-"
"Nevermind. Well I just told you. They'll be staying here for a while too, so there's that" He said, doing the last buttons before grabbing a pair of slacks and pulling it up his legs.
"Get the house ready before I get back, for your own good" he said, the bedroom door shutting behind him and after a few seconds, the living room door slammed shut too.
I blinked in confusion. That was definitely new. I was still confused about the whole situation but I hurriedly got out of bed, rushing to put the house in order which didn't take a lot of time. I figured I'd get something ready too, just in case his friends were hungry, so I made some food before rushing to the bathroom and getting ready to leave for work.
I guess I should've known we've started falling apart since then. I spoke to him about the changes I noticed one night, but he brushed it off, saying he'd gotten a new job and that was taking a lot of his time. I cried myself to sleep on the same bed I'd caught him with another woman one of those days. I found a glock and a white substance I'd rather not think about in his wardrobe once and we had an argument about it, ending with him telling me to not go through his stuff and to quit being an 'ungrateful whore'. It was one argument or the other after that, even though there were days when it felt like I had the perfect life with Liam again, they were short-lived when he got ticked off by the simplest things.
I should've known. Now I was pregnant with his child, thrown out of his house and wished I hadn't been so blind to all the signs that were thrown in my face.