Broken

Olivia Kirk watched her parents get brutally murdered and is forced to move in with her abusive uncle. He abuses her in many terrible ways. Somehow though she holds it all together and starts art college. There she reunites with her cousin Louis Tomlinson. She also meets four other amazing guys who turn her life around. They teach her how to trust and love. But what happens when she falls for all of them? Will her past and present affect her future?


This is my first fanfiction so I hope you'll read it...and give me feedback...nicely. Well hope you enjoy(: xx

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42. Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter 37
Liam's POV
"What the hell is he doing here mum?!" I yelled at her and the prick. "Liam! Let me explain!" She pleaded. "No! He left us and you just welcome him back...especially like this!" I continue to yell motioning towards the bed. She put a Jane on her forehead and sighed. "Liam, your mums been through a lot. Be easy on her," my father said. "Don't tell me what to do! You have no authority over me!" I screamed. "Don't use that tone with me. I'm your father," he said sternly. "No! You're not! A real father would've stayed! Not run away like a coward when things get tough! You left us with Henry! He was hard to take care of at first, so you left. You're just a cowardly prick, not a father!" I yelled, feeling relief. I've wanted to say that to him for years now.
"Liam, lets talk about this in your room," my mum said calmly. I just nodded and followed her into my room. I sat on my bed and waited for her to start. "Listen, I was really having a hard time with Henry. I started to look through all of your and Henry's old things, and I found our old wedding pictures. I just, I missed him so....so much. I was hurting and made a hasty and idiotic choice to call him. It was meant to be about Henry, but it ended up being a discussion about us, and he came over...and one thing led to another....What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry," she finished and there were tears in her eyes. I knew that she was hurt. "Mum....I-I thought when something was bothering us we talked about it...We're supposed to talk it out..." I trailed off choking up myself. When things happened in this house, we talked about it. That was the rule.
"I know, I know. But how was I supposed to tell you that me and your father were going to talk?" She asked me. "Did you think that I wasn't going to find out? I would've taken it better if you wouldn't of hid it," I said honestly looking into her eyes. I understood better now though. I knew she was in love with my dad. I just didn't realize that she never got over him. I thought she was angry with him. "I know I should've told you, but I want Henry to have a dad for a little while. Do you think you could try.....for Henry?" She subtly pleaded with me. I sighed....I didn't want to. It was for Henry though.....I sighed and nodded my head. "Liam, I promise this will end well," my mum promised me. 'In what, Henry dying?' I thought bitterly to myself. "Okay, I'm tired so Im going to sleep...please keep it down," I joked bitterly. My mum apparently didn't pick up on it though because she just laughed an left. At least I had Liv to look forward to tomorrow.

Libby's POV
"Wake up!" He yelled at me. I slowly sat up and felt the aftermath of yesterday. My stomach hurt so bad I was already almost crying. My head was still pounding, and the usual ache of the forming bruises had escalated. "You're to clean the house while Im gone. I'm not going to be back until early tomorrow. I'm going out with friends," he growled. 'He has friends?' I thought and chuckled a bit. "What are you laughing at?" He asked glaring at me. He was getting aggravated and I was get in scared. "N-nothing," I whispered looking away. "Don't try anything. I'll know," he whispered right next to my ear. I just nodded and he left.
I stayed in bed until I heard the front door slam. Well at least I would be able to enjoy my date with Liam. I slowly walked downstairs. Each step shot pain through my stomach. 'Slow Libby, slow,' I kept reminding myself. I eventually made my way down the stairs and started cleaning. It was mostly just cleaning up alcohol bottles and some dusting. So, I was done fairly quickly.
I wasn't sure what to do. I never really had much free time and the house to myself. I honestly wasn't in the mods to draw and it was too early to start to get ready for my date. I just say on the couch and started to read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It was my favorite of all the Harry Potter books. I was so caught up in my book that I barely heard my phone ring I looked to see who it was, and saw that it was Liam.
"Hello?" I answered."Hey babe, I'm leaving my house now to pick you up. I should be there in a half hour or so," he responded. Shit! I was still in my pajamas! "Great! Well pay attention to the road! Gotta go!" I almost squeaked. I didn't even have an outfit picked out! "Wait!" Liam almost yelled at me. "Yes?" I questioned. "You're not even ready are you?" He asked with a chuckle. "Don't blame me! Blame J.K Rowling! She's the one who made Harry Potter so good! I just got lost in the book," I defended. He just laughed, I could almost feel his smile through the phone. "Will you be able to be ready?" He asked still chuckling. "If you ever let me off the phone," I joked. "Well fine then!" He said prolonging the phone call. "Bye babe," I said jokingly annoyed and hung up.
I walked up the stairs and stopped halfway up. I was still in so much pain. I had to push it to the back of my mind though. I wasn't letting that monster ruin my date. I kept walking and walked right up to my closet. I had to look dressy but casual. I needed to wear a dress, but not a fancy one. I only had two dresses, the one I wore on the first day and a really fancy one. I wanted to impress him, but I didn't have much of a choice at this point.
I dressed exactly as I did on the first day with my floral print dress, jean jacket, and flats. I moussed and fluffed my hair and applied my mascara, but I needed a little bit extra so I added a swipe of white eyeshadow. It really brought out my eyes, but kept it natural. Just the way I liked it. My stomach sill screamed, but I ignored it and walked downstairs.
As soon as I got to the bottom, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and it was Liam. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt and black straight jeans that fit him very well. I smiled looking into his deep, beautiful eyes. "You look just as beautiful as the day I met you," he said with a cheeky grin. "Thanks you don't look TOO bad," I joked. "Thanks," he said leaning in for a small peck. I met him halfway. He grabbed my hand and guided me to the car. This night was going to be amazing.
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