Best Job Ever

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  • Published: 21 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 22 Nov 2013
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What happens when a simple job interview brings you face to face with the love of your life? Meet Brooke, a 20 year old American, in England for college, studying at the prestigious Oxford University. It's summertime and she applies for a job as a maid and cook. Seems simple enough, right? Wrong. This job takes her through twists and turns, love and heartbreak, but best of all, she gets 4 new best friends/brothers and a sole mate. A job this amazing can only be described as the "Best Job Ever". WARNING: Some chapter have elements that can be triggering. And LANGUAGE! Some chapters have a lot of cursing. xxBo<3

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28. Hate through Liam's eyes

 

LIAM’S POV

“Brooke, open the door!” I bang on it. Louis comes beside me with a key. “I think this opens all the locked doors in the flat.” He says softly. I watch as he put it in the door. It fits. The door opens. Both mine and Brooke’s phones are on the floor. I pick hers up and see all the posts. I drop it again and look for her. I hear muffled sobs coming from the attached bathroom. I walk in. The sobs are coming from the shower. The curtain is closed. I pull it open. Brooke is lying in the tub, lying on top of her arms. Beside her is a bloody razor blade. “Brooke, you didn’t.” I say, trying not to burst with rage. “Liam, I did. She says between sobs. I grab her by the waist but she won’t let me pick her up. “Why?” I ask her, starting to cry. She just sobs harder. I squat next to the tub and put my face in my hands. I feel a hand on my shoulder. The boys. They all look at Brooke with sad eyes, the blood from her arm going down the drain, the razor blade that did this, her sobbing body. “They called her a slut, when she’s still a virgin. They called her ugly when she can’t understand how beautiful she is. They told me to leave her and her to leave me, when she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. This is all my fault.” I say, feeling my hatred boil inside me. “No, it’s not. It’s theirs.” Zayn says. “No, it’s mine. If I had said it, then this wouldn’t have happened!” I storm out of the bathroom. I kick our phones into the wall, then fall to the floor, and pound on it. “Liam, stop!” Louis pulls me off the ground and he and Harry pin me down. I sob. Why would she do this? It’s a lot, but I never thought it would be this bad. I continue to cry. 

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