After Danielle broke up with Liam, he was devastated. He started to get more and more distant from everyone. He wasn't the sweet, responsible, daddy direction, that every one knew and loved. people started to question his behaviors and that's when management decided to make him date Alex.
Alex has to accept the management's offer because that's the only way she can save her dad.
Liam hates Alex and would do anything to make her leave, anything...


6. Violence

I actually meant to make a good breakfast the next morning, my special pancakes and everything to make it up to Liam for what he did for me but the next morning when I woke up I could barely get out of bed and stand on my feet. Apparently it’s not exactly the best idea in the world not to eat for a whole day and move in and be on your period all together.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and was terrified. I looked so pale and horrible. I decided it was time I ate something if I didn’t want to die in this house so I headed toward kitchen ignoring my cramps as much as I could.

“Looks like the sleeping bea…” I heard Liam’s sarcastic remark when I walked into the kitchen but he trailed off as soon as he saw my face.

“You look like shit, you know?” Said Liam composing himself.

“Wow, thanks!” I said as I walked past him and sat behind the counter. There was a frying pan with two fried eggs in it. “You mind if I eat this?”

“No, I was going to throw that out anyway.” Liam replied as he sat on a chair beside me and started buttering his toast.

I just decided to ignore his last sentence and enjoy my breakfast.

“The guys are going to pop in today.” He informed me reluctantly.

My face brightened up at the thought of seeing the guys again and smiled at him unconsciously, an action which was replied by a hostile look. He fisted the hand that was holding the toast for a second then dropped it and got up. Wow the boy couldn’t even stand my presence and it hurt more than I thought it would. After I had heard and even glimpsed at his good side I couldn’t help but find myself a bit attracted to him. He seemed like a challenge to me. I wanted to make him see that I wasn’t what he thought I am. I wanted to be friends with him. I wanted to bring back the good side in him.

When he was getting out of the kitchen I got up from my chair and ran up to him. “Liam…” I called him in a low voice a bit surprised at my sudden courage.

He turned back with an annoyed expression. “What?” He snapped.

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday.” I mumbled playing with the hem of my shirt.

I waited a little bit but all I got was a little nod on his side.

“I know it was hard for you, going through Danielle’s stuff…”

But I never got to finish off my sentence. I didn’t even know what exactly happened but I found my back pressed painfully against the counter preventing me from falling down and felt a stinging pain and a searing heat on my left cheek. It took me a few seconds to realize that Liam had slapped me. I had always thought if something like that happened to me I would slap the person back in the face and teach them a good lesson. But I was so shocked that I didn’t move an inch. Why was I so stupid to mention Danielle again? And how dare he slap me? I looked in his eyes for remorse but I didn’t find any trace of it.

Liam stepped closer to me till he was towering over me.

“I warned you not to mention her again” He said through his clenched teeth as if he wanted to justify his action.

I was too shocked, too hurt to answer or even acknowledge him which seemed to make him even more furious.

“Didn’t I?” He laid as put his hands on my shoulders and started shaking me violently hitting my back to the counter each time he did so.

“Didn’t I?” He repeated once more and let go of my shoulders. He raised his right hand and I flinched and waited for the impact but it never came. He got off me completely and stormed out of the kitchen. As soon as he left my legs gave in and I fell on the floor. I didn’t care about the pain I felt on my cheek or my back. I could take worse, but my pride was hurt so badly I wasn’t sure if it would ever heal. I fought the tears that were threatening to spill and hugged my knees. He was right about one thing. He had warned me and I completely forgot about that. It was insensitive of me to talk of Danielle to Liam. I tried to fight the part of me which always found me guilty. He did not have the right to lay his hands on me but something about what he did challenged me. At that moment I made a pact with myself. I was going to change Liam James Payne and bring his old self back even if it was going to cost me a lot of slaps and punches from him and I was not going to let him break me in the process.

I got up, getting help from the counter and made my way to my room. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked even worse than I did in the morning. A large red hand print was visible on my left cheek and was I could tell it was starting to form a bruise. I wasn’t exactly one to put a lot of make up on face. In fact I didn’t even own a foundation. What the fuck was I going to do with the red mark on my face then? I had to buy one as soon as I could but not today. I couldn’t go out like this. The paparazzi would figure something is wrong and the might blow our cover. But I sure as hell couldn’t see the guys like this. I didn’t any of them to find out.

So I decided to go with a side fringe and put as much as my hair as I could in my left side which made me quite uncomfortable because I was used to it being on my right side of the face. I changed into some decent clothes, well as decent as I could afford. I wasn’t exactly into girly stuff and I preferred a sporty look much better. I put on a lipstick just to hide my paleness and I was ready.

I got out of my room and was making my way to the goddamn kitchen to make some snack for when the guys were going to arrive when Liam appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my wrist roughly and turned me around so that I was facing him. I didn’t know what to expect from him and my heart was beating so fast and loudly I barely expected to hear anything that he was going to say. But that wasn’t a problem since he didn’t say a word.

 He raised his free hand and grazed his thumb across his hand print on my face just behind my hair. I congratulated myself for not flinching this time but was angry at the same time for feeling so scared and anxious. What the fuck was he doing? I was sure he wasn’t going to apologize. I guessed he just wanted to see the extent of the damage he had done. I was uncomfortable and scared but I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed with fear with something else. Some feeling I couldn’t recognize. I looked him in the eye and tried to analyze his emotions but I was confused and couldn’t make out anything out of it. Did he feel remorse for hitting me? Was he afraid that I might tell his friends about what he did? Was he still angry at me and was planning to hurt me? Did he think he had the right to do anything he wanted to me and make me do whatever he wanted to? The door bell rang and pulled me out of my paralyzed state. I yanked my wrist out of his grasp with more force than needed and went to open the door for our guests with a fake smile.




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