tomorrowland

"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."

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34. a dark fourth of july

I was home. I was exhausted, jet lagged, but home. Dad already called my mom and let her know what happened. I didn't want to explain so I let others do it for me. 

The taxi pulled along my house in Long Beach. My mom was sitting outside on one of the rocking chairs. I got out of the taxi and took my luggage with me. 

I walked up the driveway and my mom got up and stood in front of me. Her arms opened. I dropped my luggage and ran into her embrace. 

"I'm so sorry," she said into my hair. 

I pulled back a little, "I want to forget about it."

She nodded, "Okay. The suns going down, fireworks should be starting soon." 

"Good," I said and then I reached down picked up my luggage and followed her inside. 

"Oh, Honey, don't get to comfortable."

"Why?" I looked towards her. She turned in the hallway and smiled. 

"We're leaving."

I exhaled, "Mom, no. I'm not going anywhere."

"You'll like it," she started. "Remember how you said all those years at veterinarian school wasn't going to pay off? Well it just did. Say hello to the new elephant doctor!" 

"Oh," my eyes widened. "So what zoo are we going too?"

"No zoo, Honey. Country. I got a job at the Elephant Sanctuary in Hartbeespoortdam."

"Where?" That place sounded hard enough to just pronounce. 

"Hartbeespoortdam. It's in South Africa."

Oh no. She seemed excited, but I was far from it. "So how long will we be there?"

"We aren't staying," she leaned against the wall. "We're moving there. A fresh start." 

"You are insane," I started. "Moving to South Africa." I begun to laugh.

"Boston, I'm not lying. The house is already sold. We leave tomorrow night."

After a while I accepted we were leaving, but this time I wanted to ask my mother something. "Mom? Before we go, I want to call Dad. I need his help." 

~~Liam's POV~~

I wanted to destroy everything. I threw, kicked, punched everything and anything I could. My furniture was upside down, lamps broken, television screen cracked and that was just the living room. I was in the kitchen now, dropping plates to the floor and watching them shatter. 

I wanted no memory of anything. Right now my flat was constantly reminding me of Louis and Boston, two things that were gone. 

After I was done with the kitchen I headed towards the bedroom. I didn't touch Louis' room but when I got in my bedroom the sheets from the mattress where thrown on the floor and the mattress flipped. 

I noticed the envelope from Heathrow that contained Boston's unused ticket the night she came back to me and I made love to her. I wanted it gone, so I tore it into pieces with my fingers and opened the balcony door and let the torn ticket drift to the ground. 

I was so frustrated, pissed, that I let my anger run out of my mouth as I screamed. Bracing my hands on the railing, I screamed out into the grey sky. I saw people look up at me, but I didn't care. 

"Er," I yelled as I came back inside and went through my beside table. I pulled out the unused condoms and threw them to the floor as I found what I wanted.

It was buried, and I did that on purpose so I wouldn't just come across it. 

I took the metal out of the little plastic bag and sat on the bottom half of the bed. I peeled my shirt off of me and placed the razor to my skin, right by my ribs. Then I started to make even lines until my body was covered in nothing but numbness. 

She was gone.

Louis was gone.

One Direction was gone. 

Everything gone.

I was gone. 

I stopped myself and dropped the bloody razor. What was I doing? 

I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number, her home number. The number the Prime Minister gave me. The number he said I will always be able to reach her by. 

I wasn't sure why I was calling her. I fucked up and she had a right not to forgive me. I just wanted to say I was sorry.

She deserves that much. 

I placed the phone to my ear and it took a long time to start to ring. Probably just because it was over seas. 

It kept ringing and ringing, until: "Hello you reached Charlie Summers and her daughter Boston Cameron, don't ask about the names. Sorry my son is currently guarding One Direction if you are trying to reach him! Please leave a name and number and we will get back to you as soon as possible." 

"Hi, Bo," I started. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I understand if you won't forgive me, but I just really wanted to tell you that I love y--." The phone beeped. The message was over. 

I dropped my phone and held my head in my hands. Then I reached for the phone and dialed again. Waiting, waiting, until:

"Hello you reached Charlie Summers and her daughter Boston Cameron--," the voice was different. It was quicker, what was going on? "We have moved and sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you."

She got the message. "She got the fucking message alright," I said allowed as I dialed her father's number. 

"Liam?" He questioned. 

"Where's Boston?"

"At home, why?"

"Their voice message says that they moved?" 

I heard him take a breath. "They did--are moving."

"Where?!" I was almost screaming.

"I can't tell you, Liam," he started. 

"What? Why?" 

Another breath, it took him longer to reply this time. "Boston has placed a restraining order on you."

I dropped the phone from my ear. I kept hearing John's voice repeating my name over and over again. 

But I didn't care. I only thought about a piece of paper that would keep me from seeing her. 

She's pissed, that's why she did it. 

She was crazy if she thought that paper could separate me from her. She was insane, and she has obviously not learned one damn thing about me. 

That I will always get what I want. 

And she's first on that list of wants. 

Here I come. 

The End.

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