Crazy

CRAZY - Amber was always different from the others. She would have these moments where she would disappear for a moment into her mind, when in real life she was still here, curled up in a fetal position. When Amber meets Liam she realizes, this is her first love. The first person she really wants to be with. Liam changes her life, in so many ways. They love each other and are happy being around each other. Crazy © 2013 All Rights Reserved People copying this story and not giving me credit will pay the consequences Also on Wattpad!

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5. Chapter 5

"Is everything alright?" Liam asked me.

"My mom invited Jane over." I said, keeping my eyes out the window. My voice was hushed. I felt bad for what I had done, but in a way it was the right thing to do for me. I needed to teach her what i felt.

"She's a bitch." Liam said. I looked at him, shocked.

"Wh-why would you say that?" I asked. Out of all people I wouldn't expect Liam to say something like this. He had dated her, slept with her, and he was now talking shit about her?

"She is. I realized that the day I broke up with her." He looked over at me and gave me a weak smile.

"She told everyone she broke up with you." I said.

Liam sighed. "I know. She didn't want to loose her reputation on being someone who didn't get dumped. She thinks she's so cool."

"Tell me about it." I mumbled.

It was silent for a few moments, Liam paying attention to the road while I looked out the window, my eyes wandering to whatever they found interesting. A guy, mowing his lawn in some board shorts and a tank top. A woman walking a dog that was twice the size of her.

"What happened at breakfast?" Liam asked, reminding us of what we were previously discussing.

"She was being her usual self. Then I asked her about her parents, knowing that that was so etching sensitive to her. We kept going. I kept nagging at her. Then my mom yelled at me saying I needed to stop. I told Jane she needed to feel what it was like to be me. To have something I couldn't control. I called her a selfish, heartless bitch." I laughed slightly.

Liam laughed. "Oh that's cold." He smiled over at me.

I laughed at his remark. No one has ever made me laugh that much, except Dillon.

Liam pulled into a parking garage. It was put right under a huge building.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking around at all the cars.

"My apartment." He said, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

"Aren't you young to have a place of your own?" I asked opening the door.

"Yeah, but my parents kicked me out. I wanted a place of my own anyway." He shrugged and hopped out. I followed.

I followed him to the elevator. "Why did your parents kick you out?"

He pressed the button. I could hear the sound of the elevator lowering. "They found out I smoked and did drugs. I don't anymore, like I said, only when I'm stressed. They didn't want me around my siblings because they thought I would be a bad influence on them. They said they would pay for school and everything but I would need to find my own place." He shrugged and looked down at me.

I stared back up at him. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I like living on my own anyway. I get to do things I want without getting in trouble." He smiled.

The elevator doors opened and Liam stepped inside. I hesitantly followed, elevators are where things happen.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked me, giving a concerned look.

"Yeah." I gave him a reassuring smile, hoping he would buy it. And he did.

Liam pressed the number 11. There were 20 floors.

I watched as the numbers passed by, slowly, counting up. The numbers on the screen turned into a clock.

I looked around. I was in a small, concrete room. It had no windows, doors, or vents. I felt claustrophobic.

It's just an outburst. Stay calm. It isn't real. I thought.

I kept calm, breathing in and out slowly. The clock I was looking at before was a timer. It was counting down. 45, 44, 43.

What was it counting down to? What would happen when it hit zero?

Then it hit me. A bomb. In 40 seconds I would be blown up. There was no way for me to escape and I would be killed. Where was the bomb placed? I needed to find it and deactivate it.

I started patting down the walls. If there were any secret chambers I would need to find them. I hit everywhere I could. I jumped up to the ceiling to see it here was anyway or place I could hide.

There wasn't.

By this time the clock was at 10. I stared at it. Waiting for the numbers to hit zero.

5......

4......

3......

2......

1.......

I closed my eyes. I could feel a bang, the floor vibrating. Wind hit me, blowing my hair back. I was blown and hit the wall, my head hitting first instantly knocking me out.

I screamed and sat up. Looking around I wasn't in the room anymore. I was in a bedroom, on a bed. The lights were on. I looked towards the door where Liam stood.

He stared at me, or at least I think he was. The light coming from the hallway made it so his front was dark.

He made his way towards me. I just stared at him.

"You okay?" He sat down on the bed, right next to me.

I nodded. "It was just an outburst. Nothing special." I said, keeping my head down, looking at my fingers.

He nodded. "What was it about?"

"I was in a room that I couldn't get out of. There was a bomb and it blew me out of."

"That's scary."

"Yeah." I looked at him. It was dark outside. "How long was I out?"

"The whole day."

"What?! That long?"

I was never out for that long. Usually 5 minutes max.

"What time is it?" I asked, looking around for a clock.

"4. Would you want to go out for dinner with me in a little bit?"

"As in a date?" I asked.

"Yeah, a date." He smiled at me. "Get ready. I got some clothes from you from your house. They're in the bag." He pointed to a bag by the door and got up. "You have an hour."

A date. I was going on a date.

 

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