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