"Liam?! Liam, please don't leave me!" I cried, shaking him.
He didn't respond, so I ran to the phone, dialling 911 as fast as I could.
"Nine one one, what's your emergency?" I heard a woman say.
"Please, my boyfriend has been hit, he's bleeding badly and he's unconscious. 269 Greenland street. PLEASE HURRY!" I screamed then hung up.
I turned around. "You son of a bitch!" I yelled at my dad. "I hate you! You could've killed him! He's the only person in my life who really cares about me!"
He turned pale, then walked out the door.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed after him.
I walked back over to Liam. "Sweetie? Please, Li, please wake up."
His eyes flickered and mine widened.
"Liam?!" I shrieked.
He opened his eyes. "Hey babe."
Relief flooded through me. "You're okay." I whispered.
"I think so." He smirked.
"My dad..." I trailed off.
"Hey, it's okay. You can stay here with me." He said.
"But all my stuff..." I looked at the ground.
"We'll get it back. Somehow." Liam reassured me.
I smiled, then heard a knock at the door. I stood up and opened it. I saw an ambulance, so I opened the door wider to let them in. They carried Liam out and I followed them, shutting the door behind me. I climbed into the ambulance with them, and sat down, holding Liam's hand.
At the hospital, I had to wait for an hour to see him. The nurse came up to me. "Miss Anderson?"
I nodded. "Is he okay?" I asked.
"He will be fine. He just needs three stitches in his forehead." She told me.
"Can I go see him?" I asked her.
She nodded. I followed her to a nearby room. She opened the door, and inside was Liam, attached to a few machines and with a giant cut on his forehead. He looked like he was in pain, but as I stepped into the room, he smiled.
I ran over to him and kissed him. "How are you feeling?" I asked after pulling away.
"Never better." He smiled and I laughed.
The same nurse walked in. "Okay, Mr Payne." She looked at him. "You'll be able to leave in two days, you just need a couple of stitches."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Next to me, Liam squeezed my hand. The nurse left and I looked at him.
"I'm so sorry." I burst into tears.
"Babe, it's not your fault." He hugged me.
"Yes it is." I sobbed. "I don't even know how he found out."
He looked at me for a second. "It's not your fault." He repeated, then leaned forward and kissed me.