4 Chapter Four

As I'm digging through the bag, someone shouts

"HEY!!! Get your hands out of that bag, and get them on me." Realization hit me that this guy just made a sexual innuendo to me. Now I'm generally not a violent person, but I was about to kick some fucking ass. Just as I went to say something, I heard a loud crack, and before I knew what was happening, Liam was on top of this guy with his nose bleeding. From across the field I see Austin, Kayden, and James running so fast towards us that it almost didn't seem human. Liam is still on the ground and the guy he was hitting was unconscious. I have to stop this before he kills him. I decided that the only way to make him stop is to get in his way. The guys are trying to rip Liam off the guy on the ground, but he's too strong. I start moving my body for Liam, and the boys keep yelling at me to move before I get hit, but I don't listen. 

Now my face is next to him in efforts to stop him. 

"Liam, listen to me, it's okay, you need to stop." I begged. It wasn't working. I got up and put my hands on his back. His eyes shot to me, he was inches away from punching my face, then he seen that I wasn't going to hurt him. 

"Liam stop. Please." Tears forming in my eyes. I wasn't sad, I was scared. I haven't even known this boy for a full twenty-four hours and I was petrified, not of him killing the guy, but of him getting hurt, what the hell has my world turned into in the last 12 hours? Why am I so scared of what is going to happen to him? There was something from the moment I saw him, but was I about to tell him that? No. Was I about to admit that to anyone? No. For all I know it could be nerves, fake feelings, or even just hormones. I shouldn't be thinking about this right now, but I couldn't help it. Before I knew what was happening, Liam shoved passed me, and started to run towards his car. Rushing after him, I picked up his stuff and ran as fast as I could. Thank god for six years of track, and soccer. I started when I was eleven, it was a coping mechanism. 

"Liam! Hold on!" I kept shouting, and eventually he stopped. I ran a little faster, to I could catch him. Once I was there, he looked like he didn't want to talk, he looked mad, but he looked more tired than anything. I pointed to the passenger seat, motioning for him to sit down, and I would drive, so he did just that, no argument. 

Pulling into the driveway, I stretched into the back to get his bag. We walked to the front door, and I rummaged around the bag, to find his key. Putting it in the lock and twisting, his door unlocked. For the first time, I took notice on how big his house actually was. It was gorgeous, this boy must be loaded. That doesn't matter though, right now what matters is that I get him cleaned up. His knuckles are bruised, and bleeding.

"Do you have a first-aid kit?" I asked looking him the eyes. They're bloodshot. 

"In the bathroom, under the sink, down the hall to the left. Let me come with you, I can clean myself up in there." We made our way down the hall to the bathroom, and I grabbed the kit.

"Sit." I spoke softly. Finally meeting my eyes, he sat on the toilet, and waited for me to clean his hands. Once they were clean I bandaged them up, and put everything away. 

"Do you want to stay for a while? We can order some food, maybe watch a few movies? It's been a long night, but I'm not ready for bed yet." His eyes looked pleading.

"Of course." Short and sweet, we walked in silence to his room. He turned on the tv, ordered some food, when it arrived we ate and watched the movie without a word. After a while I texted mom to let her know that I was going to stay. I told Liam I'd stay on the couch in his room, but he insisted that he should instead. 

With that we both went to sleep. I went to bed wondering what he was thinking, I knew that I would never be with him, I couldn't. He was damaged like me, damaged goods. Nothing good could come from us, nothing at all. I still haven't seen the "asshat" side of him that Austin was mentioning, but I just watched him beat the shit out of someone because of how they spoke to me, that's scary enough. Liam has been through a lot, a blind person could see that, but he's not like other people. He doesn't use his life story as an excuse for his actions. There's something about him that drags me in, makes me wonder, that if maybe just maybe he puts up this front to keep people out but in reality all he needs is someone who truly cares about him. But he's too scared. He's too scared to let someone care, he's too scared to care because he's afraid of getting hurt. He's afraid of someone having that kind of power over him. He doesn't like it. The thought of it just doesn't settle right with him. And I understand that completely. I'm the same way. I get how he feels. Trusting people really only ends in pain, and heartbreak. He's broken, I'm damaged. Our friendship could destroy so much. But we understand each other. We understand that we each have secrets, and we both accept it. Maybe one day, one of us might just open up. But that's a long shot.