Chapter Eight: Knives Through The Night Air

Mila pressed the receiver button. Her hand shook with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Bringing the phone to her ear, she couldn't suppress the broad grin that lit up her face. "Liam," she said with a hint of exasperation, "I always knew you would come to your senses."

As Liam exhaled, a wave of melancholy seemed to radiate through the line, and Mila couldn't help but relish the effect she had on him. Of course, he should be sad, She thought, the poor fool just can't survive without me.

"Where are you?" she asked, her voice filled with desire, "I'll come to you right now, and we'll make love all night long."

"In front of your house," Liam replied, and he could taste a tinge of resignation in his words.

Mila sprang up from her seat, sparing a glance at her mother who was now sleeping soundly on the couch, and hurried to the front door, grateful that she had not gone to bed already. But let's face it, even if she were asleep in another galaxy, she would race to meet him, wearing nothing but her underwear.

Stepping outside into the night, Mila followed the disheveled street on her left, her excitement growing as she spotted Liam's Porsche parked in front of a abandoned house. There he stood, leaning casually against the car, his head bowed and his hands snug in his jean pockets.

Intense joy and relief engulfed Mila's heart. She increased her pace until she was running toward him.

Liam must have heard her approach, because he lifted his head, composing himself as she flung herself at him. Lost in the blissful moment, Mila buried her face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. But her embrace met a surprising resistance as Liam gently pushed her away.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked incredulously.

Mila, caught off guard by his reaction, stammered as she tried to find her words, her euphoria now giving way to confusion. She couldn't fathom why he looked so annoyed and impatient. And the emotion she couldn't quite place gnawed at her, making her feel so uneasy that it threatened to shatter her newfound joy.

Attempting to speak once more, Mila noticed that she couldn't utter a word.

"You need to let go of this obsession with me, and you need to let go of us," Liam said firmly, his disgusted expression evolving into anger as he pointed an accusing finger at her. "I came here to beg you, no, to plead with you, not to spread false rumors about me in school just because you're bitter about our breakup. If you do, Mila," he warned, his anger unabated, "I swear, I will make your life a living hell, and you'll wish you never messed with me."

Mila stood there, stunned into silence, her heart sinking as she realized the truth she had been blind to. He did not want her back. The tables had turned, and she now found herself at the mercy of a man she once thought was powerless before her charm. Shock and disbelief washed over her like icy waves as she stared at Liam. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This wasn't the Liam she knew—the Liam she thought she could manipulate and win back. The darkness of the night seemed to close in on her as she struggled to find her voice.

Liam turned away from her, making his way back to his car. Panic gripped Mila, and without thinking, she grabbed the nearest object—a heavy block from the sidewalk beside her—and threw it at Liam's passenger side door with all her might. The satisfying sound of shattering glass echoed through the silent street.

"You can't do this! You can't leave me like this!" Mila screamed, her emotions bubbling over.

Liam spun around on his seat, anger flashing in his eyes, he pointed a finger at her through his now shattered glass.

"You brought this upon yourself, Mila. You're a bad person, and bad people always suffer the consequences of their actions!"

The intensity of his words hit Mila like a punch to the gut. She had pushed him too far, and now she was facing the consequences. In a fit of rage, she continued to hurl curses at him as he aggressively drove away, leaving her standing alone in the darkness.

Feeling a mix of fury and despair, Mila dropped to her knees and wailed, her heart breaking into a million pieces. Her desperate attempts to win Liam back had backfired spectacularly, and now she was left with nothing but a decayed feeling where her heart was meant to be.

As she sobbed, a dim light flickered in the shadows, and a boy emerged from the darkness, his presence almost ethereal. His eyes held a glimmer of concern, his voice soothing and melodious.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently, extending a hand towards her.

However, lost in her own misery, Mila's vision became blurred, and she couldn't see past her own pain. She could hear the concern in his voice, yet she felt a strong bitterness, wishing they weren't from an unknown boy she cared nothing about, but from Liam, the man she actually loved. So without pausing to consider the boy's intentions or the weight of her words, she stood up on her feet, turned towards him and unleashed a torrent of insults that cut like knives through the night air. Words she wished she had said to Liam

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" she spat, her voice was filled with bitterness. "Showing up here, acting like you care, when all you ever did was play with my feelings."

Her words were barbs aimed to wound, and she took no mercy in hurling them with precision.

"You're just like all the others," she continued, her voice dripping with scorn. "A spineless coward who can't handle a strong woman like me. You probably came here to mock me, to laugh at my misery."

Each accusation was a dagger thrust into the boy's heart, but she seemed unable to stop herself. The rush of anger fueled her, blinding her to the consequences of her words. Her vulnerability had been taken advantage of once, and now she refused to show any sign of weakness.

"You're pathetic," she sneered, her eyes narrowing in a show of defiance. "Thinking you could ever understand what I've been through, what I'm feeling right now."

Mila's tone was laced with contempt, and her face contorted with the pain she was desperately trying to mask. The mysterious boy's presence had triggered a storm within her, and she was determined to make him suffer as she did.

Her insults didn't stop there, though. She found herself digging deeper, trying to strike at his very center, not caring about the impact her words might have on his own emotions.

"You're just a nobody," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "I wasted my time on you, and now I see you for what you truly are – a pitiful excuse for a human being."

The boy's face remained stoic, but the hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. Mila's relentless attack was like a relentless barrage of arrows, chipping away at his resolve, and she seemed to take pleasure in the damage she was causing.

But as the last of her insults left her lips, an unsettling silence settled between them. In that moment, Mila caught a glimpse of herself, a reflection of her pain mirrored in the boy's eyes. And for the first time, a flicker of doubt washed over her, whispering that perhaps she had gone too far.

Yet, even in the face of that doubt, she hesitated to apologize, her pride and vulnerability warring within her. It was easier to maintain her facade, to continue her assault rather than admit her own pain and remorse.

The boy took a deep breath, steadying himself against the storm of her words. He had hoped to mend what was broken, but her verbal assault had left him wounded and confused. He turned to walk away, his back straight with a quiet dignity that Mila found infuriating.

As he vanished into the night, Mila felt a hollow emptiness within her, a void where her heartache had once resided. In her quest for revenge, she had pushed away someone who might have understood her pain, who might have offered solace amidst the chaos of her emotions.

But it was too late now, and the realization of her own actions weighed heavily on her soul.

As Mila made her way into her house, the boy who had not gone completely, but had hidden behind an electric pole where Mila could not see him, couldn't take his eyes off her. Despite the long forgotten pain her raw insults had resurrected inside of him, he was captivated by her raw emotions and her fiery spirit. He had never seen anything so beautiful—someone so vulnerable yet resilient.

As she disappeared into her house, the boy couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to talk to her again, to be there for her in some way. He couldn't explain the pull he felt towards her, but he knew he had to follow it.

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