Author's Note: What's up, guys? I decided to post this chapter because soon, we will reach the rising action, and shit will get real!!!! Very, very soon! Which means this story will end soon L Anyway, I was excited to post this and to tell you all that I just graduated from high school today!! Yay me!! lol. Sorry this chapter is so short, but it will explain something. So pls enjoy.
Chapter 13: Secret behind the fury
"Why the hell is he marrying her?" Chris asked me.
We were sitting in a restaurant across from one another. It was around five in the afternoon and this was our last night here in Vegas.
I shrugged my shoulders as I stabbed a piece of salmon in my salad and popped it in my mouth. "Good question. I just hung up on him. He's not seeing sense."
"I know. Fuck, I can't believe this."
"I lost all of my respect for him. I can't even call him my brother. My brother would never stoop so low. I want him to be happy, but she's going to ruin him."
"I know." He said nodding.
"What should we do?"
"Let him make his own mistakes. Just like he should let you make yours."
"I can't let him do that. He's going to get hurt."
"Liam's a grown man."
"A grown man that's acting like a goddamn love-sick teenager."
"It's just too damn ironic. It's like our situation, only in reverse. The girl is the fuck up."
"Yeah but with us, we're both learning more and more about one another. Liam doesn't know anything about her. She doesn't tell him anything and I doubt if she cares to know anything about him either. They don't love one another. It's probably just a lust thing, which also kinda seems unlikely because she's not that fucking hot in bed anyway."
"Oh I'm just loving this conversation." I said sarcastically.
After a minute, curiosity got the best of me. "Who was your best?" I asked.
He rolls his eyes. "I'm amazed at how naïve you are. Intelligent, sexy as fuck, but very fucking naïve."
"But I'm still inexperienced…somewhat."
"I don't give a fuck. I'm going to teach you. Regardless, it use to be about me finishing. Sure I make the other girl finish, but I didn't really give a fuck. With you, I want you to finish, and I don't care about me. It's all about the way you grab my hair, and grab my back. It's about the way your toes curl and the way you moan my name. It's all about the dreamy look on your face when you come for me. That's all I care about. That's the shit I think about day after day. I can never get sick of it."
I smile at him while my cheeks grew warm. "I love you."
"Well, aware, Princess, well aware."
"I don't wanna go home." Tara whined as we boarded Chris's jet.
I giggled. "It's okay, girl."
"We can visit anytime." Chris said.
Our luggage was already placed into the plane for us.
I sat down in my same seat as before and Chris sat next to me.
Tara and Chase sat in the back, and soon the doors closed, yet I fell asleep before take off.
Chris's driver pulled up in front of my house after taking Tara and Chase to her house.
I look to Chris. "Walk me to the door?"
It's was going on ten at night and I doubt if Liam was sleeping. I knew it'd be impossible to sneak Chris into my room.
We walk up a few concrete steps that led to my yard. We didn't speak until we got to the door.
I turned to face him and lean against the column next to the door. "Thank you for taking me there."
"I'd take you anywhere you wanna go. You just name it."
I nod my head and smile at him.
He dips his head to kiss me, and I shut my eyes.
This was true danger. Anyone could walk out at any moment.
It both scared me, and excited me, like having sex on an airplane.
He pulls back a little to take a breath.
"Thank you, baby." I whisper.
He nods his head.
I slide away from him to unlock the door.
I give him once last look before walking in and closing it.
It takes me a few moments before I realized that I forgot my luggage, but by the time I get to the window, I see him about to get to his limo. That's okay. I'll get it tomorrow.
"Can we talk now?" Liam asked me.
I released the curtain to turn to look at him. I had nothing to say to him. I just walked up the stairs, ignoring his footsteps coming up behind me.
I stomped down the hall, and walked into my room, but before I close the door, he trampled his way in anyway, making the door violently hit the wall behind it.
It was loud, but no one seem to come to see what was going on.
"Get. Out." My good day, my entire good week with Chris, and my good mood vanished from my thoughts as I had to face reality again. He wants to add an undeserving woman into this already fucked up family. Now my orgasmic happiness was replaced with angry fury, and sadness that my brother was being manipulated by a red headed slut that would never appreciate him. It actually made my eyes water a little. And on top of that, this red headed slut knows that me and Chris are dating.
"We need to talk about what I told you."
"No. I don't want to talk about it. You are fucking up everything! You ruin everything. You ruin everything and that's why I can never be honest with you! And then you want to marry this slut who fucked your best friend and would do it again in a millisecond if given the opportunity."
"One, she wouldn't. If that was the case, why would she try so hard to get back with me? And two, be honest with me about what?"
"Yes she will! Your stupid ass can't see it because you're too busy being whipped, to see that she doesn't love you. You have loads of money, and you're the best friend of the man she really wants. Of course she'd use you! Don't you see that?"
"Summer," He grabbed my chin but I snatched away from him.
"Don't Summer me. You just don't want to admit it. You have to see it. Any time Chris walks into the room, she stares at him."
"Name one girl that doesn't."
Well he had a good point. But he was missing mine entirely. "Fine. I'll get her to admit it on tape. Just give me a chance, and I'll-"
"Summer! Stop it! I am done talking about this shit with you. I don't give a fuck about how you feel about her anymore!"
I crossed my arms as a few rogue tears feel down my cheeks.
"And what exactly can't you be honest about?"
"Everything! Relationships. The people I talk to. You find one person that's a guy that talks to me and you are pissed off! But if it's a girl, you're all fine and dandy about it. And now I can't help but wonder, was dad right about you having feelings for me?"
Liam's eyes widened. And aside from that, he almost turned pink from anger.
I swallowed hard, regretting that coming out of my mouth.
"He said that? And even if he did, how the fuck could you even ask me that?"
I stayed quiet and looked away from him. "It was just a question."
"So what, you believe every fucking word that comes out of his mouth? Because you're daddy's little girl?"
I met his eyes again. "Get the fuck out."
"Not until it's settled. I am not sick like that man is. I would never do what he's done."
"What are you talking about?"
He shakes his head. "Me and you both know how he is. When I was little…you have to know what I'm talking about."
My eyebrows furrowed. We go from talking to Imogene, to him, now to my dad. "What are you saying?"
"I'm overprotective because I don't want any man to do to you, what dad did to me, alright?"
When he said that, it stopped me in my tracks. My anger was replaced with something else now. Remorse, and revelation. Revelation that dad touched Liam too. Or worse.
I shook my head. "What? No. No. He wouldn't do that to you."
"Why do you think I spent my entire life hating him, Summer? Why do you think I was telling you to be careful around him? I know that he is a child molester. And I hoped that the same thing didn't happen to you. But I assumed he'd do the same thing to you, what he did to me."
I wanted to tell Liam that dad has touched me. But Liam was heated enough right now.
"I spent years, trying to forget, and Imogene is the only thing that makes me forget. So why can't you let me be happy?"
I stared into his gray eyes for a long while trying to absorb the information I was just told. But the only words that could fall from my mouth were, "I'm sorry."
I take a few steps toward him, but he takes a step back. And him taking a step back is a sign that we were breaking apart. We were no longer the best friends/ sister & brother. Now that I knew the truth about what dad did, he probably viewed me as no more than a confidant.
I blinked at him.
"Did he hurt you?" Liam asked.
I shook my head. "No. He didn't hurt me." I whispered.
"Yet you know."
"I had an idea, but I never knew he did stuff to you, Liam. If I would have known, I would have killed him. Or at least die trying."
"If I find out you're lying, and he really did fuck you, I'm going to kill him."
My eyes furrowed. "Wait…he-"
Before I can finish my sentence, Liam left out of the room, leaving me there with my confused thoughts and my intense fury.
My brain just felt like it was full of sparks of revelation.
My dad wasn't good. He was never good. And I thought it was just him touching, and feeling on my thighs, and legs when I was a little girl. But he's done worst to Liam. Way worst. And I didn't know whether to go to him, and have him put in jail, or to just release all contact from him.
This explains Liam's anger over the years, but it doesn't explain why he's bowing down to a slut. Sure, she may make him forget, but she will also make him an even worst of a wreck than he already is. I can't let him marry her. I can be his coping source. The person for him to go to when he feels anger about to commence. I can help him forget and convince him to go to therapy. I can try. He may be drifting away from me now because I know his secret, but I, as his sister, will try to help him through his pain.