Chapter 16: Future Possibilities
I stared at Liam, and he had a look on his face like he just had been betrayed. Technically, he was. By the both of us.
He squeezed the liquor bottle that I saw in his hand. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was half gone, and there is no doubt in my mind that it's going to cause him to do something stupid.
I just hoped a part of him was still here, and he wouldn't do anything too bad.
"Liam," I stepped forward but as I did Chris quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
Almost like he knew Liam was going to lash out on me if I got too close to him.
I looked up at Chris and I could feel how tense he was.
He kept me against him, his eyes staying on Liam.
"You lied to me. The both of you." Liam finally spoke.
After a long moment of silence, Chris sighed. "Liam, I'm-" Liam slammed the glass bottle onto the floor making me jump.
"I told you to stay away from her. What part of that didn't you get?" His tone was sharp and ice cold.
My eyes went to the floor as I watched the liquor trial throughout the foyer floor.
"She was the only one I told you never to touch."
Chris nodded. "I know. I fucked up…again."
"Again. If it happened, I shouldn't have to hear it from Imogene. If it's true you slept with her, why couldn't you be man enough to tell me?"
Imogene. I knew she told him.
"I should have told you, but you know how you are. A guy lays one finger on her, it gets cut off. You would have overreacted over a situation you don't understand." Chris said.
"What's there not to understand? You banged my sister. I've literally threatened you over and over again about trying to get close to her. And I told you exactly what was going to happen if you did."
Chris shook his head. "You're taking it out of proportion. And you're too fucking stupid to realize that we're not just fucking. Imogene doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about, because it's more than that. It's way more than that."
"What is it?"
"I love him, Liam." I admitted.
Liam chuckled. "Love. You love him? You know how many girls tell him this and then he leaves them, heartbroken? You know what we use to do Summer? He'd be with a girl, fuck her, and then leave her. Then he'd come to me and explain everything he hated about her and we'd laugh about it."
Chris squeezed my hand. "She's different. You know she is. You know I wouldn't treat her like I treat those other girls. I don't give a fuck about any of those girls."
Liam shook his head. "I don't know that. I stopped trusting you a long time ago."
Chris narrowed his eyes a bit, staring at Liam. "You're going to stand there and tell me you didn't have a clue? Even when I asked her to Vegas with me, you didn't have the slightest idea there was something going on?"
"I had a feeling, but I didn't want to think that two of the most important people in my life would go behind my back like that."
I felt guilty that my brother was hurt because of me, but at the same time, I wish he would just understand. I unfortunately accepted that he was going to be with someone that didn't deserve him, why couldn't he do the same for me?
I was tense and cautious. Liam seemed to be calm enough right now. I don't think it'll escalate to anything physical. But Chris did. He was squeezing my hand hard and had me standing slightly behind him.
If anything was going to happen, he didn't want me to be in the way.
Chris nod his head. "Liam, looking at it from your perspective, yeah, it's completely fucked up. I hurt you not once but twice, and I know I don't deserve her. I'm sorry. But I'm not gonna fuck this shit up. I swear to god, I will not hurt Summer. Ever."
Liam shook his head. "Bullshit." He picked up a shard of glass from the floor and that is when my heart picked up. It was beating harder than I ever felt. And I could feel the tingles of apprehension going through my body. He must have been very drunk. Because there is no way Liam would do anything like this.
Chris didn't seem as afraid as I was. He looked calm but now he had me completely behind his body.
I contemplated what to do. Should I call the police? I don't know.
"Come on, Liam, put that shit down. Stop fucking being dramatic." Chris said.
Liam glared at him. "She doesn't belong to you, and she's not going with you."
"Liam, put the glass down, please." I begged.
I know he was going through it. Having his secret out, and then to find out something he was very specific that he didn't want to happen, happened. And now it's crashing down on him. Hard. Then there's the influence of the alcohol, and that's driving him even more to hurt either me, or Chris.
Liam started towards us and that's when reality really hit that he was going to do something. He is actually going to hurt Chris, or us.
The shard of glass in his hand was long, thick, and sharp, with jagged edges.
Chris didn't move. I don't think that he really expected Liam to do anything. But the moment he raised the shard of glass, I went to stop him, but it was too late.
He cut Chris in his face. It happened so quick, I didn't have time to register it.
My eyes widened when I saw a deep and bloody slash across his jaw, deep and long.
Chris didn't take the time to think about what Liam did. His anger was now raising to the surface, just like Liam's.
Chris grabbed Liam's arm and attempted to get the glass out of Liam's hand. When he grabbed a hold of the glass, he squeezed it, and it sliced through his palm. But he didn't let go of it.
But Liam being stronger, he refused to release it also, and he slammed Chris into the wall.
I started towards them but Chris shook his head. "Don't." He growled and finally was able to push Liam away from him and force him against the other wall hard, knocking the shard of glass out of his hand.
I quickly grabbed it and threw it into the other room.
Then I looked back between them.
Liam was in the military, so it was pretty unlikely that Chris would win the fight. And that scared me. Liam will seriously hurt Chris if Chris was to stop fighting.
Liam gained his strength back, glaring murderously into Chris's eyes. "I'm gonna fucking kill you." He said in a sharp tone that made chills run over my body. I felt his words.
He pushed Chris off of him, and punched him in his jaw, and made Chris stumble back to the other wall.
Liam got down, grabbed another piece of glass and charged to him again.
Before a single thought could enter my head, I attempted to grab the glass from his hand but he elbowed me in my nose and it made me fall onto the floor of the foyer.
I squeezed my nose and looked up to Liam who now had the glass raised.
Chris ducked out the way just as Liam went to swing it, and then he regained his posture quickly, and grabbed Liam by his neck, slamming him hard against the wall. "Drop it." Chris growled.
My breaths were heavy as I tried to recover from the blow to my nose.
I don't know how Chris was able to say anything. His jaw was bleeding a lot now, and the blood ran down his jaw, to his neck, down to his shirt.
He was hurt badly, but he may have been feeling too much adrenaline to feel it.
Liam released the glass onto the floor and it broke into smaller pieces.
"What the hell is going on down here?" Rene walked into the room, and then looked to Liam and Chris. "Hey, hey." He tried to break them up but Chris didn't allow him to. He kept his hand around Liam's neck, squeezing hard. "You're dead if you hurt her again. Fucking dead, you hear me?" He asked.
Liam was breathing hard, trying to pry Chris's hand off of him, yet seeming to give up the fight.
Chris finally forced his hand from Liam's neck and stepped back.
Liam slid down to the floor, helplessly and I just watched him.
I couldn't imagine being where he was. Betrayed by his sister, his best friend, his father. I couldn't imagine how depressed he may have been feeling right now.
My nose was bleeding. I could feel the blood covering over my lips.
When I heard the police siren, my eyes slowly looked to Chris.
He was staring blankly at the floor.
That, I did not see coming.
Who called the cops?
Rene went to the window and pulled the curtain back. He looked out the window and shook his head. "Fuck. Goddamnit, the cops are here. Ya'll are gonna have to fix this mess. I'm not dealing with this immature shit. I don't know what the fuck ya'll are fighting over. Whether it's a bitch, or money, fix it, now." He walked out of the foyer, through the living room and I looked to Chris as a fist banged at the door.
Chris looked to me, and my eyes were suddenly rimmed with tears. They need to take Liam away before he does something worst.
Chris turned around and went to the door. He unlocked it, and then opened it.
A tall Caucasian man with a beard was at the door with a cautious look on his face. His eyes narrowed as he studied the deep and bloody cut on Chris's face.
"We got a call from some neighbors who complained about the noise. Said they heard yelling." The man's eyes then went down to me.
I'm sure I looked just as bad as I felt.
"What happened?" He asked.
Chris opened the door more and then looked to Liam.
The man looked to Liam who had a look on his face that truly scared me.
I never seen him look like this. Ever.
"We got in a fight." Chris said.
"He cut you?" The man asked.
Chris nods his head. "Yeah, and then he elbowed his sister." Chris said, then met my eyes.
The man walked more into the house, and studied my face and then looked to Chris. "He assaulted the both of you?"
Chris nods his head.
"Okay, I want to hear the story from start to finish. Then I seriously recommend you get to a hospital."
Chris hesitated, but nodded. He seemed perfectly fine. The cut didn't seem to be hurting him…yet.
"Me and Summer came home."
The man looked to me. "You're Summer? His sister?" He asked, pointing to Liam.
I nodded my head and sniffled.
He nodded. "Okay." He looked back to Chris.
Chris sighed. "So me and his sister have been dating behind his back and he's warned me about this over and over, but I ignored it. And when he found out, he got angry, attacked me with a piece of glass. In the middle of the fight, he hit his sister, but then eventually he calmed down."
"But he did for sure cut you with glass and hit her."
Chris glanced at me and then looked back to the man. "Yes."
He nodded and then looked to Liam. "I'm going to need you to come with me."
I felt someone else's presence and I turned my head to see my mom leaning against the doorway of the foyer. She was wearing a brown nightgown, her hair tucked in a small ponytail to the back and her arms crossed as she stared at Liam.
I turned my head to look at the man. He walked to Liam and stopped in front of him. "Can you get up?"
Liam stared ahead at the floor for a good forty seconds before slowly getting up.
He let the man slide the handcuffs on him without a word.
Rene came downstairs with a pair of sneakers in his hands and handed them to Rodney.
She slipped them on and he had the car keys in his hand.
I think they were going to go follow the officer.
He took Liam out the door and mom and Rene followed.
I stood up, walked out the door after them and stood in the yard, watching as Liam was put into the backseat of the cop car.
Liam was not resistant.
The man closed the car door and Liam just stared at anything but me.
Mom and Rene pulled up right behind the cop car, and then the cop car took off with mom and Rene taking off after him.
After a long moment of watching the car lights disappear down the road, I folded my arms and stepped back into the house.
When I stepped into the foyer, Chris was studying his bloody hand.
I shut the door, and locked it.
"Are you cut?" I asked.
He nodded without looking at me.
"I'll clean up your hand and then we can drive over to the hospital." I said.
He didn't answer.
I walked pass him to get to the first floor bathroom. I walked in, and flicked the light on. First I cleaned my nose and I cleaned the blood that ran over my lips. Then, I opened the mirror which was a cabinet, and pulled out the rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and a bandage. A few moments later, Chris stepped into the bathroom.
He sat down on the lid of the toilet and watched me as I grabbed his hand, turning it palm faced up.
I wet a cotton ball with the alcohol and held his hand as I cleaned the cut. I knew it had to have burned him, but he didn't seem to care.
I couldn't look him in his eyes.
I was afraid that he'd say the words, We can't do this.
If he breaks up with me, I don't know what I'll do. But he has every right to. Look at what happened because of me.
After I cleaned the cut, I placed a bandage on it and smoothed it down over his hand.
And then slowly, I finally looked into his hazel eyes.
I looked at the slash across his jaw`, and my heart almost hurt, seeing such a deep cut on his face.
He stood up. "I need to go to the hospital alone."
I just stared at him. Why would he want to go alone?
"I thought we'd both go."
He shook his head. "No. I wanna be alone right now."
"How will you get there?"
"I'll start walking and then I'll call Harry to pick me up." He stepped around me and exited the bathroom.
"Are we done?" I asked.
He stopped and turned to face me.
"I'm so sorry, Chris. About Liam. About me,"
He walked back to me.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered again.
He stood to me, staring down into my eyes. He shook his head.
"I don't want you to leave me. Please don't leave me."
"Summer, shut up." He whispered before his hands slid to my face and his lips went to mine.
A light gasp escaped my lips as he kissed me.
I was more than sure he was over it. Over me because of what happened, but he seemed not to care.
I wanted to grab his face but I was afraid to touch his cut, so I didn't. I just grabbed his hair as my tongue slid inside of his mouth to explore and taste all of him.
He moaned under his breath and pulled me closer.
He was so warm. I couldn't let go of him. And I couldn't stand the fact that he was hurt because of me, which I'm sure I'm making it worse. I pull away from him and he lets out a deep sigh.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
Chris nods. "It's starting to."
"Will you be back?"
"Hopefully by later today."
I trace my index finger over his bottom lip.
"I'll be back. Just give me some time alone."
I nod my head. "Be careful."
He nodded and turned away, disappearing down the hall, and down the stairs.
I wanted to go after him, but like he said, he needed alone time. I couldn't really blame him. After what he went through, I understood him needing space. For him to take the slash across his jaw, and the slash across the palm of his hand, for me, I'm sure it was something unusual for him. He's so use to being a narcissist, and then he took those blows for me. A lot has to be spinning in his mind, and I'll just have to do what he says, and leave him alone.
I wasn't able to sleep at all, so I pretty much just stayed up until the sun came up. I didn't hear not a peep downstairs so I don't think Imogene was here. Nor did I care. She did tell Liam the truth but I guess it needed to come out.
When the sun was high enough, I went out to the drugstore and bought a box of plan B pills. I knew the drama of last night covered most of my thoughts today, but I didn't forget about what happened before last night's drama.
Me and Chris didn't use a condom. And I was not prepared to be a mother.
After buying the pills, and a bottle of water, I made my way back home.
When my limo pulled up to my house, I saw Tara's car out in the front.
I, like Chris, wanted to be alone, yet apart of me needed the comfort of my best friend.
I walked into my house, and as soon as I did, Tara all but jumped into my arms.
"Oh my god. I heard. Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Who told you?"
She pulled back to look at me. "Evie. Rodney called her and she's up at the station with her."
"They're still there?" I asked.
"I guess so. But I didn't really talk to her in the last hour so I don't know. Are you okay?"
"What about Chris?"
"Hospital." I answered.
She shook her head. "Heard anything?"
"No. He hasn't called me. He said he wanted to be alone."
Tara heavily sighed. "Figures. It's going to be okay, though. Just give him space."
"Yeah, I plan to."
Her eyes went to my bag. "What'd you buy?"
I reached into my bag and pulled out the plan B pills.
Her eyes widened.
Me and Tara went to the bathroom and she sat on the sink and watched me take the pill.
"How many are you supposed to take?" She asked.
I washed down the pill and then grabbed the box as I sat my water down. "Um, it says take one within 72 hours after unprotected sex and then another 12 hours later."
"Why did you have unprotected sex with him?" Tara asked.
I put the box down and gulped down some more water to get the taste of the pill out of my mouth. "We were in his limo, and I was angry, and horny, and we just did it. I wasn't thinking. But," I take a deep relieved breath. "It's fine now. I'm not pregnant."
"Well that makes one of us." Tara muttered.
My eyes bulged from shock. "Wait…what?"
She hopped off of the sink and played with her fingers nervously. Her gray eyes looking suddenly concerned. "The night he first came back, I think that was when it happened."
"You were in the strip club just last night."
She nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't drink. And Chase was wondering what the hell was wrong with me."
"You didn't tell him?" I asked folding my arms. This was hitting me like a wrecking ball.
She shook her head. "Chase is in the military, Summer. He's going to have to go back. And he may not see me as someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with. So I'm debating on whether I should tell him, or…."
She slowly nods.
"Damn, kitty. I can't tell you what would be best, only you know that, but I know you'll do what you want. Whatever is it, I'm behind it 100%"
She smiles at me. "I know. You always are."
"Does your mom and dad know?"
"Well my mom knows, and she's happy. Dad's the aggressor in the house so I didn't tell him yet but I will tonight."
"I'm wishing you all the luck in the world, kitty."
She grins. "Thanks."
I actually smile at her and rub her stomach.
She chuckled and stepped away.
"Make sure you tell Chase soon. Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, got it. You hungry?"
I nod my head, just now realizing that I don't think I ate a whole twenty four hours.
"What do you want me to make?"
"Doesn't matter. Anything." I answered.
She nods and walks out of the bathroom.
As I stand there alone, I started to think about Liam. About what happened. About what could happen. He could get into serious trouble for…what would that be considered? Attempted murder? Aggravated assault? I don't know. But I was afraid. I loved him with all my heart, but he needed to be taken away. The look in his eyes was loud and clear. Either he was going to hurt someone tonight, or he was going to hurt himself. So much had to have been weighing on him.
I think if he wouldn't have told me about what dad did, then the pain wouldn't have came crashing back down on him as hard as it did.
I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have assumed that Liam had life easier because he didn't. My father raped him and he became a broken man. But he was damn good at hiding his pain until he just snapped. I felt bad. I should have been there for him, but instead, he's in jail, and I failed him.
After I ate, me and Tara spent some time watching tv that I wasn't really watching. I just ended up falling asleep.
I didn't dream. Or if I did, it was all black.
"Summer?" I was shaken awake.
I opened my eyes, and when I did, it was the afternoon. The sun was lowering down. My eyes tore from the window, to Tara who had her phone held out.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Chris. He said you weren't picking up your phone."
Oh yeah. I broke it. I forgot about that.
I sat up in my bed and grabbed the phone from her.
She left out of my room and shut the door.
I yawned. "Hello?" I asked.
"Move in with me."
My brows furrowed. Did I hear him right?
"You heard me. I know you want to get away from this shit at your house. You're grown, and you can decide where you want to be. So can I. I want you to live with me."
"At your house?"
"No. I'll buy us a house."
What the fuck? This, I really didn't expect. Not from Chris. Not from the Christopher Clark. "Chris, what are you talking about? You went out to clear your head and now you call me saying we should live together?"
"I know what I want. I just need your answer."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious, princess. Yes or no."
"I can't believe you're doing this right now."
"Believe it. Yes…or no?"
I sat up. "Well, can the house at least be close to home?"
I don't have to see him face-to-face to be able to tell that he's smiling. "Of course. Whatever you want, it's yours."
"Even you?" I asked.
"I have to think about it and…are you sure?"
"I'm damn sure. Why not? I mean we're growing up. You love me. So move in with me."
I had those butterflies going through my stomach again. "Fuck, Chris, you brought me in a situation that I can't even…"
"Even what? Say no to?"
I nod my head. "Exactly."
"Then don't say no to me."
I needed to think about it. About us. I look at the future and I see him. But were we really ready? I guess we'll see.
"Come see me after the hospital and we'll talk about it then."
"I'll go up to check on Liam before I come there."
"I know it's…probably not a good idea but I got to."
I didn't want them to see one another. They hate each other. But a friendship for years like that, I know Chris couldn't let it go that easily, and he wanted to make sure Liam was okay.
"Tell him I love him."
"I love you, Chris."
"Love you more." He hung up before I did and I sat the phone down on my bed.
I don't know how that moment between him and Liam will go. I just hope neither hurt one another again.