Part 11 (1/2)

”Oh,” I said, anger rising in my throat. ”So, you think that you can just come in here after me telling you to leave and start over? News flash, buddy. You can't. I don't want you in here. I want you to leave.”

Matt slammed his pot down on the stove, and leaned over closing his eyes. ”I want a lot of things that I don't get, but I don't get them. You see, if you're not with anyone and I'm not with anyone, then I don't see why we can't work it out.”

”Because I don't like you!” I screamed, my hands shaking beside me.

Matt yelled and stormed toward me, taking my shoulders in his grip. He pressed his mouth to mine. I tried to scream but he stuck his tongue in my mouth. No, no, no.

”Please,” I said, m.u.f.fled by his mouth. He pressed harder, sliding his hand up my s.h.i.+rt, and pulling down my bra. Biting his lip, he pushed harder. I could taste the blood in my mouth. Without warning, he slammed me to the kitchen floor. My head began to spin, there were stars, and I could feel blood coming from my head. He held me down with his body, ripped my clothes off and held my mouth.

Tears streamed down my eyes, mixing into my mouth. Matt pushed my jeans off and slid his finger between my panties and s.e.x. ”No,” I screamed out, but he pressed his hand down harder on my mouth. Oh, G.o.d. Please, no.

I screwed my eyes shut and then his weight was lifted off of me. I felt a rush of wind, and then my body being picked up. Nothing made sense, I tried to force my mouth opened to speak, but someone hushed me. I feel back into the darkness.

When I woke up everything felt wrong. There was something poking my arm and my bed felt hard as h.e.l.l. ”Ouch,” I said, prying my eyes opened. There was a blinding light. Oh, no. I'm dying.

”She's awake, doc.”

Doc? Did Jesus prefer to be called doc?

”Ah there is those pretty green eyes,” someone said. Then the light was gone. ”Was that bothering you?”

I nodded. ”Where in the h.e.l.l am I?”

”Language, Sarah Jean.”

”Mom?” I yelled, blinking back the stars. She was in my face, freckles, blonde hair and a smile. ”I'm so glad you're okay, sweetie. Thank, Jesus.”

I nodded. ”What...where is he?”

”He is in jail.” Oh, Matt. I had been talking about my hero.

”No, who saved me?”

”Oh,” Mom said, smiling. That was a he's cute smile. ”Right outside. I'll go get him. He's name is Liam, sweetie.”

Liam. My heart whelmed up with joy, and in the same instant broke. I had left him standing in the paring lot. He was willing to give us a chance. But, I knew it was for the worse. He didn't need me in his life. He needed a job to support himself. And with me, that couldn't happen.

Liam walked into the hospital room, giving the nurses and doctors a few smiles. ”Hi, Liam,” the doctor said. ”We'll be out of your way in two seconds. I know you've been waiting for this.”

Been waiting? How long had he been waiting? How long had I been out? What had happened? ”Ms. Thomas. You suffered a concussion, and some minor wounds to the head. You'll be up and going in no time. You can actually go home tomorrow.” The doctor said, his voice soft and gentle. He had a kind smile and a head full of gray hair. It was so dark, it reminded me of Liam's eyes.

I nodded. ”Okay,” the nurse said, adjusting with the IV. ”We're done for right now. Feel free to talk.”

After they left there was an unusual silence in the room. Liam's eyes never left me. He had a dark blue beanie on and he looked hot as h.e.l.l in it too. His white s.h.i.+rt fit tight to his chest, and his jeans low on his hips. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, like Matt had that night. I winced thinking about it. Why had he snapped? He had been fine before.

”He's bipolar,” Liam broke the silence. ”They diagnosed him yesterday.”

I swallowed. ”How long have I been in here?”

”Four days.”

Four days. d.a.m.n. I shook my head. ”I'm sorry. Thank you for saving me. I know we're not supposed to be around--,”

”f.u.c.k not being around each other, Sarah,” he snapped. ”f.u.c.k it. I'm not concerned about it. I'm only worried about you. I want you to be safe. I don't give a d.a.m.n about the chancellor or my job.” He knelt beside my bed. ”Just get better, okay?” I nodded. He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. A dull ache shattered in my heart. He'd risked his job and saved me.

The next day the doctor released me. Cody was waiting in the living room with a bunch of flowers, candy and ice cream. ”Yay,” he yelled, scaring my mom who frowned.

”Calm down,” she said. ”She isn't on hundred percent yet.”

Cody stuck his tongue out when she turned her head. ”Okay, Mom.”

She hated when he called her that. I smiled and rolled my eyes. ”Okay, Cody. I can't stay here and take care of her. I have to get back to work. So, I'm going to need you take care of her for me. I put some soup in the cabinets, some Sprite in the refrigerator and threw away those Mike Hard Lemonades.”

Cody narrowed his eyes. ”Those were mine.”

She shrugged. ”Ya don't need 'em, hon. Okay, baby,” she kissed my forehead, ”if ya need anything let me know. Don't hesitate to call.”

”Okay, Mom. I'll be fine.”

”Okay, I love you.”

”Love you, too.”

She grabbed her purse and walked out of the door. Cody jumped down beside me once she left. ”Whew, thought she'd never leave.”

I laughed and sat up on the couch. ”I really feel better, my mom is just overprotected. My head hurts a little bit though.”

Cody smiled. ”That's what Moms are for. So, have you talked to him?”

”Who?”

Cody snorted. ”Stop acting like you don't know.”

I twirled my finger around Zeus' hair. ”Not since yesterday. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what I'd say to him if I did see him. I can't get him fired. I won't be the reason he gets fired.”

Cody slapped his palm against his forehead. ”Sarah. I'd like you to really think about your situation right now. You have a guy that is willing to get fired and risk his life for you. Not to mention he is f.u.c.king gorgeous. You're going to regret not going over there and at least talking to him about it.”

I sighed. ”Ugh, you don't have to act like my mom.”

He gasped. ”Take that back,” he said.

”Okay, but stop acting like a normal mother please.”