“Your best friend. Well he was. Now I’m not sure. He played a big part in that night. He was pissed off about Hayley. They were already broken up over some other drama but finding out about the two of you hurt Liam like it hurt me. He challenged you to a race, and I was the prize. When I left the party the two of you were fighting. Next thing I know I get a call that you accepted the challenge, and I got there just in time to get in the car with you.”
“What happened after that? Were you in the accident with me?”
“No that came later. I begged you to stop but you said you had to go through with it. You were drunk and acting like a real asshole. You lost and when it came time to collect, these bitches you had also fucked around with pulled me out of the car and dragged me to Liam. I lost my top in the scuffle and Liam…he kissed me and grabbed my boob.”
“Did I try to kill him?” His arm tightens around me.
“You wanted to. He took off in his car after Hunter tackled him, and you took off after him.”
“Who’s Hunter?”
“A friend of mine. You don’t like him much, but he took up for me. He’s the one who drove me there to find you. He hurt his shoulder and has lost his swimming scholarship thanks to me.”
“Jesus.”
“He needed to go to the hospital, so Hayley offered to drive, and we got stuck in traffic behind your accident. I got out of the car and there you were in the road. I thought you were dead, and I knew that if you were, I’d soon follow behind you.”
“Liri, don’t say shit like that.”
“It’s true.” I wipe at my eyes. “I love you, Killian. Despite all the bad, all I want is to be with you.”
He kisses my hair, and I pray he comes back to me.
Chapter 8
Liri
I wake up alone, and I wonder if last night was a dream. Was Killian really here in our bed with me? Did we make love? The ache between my thighs answers my questions. I’m sore. The bruises he left on my thighs evidence it was all real. That he’s really here.
Stretching and yawning, I throw the covers back and go into the bathroom. There’s a sticky note stuck on the bathroom mirror.
All it says is:
Later.
Killian
I rip it off and throw it in the trash.
Yeah. Later.
Killian fucked me and all he left me with is the bruises on my thighs and a sinking feeling that my man is never coming back to me. I do my business and brush my teeth. Killian is out of the hospital, and I guess that means it is time I get on with living life. I need to go to campus and talk to my professors. I know I’m behind on my assignments. I couldn’t worry about school with Killian in a coma. I couldn’t think of anything but him. My appearance has suffered with everything else. I wash my face then go to the closet to get dressed. I settle on plain black leggings and a big necked grey sweatshirt that is cropped slightly in the belly.
My favorite flats are ruined and stained with Killian’s blood. I should throw them out. I pull out my plain black Chucks and slip them on. I grab my phone off the nightstand and put it down in my bag. Lastly, I rip off a sticky note and write my number on it for Killian. I’m not sure if he’ll be back or how he’ll call me or whatever, but I write it down in case. I’m sticking the note on the fridge when the door opens, and he nearly drops the tray of drinks he’s carrying along with a bag of fast food.
I take the drink carrier from him and place it on the kitchen counter.
“I got breakfast. I wasn’t sure what you like so I got a little of everything. I figured it’s the least I can do.”
“That’s really thoughtful. Thank you.”
He shrugs and directs me to the four flavors of coffee he bought along with several choices of breakfast sandwiches. My appetite hasn’t fully returned, but I take a sausage biscuit to nibble on. He’s quiet and the way he keeps glancing at me has my stomach doing flipflops.
“I’m going to go by campus to speak with my advisor. Do you want to come with me?”
“I guess so. I should probably meet with my what’d you call it?”
“Advisor.”