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I'm not completely happy with this chapter, but I need to connect events somehow :)
I would also like to kindly ask you to check out my new fanfic called Change is Inevitable. I know it starts rather slowly, but I promise it gets better!
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KELLY's POV
I groaned as I woke up. God I felt like shit. I shouldn't have drunk that much, I knew, but it enabled me to forget about how I looked and how I felt about myself for a while. I hated my father. He made me feel worthless, and made me doubt myself. My head was throbbing, as I opened my eyes.
I wasn't in my room.
I quickly scanned the area I was in and noticed that the furniture looked pretty expensive. I quickly glanced down at myself and thanked my lucky stars that I was fully dressed. I would've never forgiven myself if I had sex with someone while I was drunk.
I thought back to last night and felt like kicking myself when I realised what I did and how I ended up here. I poked Dougie Poynter in the nose. Mind you, Demi would've killed to be in my place, but still! The humility. And I told Liam about my dad. Why?
My mobile started ringing and I picked it up, supressing the urge to vomit. Demi.
"Hey sis." I answered the phone, trying not to sound too hung over.
"Where the fucking hell are you?" Demi hissed down the phone.
"If I remember correctly… I think I'm at Liam's…" I said, "But! I'm in my own room and fully clothed!" I added defensively.
"Oh thank God." I heard her sigh in relief, "When are you coming home? Mum and dad will have a fit if you're not here when they wake up."
"Uh… I don't know. If they're up before I'm there just tell them I went out early." I said, letting my head fall back down on the pillow. I was not in the mood to face my father.
"Ok… wait. You're in Dougie Poynter's house!" she suddenly gasped. Oh fuck. "Oh my fucking God! Tell me the address! Please? I can come and get you! Oh, is he and Lara cute together? Oh, I wish I was there."
"Yeah… bye, Demi." I hung up before she started to talk my ear off.
I heard a knock on the door and suddenly Liam was in the room. Of course, he turned out fine after the party! He looked just as good as ever with loose skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His hair looked a bit damp too, which meant he had just been for a shower.
"How are you?" he asked.
"I feel like shit." I confessed, sitting up.
"Yeah, that's predictable." He smirked, and chucked something at me. Pills.
"Thanks." I smiled up at him as he handed me a bottle of water. I took two of the tablets and downed some of the water, already feeling a little better.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked, sitting at the foot of my bed.
"Yes. Everything. Thanks for taking care of me, by the way. I feel seriously stupid." I blushed.
"It's ok. We all do stupid things." He smiled at me. Good God he was beautiful. I needed to stop thinking like that about my best friend…
"Yeah… but most people don't go up to their friend's father, poke him in the nose and announce that he's real." I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
"We all have our perks." He shrugged, laughing as well.
"True." I agreed.
"Well, if you feel up for it, Lara's making breakfast, and according to my dad's friends she makes 'killer hangover food'." Liam offered.
"Alright then." I smiled. I wasn't really feeling like eating, but I knew it would make me feel better.
We headed down stairs and I smelt the fry up. Yeah, I wanted food. Lara was in the kitchen cooking when we entered.
"Good morning." She greeted us, "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Ill." I confessed.
"I would think so! Let this be a lesson for you, alcohol is trouble. All is good in moderation." Lara said wisely.
"Where's dad?" Liam asked, sitting by the breakfast bar. I sat next to him, feeling awkward standing up… and a little sick.
"He and Tom have gone to brainstorm over a new book." Lara informed him, "Goodness knows where though. They said they'd be back in a few. Those men are more like five year olds than men in their thirties." Lara sighed, "I guess that's why they're so good at writing children's books."
She then served us food and exited the room.
"She'd nice." I commented.
"Yeah… and a bit loony, but she's certainly one of a kind." Liam grinned.
We started eating in silence, and then my phone rang again. Demi, again. Sighing, I answered it.
"What now, Demi?"
"Uh, yeah, mum and dad aren't best pleased that you're not here. Said they'd like a word with you. I've been sent to get you." Demi said nervously.
I rolled my eyes, "Demi, I'm not falling for that."
"No, I'm being a hundred per cent serious." Demi said in a voice that made me freeze. I was in trouble.
"Ok… I'll be there in a minute." I said quietly. Liam was looking at me, worried.
"Ok, bye." Demi hung up. I put my phone on the breakfast bar and looked at my food. I had no longer an appetite for it.
"What's going on?" Liam asked, concerned.
"I'm in trouble." I smiled at him weakly.
"Shit." He said bluntly. We were quiet for a minute before he asked something quietly, so quiet I had to strain my ears just to hear him, "Does he… hit you?"
"Only when he's really, really mad." I decided to be honest.
He suddenly stood up and turned so that his back was to me and lifted his shirt, revealing countless, pink lines going all the way down his back. Scars. My breath caught as I realised that he was whipped. He pulled his shirt back down and sat next to me again.
"My step-dad did that to me. He beat the living shit out of me for no reason. He's trying to get custody of me from my dad." Liam said, looking at the floor.
"Bloody hell." I breathed. I thought I had it bad, but I had it easy compared to that.
"You shouldn't let him control the way you think of yourself, Kell, You shouldn't let him make you believe that you're something you aren't. You're beautiful, Kelly, you shouldn't let him call you ugly." Liam said softly. Ah, shit, this boy did nothing to change the way I thought about him – making me melt like that.
"I should go, before he gets angrier. Bye Liam, thank you, again for taking care of me." I told him, standing up.
"What are friends for?" he smiled. Friends. Yeah…
"I'll see you in school on Monday." I told him and walked into my living hell. And as I walked there, I was mortified when I realised Liam had saw me with no fresh make-up on.
LIAM's POV
I felt terrible, watching Kelly leave to that monster. But what could I have done? I knew from experience that making her stay here until later would've only made things worse for her. She should contact the police… but I knew there was a slim chance he'd actually get prosecuted. I sighed and decided to Skype my friend, Ian, noticing how little we talked nowadays and feeling bad about it.
"Dude! Long-time no see!" he said as we connected.
"I know! How are things up in Essex?" I asked, not really concerned, but I felt like I should be.
"Same old, same old. Nothing really ever changes here. Your grandmother and Auntie Maggie had an argument over tulips…" Ian shrugged, making me laugh. That wasn't surprising.
"Still dating Lucy?" I asked him.
"Yeah, mate; she's my official girlfriend now!" Ian grinned, "What about you? Got a girl?"
"Nah…" my mind wondered to Kelly. I liked her… but I liked our friendship too much.
"I know that look! You like someone!" Ian smirked, and I blushed.
"Well… yeah, I do… but we're just friends." I shrugged.
"Oh, the 'friend zone', that's harsh, dude." Ian tutted.
"Shut up! It's not like I decided. We were friends, and then I started liking her. I don't want to ruin things, y'know." I said on the defensive.
"So is she fit?" Ian asked.
"Dude! You have a girlfriend. You can't go around and ask whether or not other girls are fit!" I laughed.
"Speaking of her, she's here. Gotta go, mate. I'll talk to you some other time." Ian said.
"Alright, bye."
To answer Ian's question: no, she wasn't 'fit', she was beautiful. And never had she been so beautiful than that morning when I first saw her face with next to no make-up on.