Chapter 14:

I woke up, expecting to find Liam's warm body next to me, but instead I found an empty spot where he lay last night, cold as if he hadn't been there. Clumsily, I got out of bed, still in my boy-shorts and tank top and made my way downstairs.

My house was oddly quiet… usually the TV or radio would be on. At least my parents should have been talking.

"Liam?" No response, "Liam?" I called louder.

"Mom, where's Liam?" I practically yelled.

I searched around my entire house; the basement, my parents' room, the spare room, the attic and even the cellar, calling for Liam, but my no one was home. Where had they gone? That was when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Oh Mel, you're awake! Good! Liam just left h-"

"WHAT?" I shrieked, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S GONE? HE LEFT? MOM WHY?"

"Calm down, you're acting like a child! He didn't want to wake you this morning! His flight left half an hour ago. We told him you wouldn't mind! He really did want to say goodbye though… sweet boy Liam!"

My mom kept talking, but I was beyond listening, my body felt numb. He had just left! No goodbye, no note… nothing. He'd done exactly what I was afraid any other boy would do to me… but I had never even considered Liam. That was why I didn't fall for guys… because then they could hurt me. But I knew Liam! He would never! Would he?

"Mom?" I tried to keep my voice steady, "Did you encourage his leaving?" my voice was eerily calm.

"Well the boy was going to miss his flight!"

"I hate you." My voice was filled with malice. Never once in my life had I been so angry with her. She had let him leave, especially after yesterday! She saw how much happier I had been, and she told him he could just leave. Furious, I hung up the phone and threw it across the room.

I stormed back into my bedroom and grabbed my phone, praying Liam had at least called. I was wrong, he hadn't. I did however, have a message…

Good morning babe, I'm srry I culdn't stay longer. My flight leaves soon. I'll talk to u later. I love you.

My eyes filled with tears and my body began to shake as I slumped to the ground and hugged my legs close to me. As soon as he had come, he had left. And I didn't even have a kiss good bye to remember him by.

My sobs rang out, but at this point I couldn't care less and the tears poured out. It had been a long time since I cried like this, everything had been bottled up; I finally felt some happiness last night, after months of monotony, but I never got to fully express my feelings, at least not enough…

Why me? Why? Why couldn't he have woken me up? Why couldn't I be there with him? Why couldn't I be the girl I used to be? That girl would be sitting in her room sobbing over a boy; she'd be out partying! Why me?

A dangerous decision crept into my mind, I'm not sure how, but it did and it was probably one of the stupidest things I ever tried.

I stood up, grabbed my suitcase and grabbed as many things off the hanger as I could and threw them in my suitcase. I ran down stairs, grabbed my passport and my parents' money and shoved them into my purse. I was packed within half and hour. Quickly, I scribbled a note for my parents. I didn't care anymore; I was done. I called the airport and booked the next flight for London. I was leaving, leaving this life of nothing and never returning…