I Am Not Her (BWWM) EDITED.

Chapter 7: Unreal/Chapter 8:Kiss

EDITED.

(This is gonna be a little bit of a filler, so you can get to know Liam)

Liam's POV

Running down the now crimson-red-stained stairs, I grabbed my mother's almost lifeless body, hoping that the doctor had returned.

"LIAM," my father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I ran faster down the stairs and almost slipped on the last bloody stair. The doctor ran to me and looked at my mother, horrified. "What has happened to her," he asked in a shaky voice. "DOES IT FUCKING MATTER?! FIX HER," I yelled.

He quickly grabbed her and headed to the van. I grabbed my gun and ran back up the stairs. My father grabbed my shoulder. "No, son. I will get them, go and look after your mother," he said in a low tone. "Those sons of bitches will pay," I gritted. He tightens the grip on my shoulder. I sighed and gave him the gun, "Try not to kill them, I want them to pay," I gritted, again. He nodded his head; I nodded back and ran to the back of the van, jumping in before closing to doors behind me.

My mother was still breathing and I felt her move. "Mom?," I yelled, gently shaking her. She grabbed my hand and leaned to my ear. I lowered my ear to allow her to speak. "I don't have much time left, son. I'm going to have to leave you and your father. But I want you to understand that I love you both so much. I will never forget y'all and having y'all in my life was the best thing I could've done. You made me proud to call you my son and your piece of shit father made me proud to say I marry that bitch," my tears began to drop on her face. I used my thumb to wipe them from her face.

"I love you, Liam," she whispered in a low tone. I dropped my head between her neck. "I love you too, Mom," I said back. Just as the last word came from my mouth, her hand dropped from mine, hitting the floor. I jolted my head up and glanced at her face. The tears I was trying so hard to hold back, came flushing out like a waterfall. The screams I tried too hard to hold came rushing out. It was as if I couldn't breathe. All I could do was scream.

I jolted from the bed in a cold sweat. My breathing began to increase and the air in my lungs was escaping my grasp. Someone beside me jolted up and put their hand on my chest. I snapped my head over to see Alexis's worried face. My breathing began to calm and her hand rubbed slow circles on my chest. "It's fine Liam," she said in a very soft tone. She pulled me into her chest and I couldn't help but cry. I snaked my arms around her waist and pushed my head into her chest. She put her hands in my hair and played with it. All my tears ran from my eyes. The whole time she just laid there, playing with my hair.

I was pretty sure that I had tears and snot on her shirt and I know that this wasn't a pretty scene, but she didn't care. She pulled me closer and hugged me. We stayed like that for what seemed a while, then something clicked.

"Why are you in my room?" I asked. (My head was still snuggled into her chest)

"You came in mine, Big Boy," she whispered. I looked up and around the room. She was right, this is a guest room. I couldn't help but notice that stupid smirk on her face. "What's so funny?" I asked. The smirk somehow widened.
"Nothing, just thinking," she replied. I was still in her embrace and I knew I was; the problem was the fact that I knew I was and I didn't move.

This is a comfort that I didn't get to feel often. I guess when my mother died, I tried to find comfort in other women. That didn't go as planned. I'm a very powerful man with very powerful money, and when you have that, people tend to want to take it. After that, I just found comfort in sex and I'd be lying if I said that didn't help. But, this feels too unreal.