Heart of Redemption (Hearts #2)

8. Margo

Chapter 8

Margo

I had no idea where to go. Somehow, I ended up right in front of Liam’s villa, he hadn’t been answering any of my calls. I was worried about him, scared that maybe something happened.

After everything I had told my family, I wasn’t sure if they would ever talk to me ever again, I had let them down tremendously.

I had never let down my family. And I felt fucking crazy, no guy ever makes me feel this way. The way Liam had made me feel. A way that made me want to be with him regularly, like talking to him felt like the world had stopped.

But I couldn’t help but think that his whole pursuance was a joke. That is still is a sick joke. I don’t think I could ever forgive him if it was. The trust would be broken, and I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.

I felt like a lunatic, like I shouldn’t even be thinking of all these negative things about Liam, he has been nothing but good to me for these past days.

But I still stayed thinking about Liam’s ideal love life, I don’t think I remembered one time he was at a party by himself. Without girls on either sides of him.

I shook off my hesitance to knock on the double doors. My breath shook as I coughed, there was no response.

I pushed the doors open, as they slide out in front of me, they greeted me with a cold harshness and a killer embrace.

“Liam?” I whispered.

I didn’t know why I whispered, it wasn’t like he was the one hiding our relationship, it was me, but not anymore.

I continued to walk behind, over to the open kitchen, only to be greeted by one of his maids.

“Excuse me, do you know where Liam is?” I smiled at her as she gave a sour expression as if she didn’t know what I was talking about.

Maybe she only spoke Greek, I continued to look around and found empty drawers, empty rooms and no signs of Liam ever staying at this villa.

Had he left without telling me? I stood silent, it didn’t matter whether he left or not, we were bound to go back eventually, I just hoped he would’ve told me before he bolted to Hawthorne.

Back to the college of privilege and parties. I turned a corner, only to slam into another woman, who looked shocked to see me, to be fair I committed a breaking and entering crime.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I apologized to her as she grinned back.

“It’s okay darling, are you looking for Mr. Brookshire?” She asked as my heavy breathing stilled back to a calmed exhale.

“Yes, would you happen to know where he’s gone?” I continued to look around, scanning the empty room.

“He left to go shopping, he mentioned that he would be home soon, but then asked someone to pick up all of his belongings and he hasn’t come back since.” She gave me a measly smile.

She looked at me like I was a crazy ass girlfriend, like I would hunt him down because he left without saying anything, but I wasn’t.

I wasn’t going to hunt him down, obviously, but it was inevitable that I would return home. I was not allowed to go back to my villa, I basically threw my parents under the bridge for a guy.

My only idea was to go home and hide in the guest house. I wouldn’t be welcome to my actual house, not that I would even feel comfortable being in that humongous home.

I turned around to leave Liam’s villa, that was a great way to end the summer in Greece.

LIAM

I finally arrived in New York, after a long ass flight I was ready to do my head in. I was never one to sit still for a long amount of time, I always fidgeted when my mother took me to church.

Speaking of mother, as my driver approached the front of my house another car was parked there. Only a black, Rolls-Royce Tail, which only meant that my mother was in the vicinity.

I never understand how she could just pop in anytime she wanted; her whole life was based on traveling. She was always on the move, Paris, Italy, London, and Milan. I guess I got that from her, not that I could really compare myself to anyone else, my father wasn’t present. I knew nothing about him, I often wondered if I got some of his traits.

Not that I wasn’t grateful for my mother, I love her very much and I know she had sacrificed a lot to give me this lavish life that I often take for granted.

I pull myself out of the car, leaving my driver a tip. A few of the help had rushed out the house the moment I stepped on the concrete.

I checked my phone to see if I got any text from my mother on why she possibly decided to stop by, only to get distracted that the time was 3:33 p.m.

I wondered how long it would take for Margo not to plague my brain anymore. Surely this crush wasn’t going to last right?

I shook my head before continuing to walk through the big double door entrance, to be greeted by my mother’s beautiful face.

Though I won’t judge my mother in anyway shape or form, this was casually the first time I’ve seen her in sweatpants.

Call me flabbergasted.

“Mom?” I winced while calling her.

She whipped her head back to look at me, she had dark circles under her eyes like she hadn’t slept in days, color drained from her skin like she had been hidden in a cave for months.

“William!” She shot up quickly and navigated her way over to my taunt body. She wrapped her lengthy arms around me with a hard squeeze.

She pulled away and took in the view of my very confused face, then she couldn’t help but part my hair correctly.

“You should really get a haircut; I never understood the deal with having that type of hair style just because you play hockey.” She muttered.

My mother has never been the greatest fan of me playing hockey, she didn’t like the idea of me getting injured in anyway shape or form.

“Mother, what are you doing here exactly?” I craned my head slowly as she let go of my face before answering, “Can’t I just drop in and see how my only son is doing?”

“You could…” I sheepishly muttered, “But you don’t.” I continued as she rolled her eyes.

“What are you talking about, I visit a lot of times!” She attempted to defend herself.

She failed miserably and even she knew that.

I sent over a scowl, “That didn’t answer my first question.” I began to open my luggage as she shoves me out of the way.

My mother suddenly starts to take all my clothes and fold them into nice and neat piles, “Oh you know I just think that we should spend time together, I am starting to realize that I don’t have much time in this world and how much I would love to just hold my son in my arms and cradle him.”

My eyebrows furrowed, “First and foremost, mom if you even try and pick me up to hold me, I will crush you. Second, knock off that bullshit about you having a midlife crisis, you aren’t going to die, and third, when will we have time to hang out, I have school and hockey, you have your whole fashion empire to run in about the whole world.”

“Oh Liam, lighten up. You are always so grouchy and overworked.” She groaned, “Live a little, you know when I was your age I was out clubbing and having fun with many people.” She wiggled her brow.

I couldn’t help but fold my arms in front of myself, “I was planning on partying tonight mother, get black out drunk and get high.”

She ignored my comment, “Good, maybe you’ll fail the drug test and get kicked from hockey.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at my mother’s pouting face.

“I’m just staying her a for a while, since your stepfather and I are finalizing the divorce, I didn’t want to stay with him in Philadelphia.” She finally lets me in on her game plan.

I approached my mother with open arms and embrace her softly. I was happy she got divorced to that asshole, I never liked him, especially didn’t like the way he would hit me when I was too little to fight back.

But now I’m stronger than ever, bigger than ever, I could snap him like a twig. I’m pretty sure my mother would’ve snapped him like a twig a long time ago if I told her about his abuse towards me.

I kiss the top of my mother’s head, “You can stay as long as you want, just don’t meddle in my love life or hockey.”

She pushes me away; I almost fall over.

“Shut up! You don’t mean that!” She looked mortified as I couldn’t help but smirk, “No meddling!” I repeat as she looked amused.

“By not meddling… you mean there is something to meddle with, so there’s a girl isn’t there?” She looked like she just got gifted the most expensive thing in the universe.

I hesitated to answer, I wasn’t sure if there was even an anything between me and Margo, I mean she’s engaged for heaven’s sake.

“I never said that.” I muttered before I chose to check my phone to see if Neil had texted me. He hadn’t, which forced me to actually converse with my mother.

“You never, not said that,” She gleamed, “Who is she?!” She pried a bit more as I grew agitated by her attempts.

“She’s a no one, I just had a bit of fun while I was away.” I muttered quickly while angrily pulling my closet door open.

I turned to look at my mother’s reflection on the mirror, obviously she looked devastated at my avoidance of the subject of my love life.

What she didn’t know was my feeling or urgency to tell her everything about Margo, how much I adored her and how much I wanted to introduce them to each other. But how could I do that, when there really wasn’t anything to tell.

My romance with Margo Hamilton was basically a fucking figment of my imagination.

I simply had to get over it.