Chapter Twenty
Liam
I stormed through my house, flinging some clothes into a backpack, my passport and wallet on top of them.
“What the fuck, Liam? What happened?” Callum stood at my room door, arms folded across his chest.
The tears I promised would never flow again ran down my cheeks in a mixture of hate and frustration.
“She was pregnant. All those years ago when Oonagh left, she was pregnant. Fuck!” I punched the wall in frustration, adding sore knuckles to my list of problems.
“Where’s the baby?” Callum asked.
My body stilled. That question hadn’t reared itself in my head yet. My knees buckled and Callum steadied me.
“I can’t do this right now,” I told him, throwing my backpack over my shoulder.
“Liam, don’t walk away when you’re angry. I’m sure there’s an explanation.”
“What? She was pregnant and got rid of my baby. What more is there to say? I am such a FUCKING IDIOT!” I shouted, my fingers gripping my hair.
“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, Liam. That girl always was and still is head over heels batshitcrazy about you.” Callum grabbed my arm .
Our eyes met and I slowly shook my head. “I would have done anything for her, Cal. She was all I ever wanted. Even when she walked back into my life and I tried to resist her I couldn’t. I can’t do this anymore.”
I did what I should have done years ago. I got on my bike and left. My heart was in shreds and my life was ruined. There was nothing left for me here anymore.
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