Chapter 61
HANNAH
One year ago…
“Are we not going to talk about this?” snipes Liam.
I roll my temples with my pointer fingers. “We already have, those are my options. Until I can get it managed, I don’t think we can completely weigh out the bad.”
Liam throws a mug in the sink, and the sound of porcelain cracking makes me jump. “Hannah, this is serious. This dictates our future.”
Our future, never just mine but ours.
I get up from my place at the table, taking my paper plate to the trash. “I’m aware of how dire the circumstances are, but I’m still young, we’re still young. I can reverse it.”
Liam leans over the sink, shoulders tense, sighing like I just told him his favorite show got canceled. “Our future is planned, and to have it taken away so easily…” he shakes his head, almost disgusted by the thought that I’ve become tainted.
Because in the end, it’s my fault. He can recover, but I won’t. I probably never will.
“You think I wanted this?” I say, anger rising to the surface.
He looks over his shoulder, eyeing me like I just insulted him. “I sure as hell didn’t.”
“So, it’s all my fault for how genetics screwed me over?”
“It’s a hell of a good excuse not to try and be healthy.”
“Are you serious?”
“You’ve been lazy, Hannah, more than usual.
Yeah, you packed on a few pounds, and I was hoping it would pass, but now this?
Don’t you care how this affects me, too?
My girlfriend threw herself away, looking less put together and seeming more comfortable with her bigger size.
Now you’re throwing this diagnosis at me, because you chose to let yourself go? ”
Liam’s words are a cold, hard slap to my face. I grab my keys off the hook by the door. “I’m going out, don’t look for me.”
“Where the fuck are you—.”
I slam the front door before he finishes his sentence, running down the steps from the third-floor apartment we share.
Skirting around the corner, I stop, clutching my chest, trying to breathe through the pain.
His words slice through my newly healed wounds, forcing them to reopen and bare all to witness the mess it makes.
Tears stream silently down my face as I try to control myself before the other tenants start to notice my panic attack.
He loves me…he cares…he’s only lashing out because he’s upset too…
But why do I feel like he’s blaming me?