Pull Yourself together
Sophie's Point of View
Liam didn't give me a chance to react. He grasped my neck, wrapping his fingers around it, blocking my airway.
His grip was so tight that my knees weakened. I tried to push him away, but he was obviously stronger than me, and with each passing second, I couldn't breathe.
I fumbled with my shaking hand on the sink counter, grabbing the flower vase. I slammed it so hard against Liam’s head that he released my neck.
I stumbled a step back, my breath bursting in and out, tears welling up in my eyes.
Liam groaned in pain, his hands clenched on his bleeding head.
Panic found its way to my chest. Once again, I had caused someone to bleed. Once again, I had almost killed a person. My behavior was getting worse day by day.
My survival instincts were higher than ever, and I was scared that I might kill someone for real this time around.
I leaned against the walls, my breath refusing to come out normally, my heart racing hard against my chest.
"I'm going to destroy you, Sophie. You'll regret the day you were born,"
Liam's stern voice sliced through the air. He got up from the ground and jumped out the window before disappearing.
Even if I wanted to catch him, I couldn't. A sharp pain cut through my neck, and I could still feel his fingers around it, sure that it was already red.
Right now, I didn't want to think about the mess I had thrown myself into. Why didn't I stay away from him? All this wouldn't have happened if I had just focused on my work. I slid down to the ground, my knees up, resting my head in between them. The sound of my sobs echoed in the silent bathroom, warm, raw tears streaming down my cheeks.
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I gulped down a full glass of whiskey, letting it burn my throat as I swallowed it. I didn't want to lose my mind in this apartment room. Silence echoed louder than any noise I had ever heard. The white walls stared at me, taunting me with the seconds that had passed.
I didn't know if he was dead or alive. After staying in a coma for a week, Lucas disappeared from the hospital along with Max and Mason. One of Lucas's men brought me into this apartment and left with the keys.
I had everything I needed, but the problem was I was alone, locked in here.
My thoughts didn't miss a moment to haunt me. The past I had hidden in the depths of my heart was resurfacing, and I was forced to confront it, something I couldn't do, and drinking was the only option I had.
I was sure it had been a month or more; I had lost track of time and couldn't bear the torture anymore. It was too suffocating for me.
Reality finally hit me like a ton of bricks; the emotion was unbearable, harder, and painful.
This was actually my life. I was all alone, I had always been alone. I would be alone for the rest of my life and die alone; only the rats would mourn for me when I was finally gone.
And the thought finally clicked in my brain. Why was I still alive? Why was I putting myself through this misery of loneliness when I could close my eyes forever?
The sound of footsteps clicking against the tiles echoed, pulling me out of the dark thoughts that almost took over my mind.
I was too drunk to even stand up or lift my head to see who it was.
At this point, I didn't care who it was. Maybe I would be happier if that person actually finished me off because I didn't have the guts to do it myself. I was a coward. I would at least give myself that title because I could keep it well.
"Sophie,"
I froze at the sound of the voice. No matter how drunk I was, I could recognize it even on my own deathbed.
Lucas.
My heart skipped a beat. The effect of alcohol seemed to have stopped working on me completely.
I lifted my head to his green piercing eyes. They bore into mine like they were staring right into my soul, sending a shiver rushing down my spine.
"Lucas,"
I slurred. My mind was refusing to believe it was him. I secretly wanted to see him; at least I would get peace of mind knowing he was alive and he didn't die because of me. My mind had tormented me far enough, and I was unable to bear it anymore.
I tried to rise to my feet, but I lost my balance and found myself back on the floor, the world around me fading into darkness. I desperately wanted to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't until I finally slipped into darkness.
I woke up to the sound of the door opening. I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before I opened them. Sitting up on the bed, my eyes fell on the figure in front of me.
He stood tall and lean, his gaze sharp on me, his expression cold and detached. The once playful expression was gone from his face.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Had he decided to kill me and finish me once and for all? My insides churned at the thought alone.
"You are going to stay in this room, and you aren't allowed to go anywhere without my permission,"
Lucas's voice sliced through the air, sharp.
I blinked at his words. He must be joking because there was no way I was going to stay locked again. I was not a prisoner, for God's sake, and he couldn't treat me like one.
"I've been locked in an apartment for months, and now you want to lock me in this room? Am I your prisoner?"
I couldn't stop myself from talking. He couldn't do as he pleased and thought he could get away with it. I was a human, for God's sake.
I had emotions too. He had been away for months, and I didn't know if he was dead or alive. I almost lost my mind because of him, and now he thought it was a good idea to lock me up again.
"You are staying here, and that's final,"
Lucas said. His voice was more of a command, and I hated his behavior right now.
He turned and began walking to the entrance. I sprang off the bed, but it was already too late, and he slammed the door right in my face.