20.messy

I asked Liam to kill David.He did.

I had woken up in his bed.I had his hoodie on and was covered in blankets.

Liam was downstairs,making dinner.He was wearing black sweatpants and slippers.

His pants were low enough to expose his vline.He didn't wear a shirt.His body is covered in scars and bruises.

It isn't as scary as it sounds.He wears them well.They almost seem natural.Like birth marks.

I had tried several times to kiss him.Last night but he refused.He said I wasn't in the right state of mind and that he didn't want to take advantage.

I thought he was joking.But apparently he never does.He was setting the table.I hugged him from behind.I couldn't help but trace his scars with my fingers.He stiffened.I kissed them.Each one.They were alot.

He turned and grabbed me by the neck.It only made me laugh.I could see it in his eyes.Raw passion.Desire.

He gave me the chance to leave.Walk away from him and his life.That if I stayed then I'd have to accept everything.The good and the bad.

He told me that the bad outweighed the good.That he isn't a good person nor does he want to be.

In that moment I knew he'd burn me down with him.He said he doesn't want me try and change him.I realized I didn't want to.

He said he breaks more than he builds.Then he kissed me.With longing.Hunger.Love.

I asked him to kill David.He smiled.I wasn't a violent person but I'm done being afraid.I feel like I'm walking away from more than just him.More than just my father.But also from a part of myself.The fragile parts.The broken ones.

And I'm okay with it.