6 weeks later...
My recovery time hasn't exactly been the easiest. I'm finally off the crutches and out of my brace though, so I'm walking freely. I still have to continue my therapy. I have the crew and Ian to thank for all their help. I should've been down for about 4 months, but because of the rest and the therapy, as well as all the love and support from everyone, I recovered much faster.
I got out of bed and put on shorts and a tank top to head down stairs to do my therapy as well as work on getting myself toned back up again, I can't fight anymore, but I still want to keep a toned body. I've been slacking since my injury.
I got down stairs to meet Josh smiling at me. Other than me being in bed or in my room in general, he hasn't left my side. None of them have really.
"Ready to get started?" I looked up at him and nodded my head. I followed him over to the treadmill. He put it on a low setting.
After doing a light run for about five minutes I followed Josh over to a chair. Here I do a different style of squats to build up the tendons.
Before starting I see Liam walking past me.
"Morning Liam." He looked at me, looked away then walked off. He's been acting funny since my injury. He's been really distant and won't talk to me. I don't think I've done anything, but it's starting to piss me off.
"Is everything okay between you two?" Josh must've read my mind.
"Im... not quite sure, but the way he's acting is pissing me off. I don't think I've done anything." I made eye contact with Josh and I knew he could see the hurt in my eyes. I just rolled my eyes and looked away.
"Don't worry about him right now, let's finish here. You can talk to him later, I'm sure everything's fine." Josh tried to reassure me. Maybe he's just upset that I've been spending a lot of time with Josh. Still not a good reason to ignore me, but Josh is right. I'll just talk to him later.
I finished my therapy/ training, as well as ate some lunch. I went up to my room and got showered. I put on a pair of black jean shorts and a white tank top. I left my hair down to air dry. I think it's time I go talk this out with Liam.
I walked down the hall to his room and knocked on the door.
"Come in." He spoke, his voice sounded hoarse.
I walked in, he wasn't paying attention. When I closed the door he finally looked up at me. Silence filled the room immediately. He just stared at me, I didn't see any emotion in his face.
"Oh... uh... hi Avery." He didn't even make eye contact with me when he spoke. Angry isn't even a good word to describe how I feel right now. He avoids me for 6 weeks and all he has to say to me is "hi"?
"Really, hi? Is that all you have to say to me Liam?" He just looked up at me, still with that emotionless expression. I feel the burning running through my veins more. "You've avoided me for 6 fucking weeks, and all you have to say is hi!? What the hell is wrong with you Liam? What have I done to you? I come back from the hospital and you're no where to be seen? Then when I do see you and try to talk to you, you just ignore me? I thought you were my boyfriend? I've been pushing it off for 6 weeks because maybe you've been busy, but I don't think that's the case." He just looked at me.
"Avery..." Is all he said, my anger is growing by the minute.
"Don't just 'Avery' me Liam, I want an answer to my damn question!" I demanded, I wanted answers and I was going to get them.
"Just leave it alone Avery." He got up from his bed and faced his back towards me. Does he really just expect me to drop it?
"I'm not going to just leave it Liam. Damnit just answer my fucking question! What the hell is going on!?" I was yelling, I was shaking. I'm pissed. What have I done to be treated so coldly by him. He quickly turned towards me. And started pacing at me.
"You want an answer Avery? My answer to your fucking question is, I've been cheating on you. I've been leaving the underground late at night to go meet someone. I don't love you anymore." I froze, my heart sank while it felt like someone gripped till it shattered. I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing for a moment. Before too long anger took back over and I reached up to him and smacked him hard across the face. Once I threw a quick glare at him and turned to the door and slammed it shut.
I went straight to my room and closed my door and locked it. I jumped on my bed and just cried. How could he?
It killed me. It shattered me on the inside telling her that lie. I never really cheated on her, it just kept getting harder and harder seeing her.
She would look at me and smile with that beautiful smile of hers. I was getting close to breaking, but I couldn't. I can't do it to her, she deserves better. Someone who can actually protect you and be there for her. I showed I'm not capable of that.
The only way to get rid of her was to make her hate me.
I so badly wanted to chase after her and tell her it was a lie after she slapped me and stormed out. I wasn't even mad when she slapped me, more hurt than anything. I hated seeing her broken like that because of me, but it's for the best.