Devoted ║ Liam Dunbar

║Chapter 20║

This chapter is gonna be fluffy but sad, so I'm kinda putting a trigger warning on it just in case.
Also I searched this, and season 4 of teen wolf was set in 2012, and I know the dates in this book wont exactly match up to the exact timing of the episodes but it doesn't matter, sorry if that confuses anybody:)

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Two weeks later:

''She would have been 40, right?'' I frowned, hugging my scarf tighter around me as dad sighed out, the cold air causing his breath to fog up as it hit the crisp air. It was 7:30am on the 23rd ofNovember, and Stiles, dad and I were gathered around my moms grave to 'celebrate' her birthday. I wouldn't call it celebrating though. More like leave some flowers and a card and mourn for her.

 We do this every year, on the anniversary of her death, which isn't far away, and then on her birthday. They say the pain fades over years but I don't think that, I feel it just get's easier to handle, but coming here each year always causes me to tear up and miss her even more if it is possible. It's been eight years since we lost her at the end of this year and knowing that I haven't even seen her since I was seven breaks my heart.

''I miss her..'' I cried out a little as my dad pulled me into his chest, letting me sniffle quietly and manage to control my sobs. ''We all do.. We all do.'' He comforted.

The ride back from the cemetery to school was horrible, the atmosphere smelt of rain, it was glum and foggy, the sun hid behind the grey clouds. The school had never looked more like a prison that it did today.

''Let's go.'' Stiles glumly breathed out, his hand resting on my back as the bell rang indicating we were already late for homeroom.

School couldn't have gone any slower. It was only second period, gym and I was already wanting to curl up into a ball and die.

Moodily, I walked out of the changing room, the last person out as I felt Liam's eyes on me. I carried on my stare down at the ground, letting the coach ramble on about playing volleyball.

''Hey, you alright?'' A soft voice mumbled in my ear as I turned up to see Liam. ''I-i.. Yeah.'' I lied. How do I explain to somebody it would have been my mom's birthday if she wasn't dead. Of course I didn't want to be too depressed but it was hard when I couldn't think of anything else but her.

''No you're not.. What's up?'' He pulled me to one side, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged a little turning down as I felt a lump in my throat rise, my eyes slightly blur as he continued to watch me. ''Jenna?'' Liam quietly rubbed my shoulder with my thumb as I looked up, blinking the tears away.

''I-it's my mom's birthday and-'' I couldn't finish anymore of my sentence off. I was scared I would completely break down. ''I'm so sorry..'' He murmered, rubbing my cheek which caused my lips to pull into a frown and eyes to squeeze shut for a second.

''Stay there for a minute- alright. I'll talk coach out of us doing this..'' Before I had chance to say anything he sped off over to the teacher who didn't look happy with Liam's words. I didn't even bother listening in I just kind of stood there trying not to cry.

''Stilinski.'' Coach spoke as he pointed back to the changing room with his thumb as I nodded quickly rushing through, changing back into my normal clothes, wiping my tears away before a sudden noise startled me.
Liam stood in front of me with a sympathetic face. ''Sorry, I-i didn't mean to scare you.. Just-'' He sat down next to me. ''Came to see you.'' His knee grazed against mine as I felt my face heat up.

''I-i've never really comforted people before, so bare with me.'' He quietly murmered out as I let out a tiny chuckle at how innocent he sounded. ''You're laughing- I guess that's a good thing.'' He quickly burst out as I sniffled smiling and looking down.

''You can go back out and play, you know..'' I shrugged a little feeling like I was holding him back. ''What? No, I would much rather come and comfort my girlfriend.'' He breathed out, it hitching a little after he finished his sentence. Girlfriend?

My heart suddenly thumped harder than usual, hearing what he just said, my stomach fluttering like crazy as I smiled. ''Sorry, I-''
''No, it's alright.'' I wiped a tear from my eye, looking up to him with a tiny smile plastered on my face. ''I guess I am your girlfriend.'' I giggled softly as he let out a breathy chuckle.

He moved closer and pressed a kiss against my cheek. ''Well I'm glad that you are.'' He smiled as I leaned closer into his chest, his arm's wrapping around me, embracing me in a comforting hug. ''Me too..'' I whispered in response, listening to his soothing heart beat. Liam's hands rubbed up and down my arm as his head rested above mine, his soft breath blowing my strand hairs away.

''How old would your mom have been?'' Liam suddenly whispered quietly as I played around with the string on his hoodie. ''40.'' I simply replied as he ran patterns along the exposed flesh of my arm.

''She was quite a young mom then.'' He whispered as I nodded. ''She was too young to die.'' I whispered, chills running down my spine as I felt Liam's emotion, sadness also linger around the room. ''She acted like she hated me and Stiles at the end.'' I let a tear drip down my face. ''I-i thought she did but it was just the symptoms-'' I stopped myself realising I was babbling a little.
''It's alright.. You can talk to me about it.'' Liam sweetly sat me up so I was facing him, his hands entwining with me.

''I-i just.. She started to act so differently.'' I hiccuped. ''She forgot who I was- the stupid disease made her thought that her own children w-wanted to kill her.'' I felt his thumb slide across my cheek, drying my cheeks from the tears I had shed. The story that I was dying to talk about for the past 8 years was finally spilling out of me and I couldn't stop it.

''A-and she attacked us- I still loved her- I still do, she didn't m-mean anything. I-i know she would never hurt us but the disease.. I-it took over her. I miss her so much.'' My hands dragged through my hair in stress, tugging on the roots as I couldn't stop speaking.

''When she died I used to pray that she would come back- beg my dad to bring her back, it was impossible, but for a seven year old you think of those things.. I-it's almost been eight years but I'm still not over it, I used to hear my dad crying, Stiles would have panic attacks and then I would be having these crazy nightmares about me 'con-contracting' the d-disease, I-i just don't get why out of all the people it happened to us.'' By the end of it I was lost for breath. I don't know how I managed to keep speaking for that long, but I kind of felt better after emptying my mind.

''S-sorry..'' I wiped my eyes as Liam gripped me into his chest.
''Don't be sorry. I-i just want to be here for you. I'm glad you said all that.'' Liam's hand stroked the back of my head as I loosely tucked my hands under his back, closing my eyes due to the migrane I was getting from crying so much.

A couple minutes passed as he just comforted me, stroking my hair, twisting and messing around with it until I felt a little better. ''Plus I've been stuck with two boys all my life.'' I made a small light to the full situation as he planted a kiss on my forehead letting out a small chuckle.

''And boys really do suck sometimes..''

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I feel like this isn't as good as I planned it out to be, I'm sorry. I do have so much planned for this story though, I'm excited :)