Lovin' can heal ✔️

Prologue

WARNING: THERE ARE MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND RAPE IN THIS PART, READ ON YOIR OWN RISK AND PLEASE SKIP IT IF THERE ARE ANY TRIGGERS, I KINDA HAVE TO WRITE THIS ONE TO MAKE UP THE STORY.

LOTS OF LUVVVV <3

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- 4 years ago.....

Liam's POV :)

I was in my bedroom with my best friend Rodney. We have a ton of homework to do and I was dragging it out so that he would still be here when my dad came home. My dad always leaves me alone when Rodney was here, so I was kinda taking advantage of that. Rodney doesn't know what goes on in this house and I have absolutely no intention of him ever finding out.

I was sitting on my bed and Rodney was at my desk, looking for information on my laptop for his one assignment, but when I looked up, he was staring straight at me. Now here's the thing with Rodney; he thinks he is in love with me. What he feels for me isn't real, but he refuses to see the truth. It also doesn't help that I don't feel anything for him besides brotherly love and friendship. This has made for some awkward encounters but I can't give him up. He is all I have left.

Mum died of cancer when I was six years old, so I don't remember much about her, apart from her smile and how loved she always made me feel. Dad was different back then too. He was loving and kind and my idol. Then mum died. Her illness took a toll on dad emotionally and by the time she passed, he was drinking almost every day. After her funeral things took a nightmare turn. Dad started drinking even more and would forget to feed me most days, but I kept quiet, because I knew he was battling to cope without mum. This carried on till my seventh birthday. Dad completely forgot about it and when I tried to remind him, he became enraged and punched me.

That was the first time he had ever lifted his hands to me, but it would most certainly not be the last. The beatings became more brutal over time, and I had to become a master at hiding them with make-up or long sleeves. Then I turned sixteen. That night will haunt me for the rest of my life, as it was the first time he raped me.

I mentally shy away from that memory and with a sigh, I go back to doing my homework. Just as I was about to ask Rodney if he wanted something to drink, I hear the front door open and close downstairs. My heart starts beating really fast and I almost start hyperventilating, when I remember that I have my best friend here with me. Rodney will protect me from dad if he does try something. At 6'3, Rodney is a powerhouse. Even bigger than dad, who is 6'1. I'm tiny compared to them, having inherited my mom's small stature at 5'5.

I quickly look up at my friend, only to find him staring at me once again, but this time he has a look in his eye that I can't place and that makes me feel very uncomfortable for some reason so I look back down at my work spread out on the bed.

I don't say anything, just pretend to go back to work, till I hear my dad's footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall towards my room. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he wanted. I honestly can't relax when he is around. I look towards the door as I hear it start opening and I try to plaster a fake smile on my face as greeting.

He pops his head around the door and looks over at Rodney, then at me, a smile seems to grow on his face. "Hi boys, how was school today?" He asks us, still smiling. "Great Mr Williams. We had a pop quiz in Maths, but Liam and I both passed with high marks." Rodney says, greeting my dad back and giving him a warm smile. I didn't say anything till dad arched his eyebrow at me. "It was fine, thanks for asking. Dinner is in the oven and I'm just about done with my homework. What about you Rodney, are you almost done?" I ask Rodney, to take the spotlight off me. "I'm also just about done." He says, giving me a huge smile, but it doesn't comfort me like it usually would. There is something off in that smile.