C67 Fleeting Hope

As Liam continues to rant, I can feel my mind slipping away from the present. I imagine myself at home, alone and free from all of this.

Suddenly, Liam’s grip tightens on my shoulders, which pulls me back to reality. I look up at him. He is angry, but I don’t fear him. Why? He can easily hurt me if he wanted to.

“That’s still what you want, huh? To leave me?! To leave us?!” he growls