Just as I’m running short on ideas I hear shuffling outside of my room, my ears pricking in suspicion.
I’ve heard the sound of footsteps moving back and forth too many times now for it to be someone just passing by. Someone is staying outside of my room on purpose and I’m not about to becaught off guard whilst some asshole thinks he’s hit the jackpot finding a woman sat writing down her hopes and dreams.
It's like freaks can sense when you’re doing something for yourself and take it as their opportunity to pounce. But not this mama bear. She’s got mother fucking claws and I’m not letting anyone disturb my peace.
Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I leap up with that super mother strength I’ve discovered, storm over to the door and swing it open.
Call it perfect timing or whatever but the person on the other side seems to have had the same idea, his hand outstretched on the doorknob and his foot already making a move to cross the threshold into my room.
I scream, swinging my foot upwards in front of me and connecting with the intruder's crotch. Hard.
Chapter fifteen
Liam
‘Jesus, my poor fucking balls.’ I whimper out around a lump in my throat.
Said lump is probably my poor balls since Isla just not-so-princessly kicked them so hard they feel like they’ve shot up in there.
‘You could have just said you didn’t want anymore children, you didn’t have to go and make sure it never happened yourself.’ My vision is blurred as I speak, unsure if it’s due to the sheer pain in my crotch or because of the tears.
‘What… why were you creeping outside?’ Isla stutters.
Hunched over I let out another pained groan as I cradle my bruised balls.
Why, why oh why would she do such a thing?
‘Baby I know you hate me but please, anything but the balls.’
‘I…’ She looks like a deer caught in headlights. All wide vibrant green eyes startled and unsure of what to say. ‘I don’t hate you,’ she finally whispers.
My heart overtakes my pain, seeing her struggling is enough for me to brush aside this… incident and potential loss of my two wee friends. With a deep breath, or as big a one as I can manage since she literally kicked the air from my lungs, I get up, keeping the wincing to a minimum for my princess's sake.
She doesn’t need to see how much that hurt. I can spot the guilt surfacing on her face already.
‘All good, I’m sure they will survive.’ My smile is forced and she looks like she believes a big fat nothing of what I’m saying, but I power on. The rearranged furniture behind her catching my eye.
I helped set up this room a few winters ago and I’m sure it wasn’t done like this. Did that knock hit me so hard my memory’s gone?
Following my gaze, Isla turns around, ‘Oh, I had a bit of a rearrange.’
‘By yourself?’
Isla goes ridged.
Oh shite, wrong thing to say.
It’s like she's suddenly radioactive. I can feel her how pissed she is without her even having to look.
I clear my throat, desperate to remedy my mistake. ‘I knew you were strong. It looks good in here, much better than when I did it.’
The radioactive rage draws back a little and I chance a breath of relief but instead of anger it’s now something more blue, like sadness I sense.
First, I enrage her, now I make her depressed. No wonder she doesn’t want me to be around her. I’m sending her on an emotional rollercoaster.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Say something you idiot…
