Liam was your enemy, you hated him and he hated you. It was just like that. Every day you walked outside he’d call you names or throw water at you. One day you were out of snacks so you went to your local gas station. Outside your local gas station there was always a drunk man who screamed at people and chased them. As you walked past you tried to sneak past him so he didn’t notice your money in your hand, he saw you and immediately jumped at you, attacking you and stealing your money and keys. You were pretty hurt and you couldn’t get back in since he stole your keys. You had to choice but to knock Liam for help. As he knocked the door, he answered shirtless. Before he could laugh at you he noticed you crying. He pulled you in. Looking at your bruises.

“What the fuck happened?!”

you told him about the man, his face darkened as he sat you on his couch with an ice pack. He stormed out, not even with a shirt? After a while he came back with your keys and money. His fist were bleeding as he gave your stuff back

“Take your shit and go home.” he looked at you, wiping his fist