Page 70 of Spiralling Skywards
Will remained in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he stared at me.
“Stop looking at her. I know, so just stop looking at her like that!” Liam shouted.
Will turned and left.
“One minute, Sarah. Del, get the fuck down here before I come up there and kick you down these stairs,” Luke called out.
“Your brother’s not happy,” Liam stated. His eye was almost completely closed, and it hurt my heart to see his face so messed up.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Great, can’t wait for the encore. Can’t fucking wait.”
He turned his whole body to face where I was still sitting on the bed. He raised his arm and began massaging the back of his neck. I hated that his nervous ticks were so familiar to me.
“I am sorry. I’m truly sorry, and I do love you. Please put something on your feet, there’s glass and shit everywhere.”
He looked around at all my broken belongings. My lamp, photo frames, a trinket box, all smashed beyond repair.
“I’ll buy you a new lamp,” he said quietly and then he left me too.
Fuck the lamp. It was a new heart that I needed.
I didn’t want him to care about me cutting myself. I just wanted him to have not lied to me. I wanted for him not to have a wife, and I definitely didn’t want her to be pregnant.
I leant over the side of my bed and reached for one of the many pairs of flip-flops that I kept under there. I pulled on a hoodie and made my way down the stairs.
“If any of you break a single other thing here tonight, so help me, I will break your fucking kneecaps.” I heard Sasha saying to the boys as I walked into my living room.
Will was sitting forward in the armchair, staring at the floor. Luke was leaning against the windowsill, his long legs stretched out in front of him and his arms were crossed over his chest as he glared at Liam.
Liam sat on the very edge of our sofa, elbows resting on his knees as he watched me walk into the room.
His eyes moved down to my feet, and I knew he was checking that I’d put something on them. It warmed my heart as it ground the broken pieces to dust.
“How long?”
Luke didn’t give me a second to think much further.
“Since we met.”
Sasha moved from wherever she’d been standing and sat beside Liam on the sofa.
Will’s eyes darted from me to Liam and then back to me again.
“The party?” He made no attempt to hide the incredulity in his tone. “Luke introduced you at his party, right?”
I nodded my head. Without taking his eyes from me, Liam added, “I asked her to go out with me on the Saturday night, we’ve been seeing each other since. I fell in love with your sister. I’m not sorry I did, but that’s the truth of the matter”
“You’ve got a fucking wife.”
“I’m divorcing her.”
“So why did she turn up at my place tonight and tell me that you’re trying to make a go of things. That you got back together before you left Australia and were trying to work things out?”
“She’s lying.”
“Lying?” Will and Luke both questioned at the same time.
