Free The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window by Kirsty Moseley

closing the door and
taking a deep breath.
    What’s wrong
with me? Why was he making me feel like this? That’s Liam for
goodness sake! He’s going to crush you and you’re going to end up
like that damn slut Jessica, begging for his attention once he’s
finished and got what he wanted.
    But he
wouldn’t do that to me. He’d spent ev ery
night with me for the last eight years. I needed him to be able to
sleep, he kept my nightmares away. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? I
trusted him to keep me safe, but could I trust him with my heart? I
knew the answer to that was no, I couldn’t, but for some reason I
wanted to.
    When I came
out of the bathroom he was gone, but this wasn’t surprising. I
walked over to my window to lock it as
usual and I saw a small white daisy on my window sill. I looked out
of the window and smiled, these flowers grew just outside my
window, he must have picked one for me when he climbed out, and
left it there knowing I would see it when I locked the window. My
heart skipped a beat and I smiled, a little confused. That was so
unlike Liam to do something like that.
    I sighed as I
tucked the little flower into my pony tail and then headed to the
kitchen, grabbing two juice boxes. I scribbled a note for Jake
telling him that I had gone dancing, and that I would help him
clear up later if he would let Kate and Sarah come over to watch a
movie tonight. I knew he would go for it, this was my usual bribe
for helping him clear up after his parties; they would come over to
ours in the evening and he would pay for pizza and a movie. All he
had to do was put up with two flirty girls hitting on him and Liam
all night, as usually he came over too, if he didn’t have a
date.
    I skipped out
of the front door into his car that was already running outside
m y house. “Hey, got you this,” I chirped,
handing him the drink.
    “ Thanks . Got you this.” He smiled,
handing me a slice of toast.
    I
laughed . “That’s a pretty good exchange,”
I said, smiling at him and eating it. “Oh, I need to go to Benny’s
and get doughnuts, if that’s alright.” I looked at him hopefully
while we were driving down the high street. He nodded and was still
beaming. “Why so happy today?” I asked, curious as to why he was
smiling so much. He couldn’t have had much sleep and I knew he was
still tired, I could tell by his eyes.
    “ I had a good
night last night that’s all. I finally scored with some really hot
chick that I’ve been after for a while.” He winked at me, his
genuine smile turning into his stupid
smirk.
    My insides
felt like someone had sho ved a chainsaw
into my stomach. He had hooked up with someone, and then came on to
me in the bed? That stupid jerk! I’d kissed him, a proper kiss too,
and he had used some girl for sex before that! Ugh, the stupid
man-whore, I knew I shouldn’t have expected any different. I
turned away so he couldn’t see how hurt I was, and glared out of my
window, refusing to cry. Crying is for the weak. I hardly ever let
anyone see me cry, but some people we already behind the defences I
had built so I couldn’t help it. He pulled up outside Benny’s and I
jumped out, wanting to be away from him. I ordered twenty assorted
doughnuts, heavy on the chocolate variety because they were my
favourites.
    When I got
back in the car , Liam smiled. “Got enough
there?” he joked, looking at the two huge boxes I had in my
arms.
    I just nodded and turned up the radio. “I like this
song,” I lied; I had no idea what it was but I just didn’t want to
talk to him.
    He shot me a
weird glance. “You hate rave music,” he said, frowning and turning
it down. Actually, he was right, I did hate that stuff, but I would
rather that than talk to him, the lying slut.
    We pulled up
outside the studio where my crew rehearsed every Saturday, we were
a street dancing crew and we were pretty good t oo. We had entered a dance battle last week against ten
other crews in the area and had come