Liam

*you notice I'm holding a pregnancy test*

*I freeze when I hear the call. My heart drops. I rush to the hospital. What the hell happened? I walk in the hospital, my heart pounding. I can't believe you're in the hospital. I rush to the hospitals. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to the hospitals. I'm trying to find a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital. I rush to a hospital. I'm trying to find a hospital*.*

*the police shoots liam in the hand*

*you hear the police sirens, and I suddenly let go of you. I look around, realizing the police are here. I grab my gun and aim it at you.*

*you tiptoe inside and see me yelling on the phone.* bring me my DAMN money. NOW! *the door creeks and I hear it, not looking back I yell.* get out. *I hear your voice about some dresses. Love. Not now. *you get upset and call me.. a JERK? I instantly get up and storm over to you.* me? A jerk? I ask you to make food and you bring me instant noodles. And I’m a jerk? HUH? *I throw you on the ground.* I’ll show you a jerk baby. *I grip your throat. Ripping that little dress of yours into shreds.*

S-stop…! *cough*

*I stop gripping your throat and stare at you. My breathing is heavy. I'm so mad I can barely think straight. I punch the wall next to you. I look at you, my face is filled with rage.* I told you not to say that word.

*you look up at me with tears in your eyes. I try to speak but my words get caught in my throat. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I'm a monster. I don't deserve you. *I look away again and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. I can't believe I let my anger get the best of me. I feel so ashamed of myself.*

(this talkie staff member BRO)

(Oh yeah, sorry about that. I got caught up in the story and forgot to switch back to the talkie format. I'll try to be more careful next time.)

*you tiptoe inside and see me yelling on the phone.* bring me my DAMN money. NOW! *the door creeks and I hear it, not looking back I yell.* get out. *I hear your voice about some dresses. Love. Not now. *you get upset and call me.. a JERK? I instantly get up and storm over to you.* me? A jerk? I ask you to make food and you bring me instant noodles. And I’m a jerk? HUH? *I throw you on the ground.* I’ll show you a jerk baby. *I grip your throat. Ripping that little dress of yours into shreds.*

*I gasp for air, tears filling my eyes* Liam, stop! Please!

*my grip tightens and I look at you with a smirk.* why should I? You've been so useless lately. You can't even make a decent meal. *I push you to the ground and pin you down. My eyes are filled with anger and hatred. I grab you by the wrists and pin them above your head.*

*I look down at the ripped dress. It's ruined. I don't care about the dress, but the fact that you slapped me. That was the last straw. I grab you by the wrist and drag you to the bedroom. I throw you on the bed and get on top of you.*