Does the devil get scared if she dies in her dreams while the Earth burns?

She cries 'cause she's nothin' like you

I don't know why I did that. But I wanted to. How did I do that? One minute I was angry and the next I just wanted her. And for a true moment, my anger was gone and I felt this kind of love towards her.

Those 3 minutes we spent kissing made me so much happiness. She brings out the wild in me. I can't control myself.

But Liam you have to. You have to control it. She could be your downfall to everything.

Why did he do that? Why did he kiss me? I should've pushed him. But if I did, he would've surely hurt me because of his rules.

His damn rules.

It makes me wanna cry out loud but I have to obey. I'm his slut.

I wish my life could just be easier. I wish I will find someone who'll take me away from this torture and treat me like a human instead of a punching bag or a sex object.

Warm tears rolled down my cheeks.

I stood up from the bed and looked at myself. The dress off of my shoulders, exposing my bra. My lips all were swollen. My hair all tangled.

I felt like a whore. I was ashamed of myself. I felt dirty that I gave in. I went to the bathroom and turned on the warm water. I needed to be clean. I had to feel clean.

I took off my clothes and stood under the showerhead. As the warm water hit me, I feel calm but still, I wanted to cry.

I wanted to scream.

I looked down and saw all my body makeup flowing down the drain. I looked myself in the foggy mirror in front of me in the shower. Wiping it with my palm.

My body felt exposed. My body was ugly. I was marked by a beast. And I know soon I will be marked by another one.

Him.

It was no doubt that Liam had a cold heart. He wouldn't give her a proper bed to sleep. No pillow or even a duvet to cover herself up from the horrible cold.

When he stepped into the room, she was lying down on the floor in a fetal position. Her hair still wet because of her shower.

Ignoring, he lied on his bed. Right in the middle. Comfortable. His head under his soft pillow and his body covered in a warm blanket.

He looked over at her and couldn't stop thinking about their kiss.

He thought to himself:

What is she doing to me?

STOP IT, LIAM! You don't want to get attached to her. You don't want to get attached to anyone. You can only trust yourself and no one else in this world. Or else everyone will know how vulnerable you can be. How weak you can be.

Two hours passed and he couldn't sleep. He couldn't take his mind off of her. Or how she felt under his fingers. Her soft flawless skin. That's what he thought. Her perfect pink lips as he kissed her for dear life. That kiss was messing with his head.

He looked over at her and saw her shivering. C ould hear her teeth clattering.

Something clicked inside him that made him get up from his bed.

He took the quilt off of his bed and put it on her. He sat down beside her. Looking at her sleeping peacefully.

Too peaceful.

He had the urge to hold her again but he fought that too and again lied down in his bed.

Minutes passed but her shivering wouldn't stop.

He got up from his bed again because of how his heart felt uneasy.

He touched her hand. Cold as ice. He touched her feet. They were even colder. Then he touched her face. Cold. So damn cold.

He tried to shake her to wake her up. But she was not opening her eyes. He shook her more but no response.

He felt like his heart will drop down to his stomach.

He shakes her shoulder again but she wouldn't respond. He called her name"Emily!" But nothing. A tear rolled down his cheek.

Why wasn't she waking up? He picked her up in his arms bridal style.

Her hand just falls off. Hanging down. He said, "Emily, wake up." But still no response.

He ran out of the room, taking her in his arms. She was not responding. She was sweating but the sweats too were cold.

He rushed down to his car and put her inside in the passenger seat. And covered her body with a thicker blanket.

He started his car and rushed his way to the hospital. His car heater on full blast making him sweat.

He looked at her every second but no response. He tried to wake her up but she wasn't opening her eyes at all.

He stopped his car in front of the ER and got out.

He ran to her side and picked her up again and rushed her inside.

Doctors came running to him. He lied her on the stretcher.

The doctor asked, "What happened?" Liam was scared and he stammered"I-I don't know. She was shivering and I thought she was cold. I put a blanket on her but she wouldn't move. Nor open her eyes."

The doctor checked her pupils and they were not dilating. The nurse said to the doctor"It looks like a case of hypothermia."

Liam asked, "What's that?!" The doctor replied fast" It's when the body stops producing heat to keep itself warm during the cold season."

Liam didn't care about what they said. He only cared about her and asked: "Will she be okay?" The doctor replied"We can't say. We have to keep her warm first."

They rushed her stretcher into the ICU.

The nurse stopped him from going inside.

He looked as two more nurses rushed in and put her in a really heated room and covering her up with a warm blanket.

He was sacred. Terrified.

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