Madeline's POV
College was boring today, both Victoria and Evan snitched on me, they didn't come to college.
'Sorry, hun, had a sudden shoot.' Victoria's voice echoed through my brain.
'I fell sick, Maddie.' Came Evan's excuse.
Sebastian arrived right on time.
He was a man who seemed like he would be in his mid 40's he barely spoke making the whole ride boring but he played some music which was a relief.
Soon we arrived at Liam's apartment, it still felt so unreal that I was married and was staying with him at least for a year.
I turned on the lights.
There was something to greet me, and with that I meant silence.
Liam wasn't home. Not that I expected him to be waiting for me at the door to welcome me but still back at home I always had someone.
But life had to move on, I wasn't at my place anymore but I had lots of work to do.
Minutes turned into hours as I worked on my project.
I had to submit this project next week and I had been procrastinating for a whole month, I had to get this done as soon as possible.
But then my stomach growled.
Right. Dinner.
With a sigh, I closed my laptop and stretched before moving to the kitchen.
Not going to lie the kitchen was my favourite part of this house, it was a dream come true for anyone who loved to cook.
As I served food for myself, I turned to see extra food left in the cooker, which I had unconsciously made.
For Liam.
Why did I even make him dinner? He wasn't even home.
I told myself it was because I felt bad for not sharing my pancakes this morning.
Yes, that was the reason.
I had seen the way he eyed the pancakes, I didn't want him staring at my food like that again. It was only for my peace of mind.
Right, That was the only reason.
I placed his plate next to mine on the dining table, tapping my fingers against the marble as I waited.
And waited.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours.
Still, no sign of him.
I lay my head on the table as the aroma of the rice and the egg scramble wafted into my nose.
I would wait just a little longer.
Just a little more.
Soon my eyelids grew heavier, and before I knew it, I drifted into a land of my own, my dreams.
A sharp knock on the table brought me back to my senses.
I woke up rubbing my eyes, still hazy, It took me some time to adjust to the glaring lights.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the lights I found myself staring at Liam.
"Oh, you're here," I said as I found him glaring at me.
"What are you doing?" His tone was rude, the playfulness from this morning washing away.
I yawned as I sat up straight, stretching my back "I guess I was sleeping."
My voice was laced with a hint of sassiness as I said that.
"Get up."
The tone in which he said that was a little humiliating.
His voice was cold, detached and impatient.
Still, I followed what he said, half-asleep as I casually got up from my chair.
My eyes noticed the way he was observing the extra plate of food I made, 'Was he very hungry?'
"Who is this for?" he asked, his voice filled with irritation.
'What was up with him?'
"For us," I replied trying to keep my tone as neutral as possible, as the question put me in an awkward stance.
I didn't see why it was a big deal. It was just food. I had made dinner for both of us since we lived under the same roof, plus I loved cooking.
Besides, I had already convinced myself that I had only done it because I didn't want him to eye my food again.
Liam didn't say anything.
Instead, he moved grabbing one of the plates from the table.
I stiffened as I watched him, my heart dropping.
'Was he seriously going to do that?'
He took the plate to the dustbin planning to dump it in.
Just as he was about to throw the food away, he hesitated, his jaw tightening, and he dumped the food back into the cooker and pan.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I burst out, not being able to control my emotions due to his unreasonable behaviour.
"You could have just told me you didn't want it! Was it really necessary to act that way?!"
Liam turned toward me as he came towards me in a speed I couldn't comprehend all I remem
I took a step back.
Then another.
Until my tailbone hit the edge of the dining table causing me to wince.
He was right there, in front of me, his breath fanning my forehead, his presence overpowering.
He placed both his hands on either side of me, his arms caging me in.
I froze.
Air was knocked out of my lungs.
My heart raced in my chest as I stared up at him, suddenly too aware of how much taller and stronger he was.
Liam leaned in his presence overbearing and scary.
"Don't interfere with what I do," he said, his voice raising as he continued. "What I don't do. What I want. And what I don't want!"
His words came out like a warning, strong.
"Stop playing whatever this shitty role of a wife you're trying to play!" he hissed as he got even more close to me
"You got that?"
A lump formed in my throat.
Not because of his words.
Not because of his tone.
But because of how this scenario made me feel.
This feeling of being trapped.
Of being weak.
I hated it.
I hated the way my body tensed up, the way my breathing increased, the way my pulse quickened in fear or frustration or other feelings I am not aware of.
I didn't think.
I just acted.
With a push, I shoved him away.
Liam stumbled back, caught off guard, taking almost five steps back before regaining his balance.
His jaw clenched. His eyes losing it's anger as he stared at me.
But I was too angry to care.
"You know what?" I snapped, my voice shaking slightly but not in fear.
"You are a bipolar asshole!"
I didn't stop, the intensity of the anger shook my body.
"I don't want to do anything for you or with you! Do you seriously think my world revolves around you?!"
My voice rose even further echoing through the kitchen. "Well, wake up, Mr. Fernandes, because it doesn't!"
"You can go to hell for all I care!"
Liam's expression didn't change.
He just stood there, watching me like a hawk.
And for a split second I believe I saw a shift in his gaze.
But I didn't care nor did I want to.
I turned and stormed off toward my room.
My hands trembled as I reached for the door handle.
And with a loud bang, I slammed the door shut behind me, the sound echoing through the house.
And then everything came crashing.
I slid down against the door, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the emotions I had been holding back spilled through.
I didn't cry because I was hurt.
It wasn't because of what Liam had said. or done.
It was because of how I had felt at that moment.
Trapped. Weak. Powerless.
And I hated it.
I hated how my body froze.
How my breathing changed.
How my heart raced for all the wrong reasons.
I buried my face in my knees, forcing myself to take deep, slow breaths.
I wouldn't cry over this.
I refused to cry over this.
Liam Fernandes could go to hell.
And I would make sure he knew that.