Random Knigghts by Dennitra Lomax (crime books to read TXT) 📖

that I think about it, it was a slamming sound I’d heard, the front door. My mom appeared a few seconds later. I didn’t see her completely, considering the situation that was taking place.”
Liam laughed, but we both knew the situation was all but funny. His laughter ended, and the pain returned, stronger this time.
“I heard her voice though. She made a shrieking noise. It was like a mixture of shock, hurt, and anger, and it was so loud. I heard her yell ’No!’ and then I heard a sort of scrambling sound, a drawer open, a moan, then I fell to the floor. When I woke up, I was in the hospital.”
Liam rose his head, and our eyes met. Tears flowed from my eyes, and I didn’t try to stop them or hide them. I couldn’t remember when I started to weep but, I’m pretty sure it was after I realized Liam’s father was choking him to kill him, and not frighten him. Not that choking someone is the appropriate way to scare them, but what would I know about father and son relationships? I wondered what the second to last sentence of his story meant. What was the scrambling sound Liam heard? Who moaned? And what made Liam’s father loosen his grasp, that Liam would fall?
“When I woke up, my mom was by my side. She cried and blamed herself, but I assured her it wasn’t her fault that my dad was insane. I told her that once I got out of the hospital, he was going to pay for what he did. She assured me that wouldn’t be necessary, and told me why. She said she stabbed him in the back, when she saw what he was doing to me. The noises I heard, after she came in, made sense now. The scrambling, was her getting to the knife drawer. The moan from my dad when she stabbed him, and I fell because of it all.”
His mother killed his father! Good for her. I know that sounds bad, but I can’t help but feel happy for her, for seeking revenge on that guy. Especially since he nearly killed her son. Even though he was Liam’s father, and her husband.
“I was so grateful for what she did, and proud too.”
A chuckle bellowed from his chest.
“What did the police say?”
I wondered if the police would have any objection to the evidence. Even though it was obvious Liam’s father was in the wrong, and his mother did what she did to save Liam’s life.
“They said they’d do their best to catch him, and for us not to worry.”
Huh?
“Wait, what? Catch him? I thought your mom killed your dad…”
“What? No! She didn’t kill him, she just stabbed him. She said he took off, knife still in his back and everything. He didn’t even try to pull it out, or hurt her for stabbing him, he just fled. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened to my mom if he decided to turn on her. I would’ve been no help at all.”
“Liam, I’m so sorry, about everything.”
“Thanks. I’m glad I told someone, and I‘m even more glad it was you I told.”
He breathed, a sigh of relief, and I envied how content he was after revealing such a story. I could only hope to be as relieved, once I told him mine. Would he hold my hand, as I had held his? Would he feel helpless to comfort me, as I’d been?
“Thank you, for telling me your story.”
I couldn’t put into words, how grateful I truly was.
“Now you know my sob story.”
Liam, attempting to lighten the mood, smiled. I smiled back, instantly lightened. But not fully.
“Did you guys really move because your mom got tired of New York?”
Liam shook his head, side to side, with a smile still on his face. I figure he’d lied to me earlier about his mother growing tired of New York, and the fast paced lifestyle. He hadn’t yet told me his story, so his fib didn’t bother me because I knew the real reason now. They left New York, to get as far away from Liam’s dad as possible. Which is reasonable. It seemed Liam and I grew closer everyday. The more we shared the closer we got, and we would only get closer over time.
“So, what’s your favorite color?”
He was either trying really hard to lighten the mood, or he just really wanted to get to know me better. Either way, I caved.
“Black.”
“Black? Technically, black isn’t even a color. It’s not part of the primary colors, so…”
We both laughed.
“Just kidding. You can like black all you want, my dear.”
“Thank you! Well, since you have so much to say about my favorite color, what’s yours?”
“Green.”
Figures. Green, the color of his eyes. I’m sure green makes them even more piercing and gorgeous.
“So, you wear black because it’s your favorite color and not because you want to stand out?”
Liam smirked, and I knew he was being sarcastic.
“I wear black because it’s my favorite color. It wouldn’t really matter what color I wore, I’d still stand out. I could be invisible, and still stand out.”
My humor tickled Liam, he laughed until tears ran from his eyes. After he controlled himself, he spoke.
“I’m sorry for laughing, Ally. It’s just, you’re so right. It wouldn’t matter what you wore, you’d still be an outcast. I just don’t get why. Your different, so what? I like that your different. It made you stand out to me, it made me want to get to know you.”
Liam, laughing to himself, turned red.
“What?”
I wanted to know why the color change.
Liam shook his head side to side, and looked down.
“Liam, what is it?”
I figured if I kept pushing him to tell me, he would. I was right.
“When I first saw you, I couldn’t get over how much you stood out. Not only because you had on all black, but there was just something about you. The fact that you chose to wear black, instead of wearing what everyone else was. You could’ve easily tried to fit it, be something or someone you weren’t, but you didn’t. You stood alone, and I really like that about you. You didn’t know this, but I liked you before I even spoke to you.”
Liam chuckled, a sheepish laugh, and I did too. I couldn’t believe he liked me before he even spoke to me. I couldn’t believe he got all of that from just looking at me. I really couldn’t believe he got me entirely, without even speaking to me at all.
“When I did finally speak to you, and look at you, it was like icing on the cake. You were so, interesting. Not to mention, beautiful.”
Liam pressed closer to me, my breathing went rapid. He lifted his hand and brushed the hair in front of my eyes, to the side. As he had before, he trailed his fingers along the side of my cheek. Before he could get to my chin, and drop his hand, I held his hand to my cheek. I wanted this moment to last longer than it actually would. My eyes had instantly shut when he began to trail his soft fingers against my cheek. I opened them, and saw that Liam was enjoying the moment as well. With my hair to the side still, I could see him perfectly. His eyes were on mine, as mine were on his. His eyes seemed to be moving closer to mine. It was then I realized, he was leaning. He was doing THE lean! The one people do right before they kiss. I panicked. I’ve never kissed anyone, I don’t even know how. I wanted to run away. I didn’t want him to kiss me, and then realize how terrible it was to kiss me. But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to kiss him. So, I pulled it together and leaned in his direction.


Chapter Seven

Our lips met, and his lips were softer than I could’ve ever imagined them to be. They pressed against mine, so softly. I guess kissing wasn’t hard at all. I was nervous for this moment, for no reason. Our lips parted when Liam pulled back, to look at me. His eyes, filled with excitement, were frozen on mine.
“Wow,” was all he said, before his lips were back on mine.
They pressed against mine, soft still, but more urgent. It felt like he couldn’t get enough, and his eagerness excited me. The kiss before, nothing like this one. His lips opened mine, and guided them in a rhythmic motion. Warmth exuded from his parted lips, his sweet breath enticed me for more. His hands were on my cheeks, caressing them, and my hands were on his. I came in and out of the moment. One second, I was screaming with joy on the inside, and the next, I couldn’t remember my name. I felt myself aging. That either meant this kiss was extremely long, or I really was aging. I’m sure this kiss is just long but, I do feel older. A first kiss changes a girl. Liam’s lips slowed, then, our kiss was over. Our breathing was uneven and, for once, I didn’t try to even it. He hadn’t moved away from me, so I guess that was a good sign. Maybe my kissing skills weren’t as bad as I’d thought them to be. His hands rested on the sides of my face, and he hadn’t yet opened his eyes. But his hands traced my face, as though he were blind and my face were his brail. His emerald eyes opened, about as slow as the smile spread across his lips.
“I can’t believe I just did that.”
His words caught me off guard. Or did they? I knew all along there was no way he could enjoy a kiss from me, and although he’d appeared to enjoy it, his statement proved he definitely hadn’t. His smile still held, on his soft, moist lips. I was too hurt to say anything, but I could feel the pain flush to my face, and he noticed.
“What’s wrong All…”
Before he could finish, I popped to my feet in an attempt to rush home. I felt sick, like I was going to puke any second, and I held my hand over my mouth to hold it in. Liam jumped to his feet, and grasped my free hand.
“Let go!” I shouted, and he did as I’d asked.
“What did I do, Ally?”
His eyes pleaded to mine. I looked down to avoid their intensity, but I remembered I was mad, so I looked at him again.
“What did you do? Are you serious! Hmm, let me see,” sarcasm was the only way I could talk, at the moment, without bursting into tears, “all you did was marvel at the fact that you actually kissed me. Sorry if my kissing repulses you, and wasn’t up to par!”
I brushed passed him. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and I wasn’t going to be able to hold them in much longer.
“Ally!”
Liam ran over to me, and stood in front of me. I tried to go around him, but he didn’t let me by.
“Just, move.”
I hit his chest as hard as I could, but holding my tears in left me weak.
“Ally, would you just listen to me? I didn’t marvel in a bad way! All I meant was, I didn’t think I had the guts to kiss you. I was so nervous