“I just don’t know how to get her to stand up for herself Mel, she scares me.” Liam fretted to me as we stood waiting for her to leave the library.

I nodded “I know.” I soothed squeezing his shoulder. “But she’s got both of us, we’ll protect her.” I soothed softly to him. I had always found his protectiveness over his little sister (only by a few minutes) endearing and attractive.

He sighed sadly “I don’t just worry about her though. What’s been happening going on with you Mel, I worry about you being alone all the time at that house. Erin and I don’t stress it enough; you should come live with us.”

I blushed smiling faintly at how sweet he was, and for me to be blushing; that indeed was rare and not like me. “I'm fine Liam, you of all people should know I can look after myself.” I said gently trying to change the all serious atmosphere with a cheeky grin.

He chuckled softly “True, but I'm worried about that punch of yours….” He trailed off teasingly.

“How so?” I demanded hands on my hips.

“Here.” He said gently.

That was the day Liam taught me to shield my heart, figuratively and literally.

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Detention.

I groaned intentionally loud as I was shot daggers by my dear old English teacher called Mr. Sheathing, I shot him a smug smirk before rolling my eyes tauntingly slow before I began to tap my pen in an annoying rhythm to even me. Again I was sent daggers not only from my English teacher but also the others sitting through this painful detention with me. I rolled my eyes again as I caught sight of Ian sending me a smirk of amusement and pride. I nodded back at him with a cheeky wink.

Ian was known as a bad boy, what with his reasonably long and shaggy black hair that was ruffled and messy. His eyes a pearly smoky grey and his features sharp and defined ruggedly. And he was sexy and charming in his cocky bad boy ways. Yet I couldn’t find myself liking him as he always suggested, he didn’t hold my heart.

That was the problem, I didn’t have much left of a heart and officially now there was no offer for any male to claim what was left of my shattered. Males had wounded me too many times in my life and here I stood now throwing in the towel and giving up completely on males. I was set to live a lonely life; I mean I wasn’t turning lesbian. I only love one female and that was Erin, my best friend, but I hadn’t jumped the fence nor was I going to steal Eli’s woman, he’d murder me.

It was in fact my loathing towards the male gender and my shattered heart that was the reason I was sitting right now in a stiff awkward plastic seat, slumped low in my chair and bored out of my mind. Why? Because my dick of an ex-boyfriend thought it’d be great to share secrets in English with the possibility of the whole entire class hearing of such secrets. So my response was simple; I pushed him over so he toppled over backwards over his chair. He was lucky I hadn’t used my fist on him. The stupid lying, conniving, sick bastard. I loathed every inch of what made up my ex-boyfriend, his name? Falan Anderson.

The clearing of a throat made my head snap up in glee a smile of excitement on my face before I tore out of my seat and raced out of the ream and out into the sunlight, I was craving some sunlight and happiness instead of the dreary stiff room. Streaming down the front schools steps I rushed to our tree to see Erin.

I stopped as I watch her sit in the grass under our tree, her strawberry blonde hair wrapped down and curled to her waist in beautiful locks. Her long dark, thick lashes brushed along her fair light creamy skin hiding her greenie blue eyes like her father’s, eyes I knew that made Eli into a complete and utter sucker. She was a small girl, fine and if anything she looked fragile. In ways she was, but I knew deep down she had strength and anger, she just hadn’t yet learnt to unleash it.

Overall, she was a breathtaking girl that held her own personal beauty, hers being a peaceful and nurturing person, I knew personally she was, after all she had taken me under her wing.

As I crossed over towards her, getting closer I grew still with nerves as I recalled now was the time for me to tell her what I had so anxiously stressed to need to tell her last night when I had ran into Eli at her mum’s shop. I had something…..important to tell her. Something that although I knew deep down wouldn’t hurt her so much I knew it would shatter her beliefs in love. I didn’t want her to end up like me; a cold and lifeless soul that held no beliefs. I was afraid for her; I was overly protective over the only being that has ever been there for me. So when I was that could possibly bare bad news or suspicions, nothing I had to tell her concrete, it was something I didn’t want to do. Yet as her best friend it was my responsibility, I was not going to allow anything bad happen to her like it had for me.

Yet as I walked up to her and she greeted me in chatter and happily and I finally watched as she relaxed and held no creases of agitation and such I couldn’t bring myself to do so, I knew I couldn’t. If I came to her baring bad news that may be false it would be a waste of stress and pain for her. In conclusion I realized I was to wait, to be certain or find out more. Besides, with my threats and the help of the likes of Ian, it was going to be easy.

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After school wrapped up I declined Erin’s offer in staying the night at hers as I knew the guilt would ride me hard and I needed to focus on my detective work. So I walked home to my house.

My house was a fifteen to twenty minute walk from school and if I was going to Erin’s that it was a ten to fifteen minute walk. We were close and that made things great for either one of us, quick and easy access.

Walking around to the corner to our street I sighed sadly as our house came into sight. Our house was a two storey house that was modern and of the simple colors of white, blacks, silvers and maybe if lucky some browns. Home wasn’t homey to me in the slightest, it was never lived in and it was bland. It had no character and personality to it; it was as if it was a model display of rooms in which you’d find in magazines and interior stores. Yet that’s all it is, a house and yet there was no personal touches. No magazines, fruit bowl, mail, keys or just anything it was bare of all personal touches.

With the money we had mum went out and splurged on basically anything and everything possible, to her you could never have enough let alone the best. She loved keeping up with the vogue, the musts and technology. Let’s just say it didn’t take too long before something was replaced on newly stored within the house, a lot of it going to waste. My mum just liked to make a statement with neighbors and keep up to the image of a family, friendly home. I personally believed mum did it to prove to herself she was better off compared to her past. She wanted to make herself believe she was sane.

Walking up in through the front door I walked into the cold empty house, I was used to it by now. Walking in into mum’s silver and white themed kitchen that she had remodeled six months ago I turned on the bright eye searing lights. As I tossed my bag carelessly on the kitchen counter, I tried as much as possible to make the house looked lived in and messy but it was hard to when you were only person, that spent very little time home and also someone known to be a bit of a neat freak. Erin had after all rubbed off on me.

Walking past all of stainless steel appliances I pressed the button on our home phone that beeped and flashed at me knowingly, it was an instant instinct to press it so I did. Walking over to my fridge I pulled out my juice and drank out of it, no one else was going to drink out of it. I mean I even did my own shopping now.

“Hey honey,” my mum’s voice came onto speaker. “I’m just dropping in my normal line. I'm still working on this last case, it actually means I’ve got to travel a bit more, actually I’ve got to go all the way to Adelaide. So…..well I won’t be home ‘till later than I expected. I'll call again tomorrow, love you.” With a final click she was gone.

Chucking the juice back in the fridge rather roughly if anything I shut the fridge. It was natural for this to happen, every day at exactly three thirty mum would call and leave a voicemail message. I found it humorous now how she couldn’t wait another half hour or so to call me, she couldn’t even listen to my voice. I knew deep down it was because she was avoiding the guilt and reality of the neglect she makes me endures. So I received a voicemail daily, which was for me fine now too since I wasn’t home the majority of the time and I wasn’t one that really desired or wanted a phone call. If I didn’t have a flashing light on my phone it meant she was home, if she was home it didn’t mean I’d see her but it meant she was around here somewhere.

My mum is a lawyer, at first she was a stay at home mum but once it was just the two of us left my mum decided she was going to destroy all evil and bad in the world, the person she imagined being my father. So she went to university, studied law, things got rough, as many times as she reassured me things would get better for us and the debt would leave once she graduated. Yet her “get better” didn’t involve us being closer, her studying law and becoming a lawyer pulled us further apart. I had lost my mum long before she declared justice and to rid of the evil males in the world, that plan of hers though in the end lost what we had. My mum now delves herself deeper into her cases and she travelled all about, even out of state to work and hunt. She buried herself in her work making her believe she was doing the best for me by myself getting a greater income and having anything I ever wanted apart from my mother’s love, she helped those who need closure and she also never had to face home that held the secrets of our past.

I trudged upstairs lethargically craving sleep as I plunked myself into my comfy bed and turned on the TV and decided I’d pick back up on my Supernatural marathon and drool over Jensel Ackles just a little bit longer. You see me being a bit of a bad ass and being on edge you’d think I was attracted to the bad boy. But in all honesty I loved the boy that appeared to be the bad boy but underneath it all was a protective teddy bear that was funny beyond belief. And I had the perfect example of one.

Liam Cormack.

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