The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 68 - Makeup

“What’s gotten into you?” Liam wheeled around, frustration tinging his voice.

“I went to the police station, but Lawyer Daniel bailed me out.

It wasn’t your problem!

I used a private aircraft, which belongs to me, so that’s also not your problem!”

“You’re the one who got your dad and brother killed!

And you still dare to talk back!

Can you still face yourself so happily?!

” Mrs.

Monica bit back angrily,

“Can you still fancy dating?

Are you this happy because you’ve already forgotten what you did to them?!”

Liam clenched his fists.

Mrs.

Monica got closer and closer, her gaze unyielding on the teenager before her, who remarkably resembled her late husband.

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Her voice trembled with sorrow and accusation,

“Why did you survive alone?”

“Do you feel happy, being the only one to survive?”

“Why did you run so slow on a road without any ditches or obstacles?”

“Do you know that it’s because of you that your father and brother are dead?

Your father loved you so much, but he died on your account.

Two lives for one, is it worth it?”

Liam’s temples started throbbing: “Have you taken your medicine?”

“I won’t take it!

If you send me to the hospital, you will only forget about all these things, right?

You have to remember your mistakes forever!”

Seeing his face turn ashen, she stood in his path as he tried to leave in anger, “Just can’t take a few words?

Your brother and father are dead.

Have you ever thought if they are cold in the ground?”

After a long pause, Liam swallowed his fury, didn’t utter a word, and turned to go upstairs.

Mrs.

Monica continued ranting behind him, but he chose to ignore her.

…

After messing around on the green-skin train for a night, Liam was extremely tired and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

He started to blur the lines between dream and reality.

…

He was running.

The sound of the wind whizzed past his ear, nearly cutting off half of it.

On the pitch-black night, the moon was very large and close to the ground, as if it could swallow everything.

It was very cold, his fingers were cracking, the corners of his mouth swelled, his face was full of blood, and he ran desperately forward.

The frantic sense of urgency from his dream had him soaked in perspiration all over.

Suddenly, barking noises filled the air.

The overlapping sounds weren’t from just one dog, but a pack of starving, relentless hounds that emerged out of the black night, chasing him down.

He could almost feel their foul breath near his ear.

Liam had no wish to stumble, but a vicious bite at his ankle and the ensuing intense pain quickly set in and he fell to the ground, his elbows scraped raw from the crash.

The sharp pain spread across his body in a series of twitching spasms.

His father risked his life to untie the ropes binding his hands, buying him precious time to escape through the ventilation duct and seek help as quickly as possible.

He had run a long way until his lungs felt they would burst.

Suddenly, he was dragged back by the pack of starving dogs.

Liam was in tears, breathless from crying, desperate to reclaim his leg and run towards safety— But there was no time, and he was too late.

It was his delay.

Everything was too late.

In the end, two lifeless bodies lay across the ground.

Drenched in cold sweat, Liam abruptly woke up from his nightmare and sat up panting heavily.

Large beads of sweat dripped from his fiery red hair.

After realizing it was yet another nightmare, Liam wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, gulped down his saliva, and gradually calmed down.

He sat motionless for a while, reluctantly straightening his body to retrieve two white bottles from his bedside table and twisted the caps off.

He poured out a few pills and swallowed them down without water.

However, sleep still refused to descend.

He always found it difficult to fall asleep at night, as nightmares would ensue as soon as he did.

The intermittent sound of crying began to echo in his ears again, at first, Liam thought he was dreaming again.

But he wasn’t.

The crying came from his mother’s room.

His mother often cried in the middle of the night, she had mild bipolar disorder, but she always managed to escape from the hospital.

After a while of crying, she came over and knocked on Liam’s door.

The sounds of despairing sobs and repeated inquisitions echoed outside Liam’s room:

“Why are you the only one who survived?”

“Why, even when your father asked you to get help, did you take so long?” …

Liam listened silently.

After a while, outside the room, his mother slowly squatted down, covering her face and sobbing,

“I’m sorry, Liam, mom is sorry.

But mom is really distressed.

Will you make mom feel a bit better?

Don’t forget about your brother – they all have forgotten him.

No one remembers him anymore, but you cannot forget him.” Liam remained silent.

After a while, his mother seemed to have sobered up a bit, and fumbling left, her crying intermittently.

Liam glanced outside the window.

The morning fog was hazy.

Another night passed, and the day was about to break.

His mother has been blaming him all these years, feeling that he was the only one who managed to escape.

But sometimes, Liam would also think, if he ran a bit faster at that time, was a bit stronger, showed more courage and did not take a detour because of those wild dogs, even if it means being bitten badly – maybe things would be different.

Everyone at home felt that he and his brother looked too similar – the same face, same black hair, same personality.

Every time they saw him, they were reminded that Nelson and his dad were dead.

The only one who survived was Liam, who was the weakest.

As a result, everyone did not want to look at him again.

After he turned thirteen, his mother always stared at him with eyes full of hatred, hating that he looked too much like Nelson.

So he dyed his hair red.

But, his hatred hated him even more for not resembling Nelson any longer.

His mother could no longer find traces of Nelson and her husband in him, so she bought Demon over.

…

Liam lay down again, hands under his head as a pillow, staring at the ceiling, his whole body covered in cold sweat for a while.

He strived to visualize Maureen’s face in his mind.

–

Those sparkling, clear, and pure eyes when they looked at him.

He tried hard to let her smile flood his mind, to let the words she said and her voice linger around his ears.

–

“My name is Maureen Smith, I just transferred from the ordinary class six.” –

“Can I run for him?” …

Little Mask liked him

.

Little Mask cared about him.

At least he had Little Mask.

After many repetitions, the turmoil in his heart gradually began to calm down.

In Liam’s heart, suddenly a frenzy surged, a desperate longing to see Maureen.

That desire burned brightly every night, but tonight it was even more intense.

If Maureen knew about this, would she blame him?

Would she still say to him, ‘I’m really worried about you’?

Liam couldn’t be sure.

He couldn’t help but get up and put on his shoes, put on his coat, he climbed out of the window, his mind completely blank while doing this, he was like a person about to freeze to death, eager to head towards the blazing firelight.

He drove away one of his family’s cars.

The sky was still dark in the wee hours of the morning, the whole world was not yet awake.

Liam dashed all the way to the dormitory building of the school.

His cheeks were frozen white, gasping for air.

Only when he saw the iron gate did he realize that there was a security system for the dormitory building where Maureen lived.

His steps halted.

Outside the guard room, a warm yellow light stretched his shadow long.

White mist huffed out from his mouth, his eyelashes seemed to have frosted over with the cold.

Standing dazedly for a while, Liam deflated, slumped down onto the flowerbed next to him, worn out.

He wanted to wait for Maureen to wake up, wanted to see her as soon as she came down from her dorm, and wanted to see her earlier.

Nobody liked him, they all disliked him.

But as long as Maureen liked him, he was not afraid