"Liam C'mon" I hear my dad yell from the doors of the airport. I glance around at all the people rushing around in, happy that I don't have to be here any longer. I tighten my grip on my luggage handle & pick up the pace to hurry to where my fathers at.

Right when I get to him we hurry out the door & I drop the handle to my bag where I can stick my hand out & hail a cab, before everyone else takes them all.

After about ten minutes of waiting & wildly wavering my arm around a cabbie finally felt sorry enough for me to pull over & let us in. I look at the time on the clock to see its 4:17 PM. Then I sit in the car just starring out of the window seeing the airport disappear before I dose off into a dreamless sleep.

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When I wake up we're at our new 'home' & it's exactly 8:00PM. I say 'home' because nothing will be home without my complete family. I understand that they won't be around but in another country just hurts. See my parents are divorced.

My parents divorce wasn't really messy but it wasn't the cleanest. After the divorce my dad remarried, only about two months after. But things weren't done averagely. My parents were separated but the things weren't divided as usual. & if dad wanted too he could've took everything from mom. The girls, the house, her car.

Because the house, the car, everything was in his name He could take it whenever he felt. & without a stable household, if dad were to take the case to court he hands down could've gotten full custody of all three of us.

But I've always been dad's favorite. Sure he loved all of us, but it was clear to all of us I was his favorite.

Mom had been a housewife to a CEO of a big company & they had been married straight out of Highschool so she had no working experience & no college diploma. She sat at home takeing care of the house ,& when we came around, kids.

There was no way she'd have enough money to support us with. She had nothing of her own & little options on jobs. Even if she did manage to get one it'd be something low paying.

So dad agreed to let mom keep everything. She got the house, the car, the girls. Even fifty thousand out of the bank account, on top of two thousand dollars for child support each month,so she could keep the lavish lifestyle she's used to living.

On one condition.

That without a custody battle, my father would get full custody of me.

After all, I'm  daddy's favorite.

Even though she was hesitant she accepted. I was the final thing that helped her decide. I talked to her & made her understand that I knew it didn't mean she loved me any less of she took it. But her & I both knew that it was in best interest of her & the girls if she did.

So she signed it. I got to stay with her for a whole month, wondering when the days started passing by so quick, while Daddy Dearest & ''Margret" searched up & bought another house.

In America. Hundreds of miles away from England. From home. 

I hated what was gonna happen here. I had always been more... open with my mom. As in she knew everything while dad knew nothing. She knew the real me. Not the cover up I put on around my father. Comparing what they knew would be like comparing a rain drop to the ocean.

I simply, am a punk. My full torso is filled with tattoos, none of which my dad has seen. He thinks since there was a period where I self harmed, & that's the reason I only wear long sleeves. To hide the scars. While that was the reason I started, now it's because my upper arms are covered in tattoos.

I always have to keep my piercings out too. I just put small dabs of concealer on the tiny holes they go in & on the tatoos on my wrists, till I could put them back in after  father always left for work. When he was gone I was me, tated up, piercing filled Liam.

I wear so many layers that you can't even tell I have muscles, so I look like a proper geek without everything. My father also preferred I wear glasses, so I rarely used my contacts around him either.

I  have the tips of my hair dyed red, but I put temporary brown dye that matches the roots in every morning.

So without my cover ups I have red tipped hair, a body full of tatoos, muscles, & piercings in several spots. Without I'm plain.

The biggest thing I'm gonna hate hiding, is my sexuality. It just never came up around my father, & frankly I didn't want him to know. I know he wouldn't completely ridicule me, but He'd act more strange. He'd be one of the people to try & 'make me more manly.'

So now I'm stuck as this, Liam the Good Boy.

(A/N. Yeaaaa. This chapter was so ugh. #LiamTheGoodBoy if you liked this chapter. I don't tbh. 06/26/15)