Mia
I was half one, time to go and meet Adam.
I walked down the stairs slowly, trying to make as least noise as possible, to avoid seeing my mum.
Last night was horrible, after screaming at me, for apparently setting a monster free, my mum refused to talk to me for the rest of the night. It made me wonder, why did she care so much, usually she supported me with all my decisions, no matter how radical it was.
But Adam was no monster, right?
"Shit." I cursed quietly under my breath, as I saw my mum standing at the bottom of the stairs, her hands on her hips and raised eyebrows.
"Where are you going?" She snapped, giving me a harsh glare. I gulped, and avoided eye contact with her.
"Out, like it matters anyway." I muttered, trying to push past her, but she stopped me.
"You're going to meet him, aren't you?"
"I'm going to help him," I corrected her. "I just want to learn more about him."
"Well, when he hurts you again, don't say I didn't tell you." She had spat rudely.
"You know this is pathetic, mum," I yelled at her, anger making me ball my fists and want to punch her. "I know you're upset, but for fucks sake, put some trust into me, yeah? I'm not a god damn kid anymore, I'll be home in three hours." With that I slammed the door.
"Adam, you better be worth all of this."
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I sat waiting in my car, in front of grey, dull colour block of flats. Adam was ten minutes late, and I was beginning to feel inpatient.
Then I saw him, the strange thing was, he wasn't coming from the flats, like I had expected, but from a totally different road altogether.
I was going to show him how annoyed I was that he didn't turn up on time, until he approached me, he looked awful, Stumbling across the road.
"Oh, Adam." I said, the sadness clear in my voice. I swung open the door and the boy basically collapsed into my arms, his fragile body was weak. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, his dark circles were heavy and eyes bloodshot. Was he drunk?
"Oh Adam." I repeated, and pulled him up.
"I feel shit." He muttered, I stifled a laugh.
"Yeah you kinda look it."
"Mmm." He groaned and rubbed his head. I sighed.
"Get in the car."
"Okay." He whispered and got in.
"How much have you had to drink?" I asked him, I could smell the alcohol off him. I started the car and pulled out of the car park.
"Last night," he muttered. "I drunk a lot and a few this morning."
"So you didn't go home last night?" I asked him.
"Wouldn't call it home," he mumbled, fiddling with buttons on his blazer. "More like a room."
I nodded.
"Why did you drink?"
"I got lonely, really lonely." He sighed and threw his head back onto the headrest. My heart sunk.
"Drinking isn't the way, you know, Adam?" I said, sadly, wanting I reach out hold his hand, to comfort him. But then I remembered those very hands hurt me. I gripped the wheel and took a deep breath.
"But it numbs things, I don't like feelings, it ruins me." He rambled. I nodded.
We sat in silence for awhile, until he spoke up.
"I'm sorry about your mum."
"Oh, yeah, she's still kinda pissed. But it's life, my choices right?"
He looked really sad.
"Never choose me over your family okay, they come first." He said, emotion filling his eyes.
"Okay."
"Can I tell you something, Mia?" He asked, not making eye contact with me.
"Sure, that's why I'm here." I smiled, he might finally be trusting me.
"I wish I had a family."
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A/n
Adam baby:(((
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