Lady-Killer (A Maroon 5/ Adam Levine Fanfiction)

Chapter 28

Copyright 2012 Natalie Elle Tyler - All Rights Reserved

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I might've been crazy about forgiving someone who had cheated on me, but there are only so many things a person can be really mad about. I'm still mad at Adam and Lucy in a way, and I don't know if I'll ever let it go or move on. I know that if I mention it to Adam, the pain will be visible in his eyes. With Lucy, she understands. I don't have to ask her if she would or not, because I already know she does. Lucy barely forgives people as much as it is, and when she does, it's only because they usually had something valuable in return. Then all her revengous hopes, just seem to... disappear.

And clutching Adam's hand, with a perfected rose in my hand just seems to say everything. I'm a hopeless romantic with no life at all that I'm just so willing in desperation, to take a guy who's cheated on me. If I told my mother what has happened since I got here, she'll be asking why I forgave him. That no woman deserves this kind of nonsense.

Already seeing the image in my head, curled up on the couch, next to my mom's arms that were enveloping me in her warmth. She holding her head high in superior, drinking her latte out of her favorite mug. We would be sitting in silence next to the fireplace in the winter. All alone in silence. So quiet I'd be able to hear the sounds of her breathing and the way the beatings of her heart seemed to go with it.

Up...
Down...
And it repeats... 

Until finally, when I say, "I love him. And he loves me. And that seems all it took for you to forgive dad and what he did."

I never liked talking about it, and neither did mom. But if this conversation ever came up, which I know it will, I'd be forced to give a defense to Adam. But I had nothing besides the fact that my dad had a secret of his own, that my mom forgave him from.

My dad cheated on my mom during the engagement. It broke my mom's heart when she found out. She told me she wept for days and certain 'nightmares' that she did not want to talk about came back. Usually before I was born, these 'nightmares' would come often. Mom tells me that dad helped her through it. During nights, she'd thrash around her bed, and dad would cuddle with her all night. I thought it was sweet. But once my mom left, the 'nightmares' began again. Eventually my mom forgave him after he serenated her. That was sweet too, although I don't think it's enough to win a woman back. But I guess like in my situation, mom was too in love to let it go. Sometimes I wonder with time, we'd be able to heal. But if it's true, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't had been born.

Yet, when my mom tells me this, I am bewildered in anger. I rush to my room, slam the door and don't come out. After a whole day in there, by evening, I'm about to come out and give up when my dad comes in. I immediately change my mind without saying a word of my thoughts and say instead, "Get out!" My dad is taken aback with my anger that day. Three years ago, near an upcoming christmas. My dad had no idea what to do. I never had an anger really that strong until that day. He tried giving me a comforting talk, telling me even if I was mad, everything would be alright and all that... I although, had found a way somehow to block it that day. I was so mad, I never gave him a chance. It took me a year to get over it. And for some reason, when I think about it, the anger comes back to me.