You're Not Alone (An Adam Young Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

After being up in my room for three hours, I stopped bleeding and I felt a little bit rested. My stomach growled loudly and I was hungry. But I didn't want to go downstairs. I wanted to stay up in my room and hide. I knew that that was a bad idea since I wanted to get out of this hell-hole.

"Come on Adam," I told myself.

I laid there fighting with myself for two minuets until I found myself getting up and walking down the stairs listening to my foster parents talk about me. When Gabriella is sober, which is very rare, she tells me that even though I am four, I have a mind like an adult. That was the only nice thing she said to me many months ago. The rest of the time she's been drunk and she and Jonas hate me. Sometimes I wonder why they 'adopted' me if all they do is beat the crap out of me, let me heal for a few weeks, and do it again.

The more I thought about it; I suddenly realized something. It's their fault I don't have that many friends or a real family. Sure I've met families that wanted to adopt me but the Nolan's scared them off.

"Jonas we need to do something about him," Gabriella was saying.

"I know. Can we just kill him?" Jonas asked, "I don't want that frickin' kid anymore after what he did."

My heart pounded in my little chest. They're going to kill me?! I thought as fear and adrenaline ran through my veins. They continued talking and I slowly crept towards the kitchen to get some food. I wasn't surprised when I entered to see them drinking beer and smoking and Gabriella wore inappropriate clothing for me to see.

"C-can I have something to eat?" I asked in a quiet voice.

They didn't hear me and I repeated my question. Jonas glanced over at me and smiled. I watched as he went to the freezer and grabbed an ice cream sandwich and a small personal pan frozen pizza. For once, I felt a small sliver of hope surface inside of me as he walked over and crouched down so we were eye to eye.

"Do you want the pizza and ice cream sandwich?" He asked

"Yeah!" I said happily and I stared to reach for it but he stood up.

I started jumping and complaining.

"Too bad," Jonas spat.

Then he smashed the ice cream sandwich, dropped it to the floor and he put the pizza back in the freezer. I picked up the ice cream sandwich, willing to salvage what was edible from the messy pile of cookie and ice cream; but Gabriella took it away from me and I burst into tears as my hope and happiness faded.

"Oh shut up you brat!" Gabriella yelled as she threw a beer bottle at me.

I ducked and it broke against the wall. Jonas cussed multiple times and he threw an ice cream sandwich at me.

"There. That'll shut you up," he growled.

The sandwich landed at my feet and I stared at it; unsure of what they were going to do. They continued their conversation like I wasn't even there and I snatched the sandwich and ran upstairs to my room. My happiness was buried deep inside of me and I let sadness take over as I crawled into my closet, unwrapped the ice cream sandwich, ate it slowly to savor every bite. It's rare that I have ice cream; Jonas mostly feeds me moldy bread or let's me starve. But not this time. This time I'm leaving.

When I finished eating the ice cream sandwich, I licked my sticky fingers, stood up, got a backpack, and I started packing. I put on clothes, a few bags of chips that I stole, my teddy bear and stuffed owl, and I made sure that I wore the locket with a picture of my parents and sister. Once that was done, I put on tennis shoes, and crept downstairs. I heard the TV blaring a show with foul language in the living room followed by Gabriella and Jonas yelling at each other. That was my cue to leave. Which is exactly what I did.