The Chat Room {On Hold}

Who needs Batman when you have Jackman?

Chapter Eight

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☼ Marla Summers ☼

 Who knew that three words could completely change someone's life. That three words could bring heartache and loneliness. Here I sat, on the rusting bench in the middle of Albercrass's cemetery. My gaze wandered upwards, staring at the stars that dotted that crisp night sky. I blow the freezing air out of my lips and let a single tear slip from my eyes. Of all people, why did it have to be her? It all seemed so unjust. I didn't want dad to come back. He had made his decision to leave us eight years ago. Did he honestly think that showing up now would do a fricking thing for us? For me? No. It didn't do flack. 

The simple thought of seeing him again replaced my sorrow with pure anger. My dad could never be the amazing person my mom was. He would never be able to replace her, and if he thought he could- I don't even know. 

I had been sitting here in the blistering cold for a good couple of hours by now gazing at the cemetery where my mother would be buried in under a week. My mother may not have been around much, but she always tried her hardest to keep me happy. Now she was gone. It was all too unrealistic. It shouldn't have had to happen, but she sacrificed her life for a boy. Who, I'm not sure. Why? Because that was my mom. She always put others before herself, and clearly this boy meant something. Sighing, I wipe the tears from under my eyes.

"Marla?" I don't bother replying. What could I even say? I continue to stare upwards, just processing reality. I heard him exhale and then sit down next to me on the bench. We just sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. 

"What's wrong?" Adam persisted, this time gaining my attention. 

"I- Adam." I whispered hoarsely and then hugged him. He slowly wrapped his arms around me, holding me against his chest. Silent tears slipped from my eyes as I sat in his arms. 

"You can tell me." Adam murmurmed carefully as he stroked my hair. 

"My mom... she's gone." I reply thickly, clutching onto his sweater. 

"Oh Marla, I'm so sorry." I whimper softly, just shaking my head. 

"What brings you to the cemetery?" I ask casually, trying to lighted the mood. 

"You. Jackson said he saw you here earlier, but we all know that cemeteries creep him out, so he sent me." A small laugh escapes my lips. It was true; Jax was terrified of cemeteries. 

"Oh, what a tough guy." I say playfully, wiping away the tears from under my eyes.

"Oh totally, he's... what does he refer to himself as?" 

"Jackman." I say as a ghost of a smile appears on my lips. 

"That's what it was; Jackman. Who needs Batman when you have Jackman?" 

"Well, we would need Batman if the crime was something cemetery related." I answer and nudge him playfully. 

"Can't deny that." Adam replies and laughs. He laces his fingers through mine and looks at me intensly, as if he was having an internal battle. "Would you like to go get ice cream?"

"Would I? Of course!" I answer, jumping to my feet. A shiver racks my body and Adam clearly catches this because next thing I know, his sweater was perched on my shoulders. I smile, "thank you Adam."

"No problem, Marla." Adam drapes his arm over my shoulders and I place mine around his waist as we start for the ice cream shop. That was what I loved about Adam; he could make absolutely anyone feel better, and better yet, forget their problems. 

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Sofia Summers

Sofia Summers stepped out of the cramped cab and passed the driver a generous tip. The cool air nipped at her exposed skin, giving her cheeks a pleasant rosy glow. Her heels clicked sharply on the sidewalk as she walked the familiar route to the airport; it was probably her twentieth trip to New York. 

The gentle breeze swept her ivory hair into her eyes, but she could care less. She had a purpose; to get the meeting overwith and get home. As she neared the familiar glass tower, she witnessed a teeneage boy, roughly her daughter Marla's age, stumble onto the road.

This action puzzled her, so she watched the boy. Just as the boy came to his senses, a taxi came speeding around the corner and the boy was frozen in place again. Without even considering the consequences, Sofia darted across the busy road and pushed the boy to safety, but not quick enough to save herself. 

The taxi collided with her body seconds later, sending it flying. Sofia landed on the pavement with a deafening crack and anyone who would have spotted her mangled body would have been able to tell that she was gone. The sparkle in her eyes disappeared as they glazed over and the boy ran to her side immediately, unshed tears sparkling in his cerulean eyes. The realization hit him just as the cab had struck her; he killed her. 

Sirens wailed eerily as the road was blocked off and once the paramedics reached the beatiful woman, they knew it was too late. Shaking their heads, they looked at the boy with kind eyes, explaining that there was nothing that they could do to save his mom. 

"She's not my mom, she's just a stranger that saved my life," the boy answered them, choking the  words out. Sofia saved his life and he would do everything he could to repay her, starting with paying a visit to her daughter. He vowed that he would make it up to her as he watched the commotion die down. He would repay her. 

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Author's Note: 

Oh my god. I am by far the worst updater ever. I had epic writer block and let me just say that it is a pain. Gah. Then, I sprained my wrist, so this took me a while to type. I apologize profusely for the long wait! I know it's a pretty sad chapter, but the next one will include the Kiwi Club's first meeting. Yaay! 

Question: How are you my lovely readers? Anything in particular you would like to see in the next chapters of TCR? 

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to niall_eats_food for keeping me motivated and for also sharing her lovely story, Falling For Jesse, to me. I strongly recommend that you check it out! 

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