Adelaide Dove Hindley is a young woman with too many problems to bear. After an abusive episode with her boyfriend, she runs to the pier. She just wanted to escape her life and have some peace but when she finds herself about to jump she doesn't kno...
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I look up, and as expected I reach his blue-eyed gaze. "What's your name?" He asks breaking the silence between us. "Adelaide," I say simply. "Nice to meet you, Adelaide."
"Nice to meet you too."
"What were you doing on the pier?" My eyes go wide as he asks the question. I stay in silence trying to think of an answer. My eyes dart around the room trying to think of something, anything. "I was looking for my dog," I say without missing a beat.
His brows furrow in confusion. Oh my god, you're so fucking stupid! "You have a dog?" "Yup," I say popping the 'p'. "His name is fish," I say making the conversation even more award. STUPID STUPID STUPID- I look up at the ceiling cringing at my words.
"Fish, huh?" he asks obviously not believing my story. "Yes, that's his name Fish," I say leaning back in my chair. "You're a terrible liar ya' know," he says catching me off guard. I lean further back in my chair but as I'm about to say something my chair slips right out from under me.
I try to catch the table in hopes to bring myself up and play it off as the smooth person I am but that didn't work out. Instead of me catching myself I let out a strand of cuss words flailing my arms around as If that's going to work.
I land on my back almost hitting the person walking behind me. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I try to get up from the ground but instead bang my head on the bottom of the table knocking my coffee down and spilling it everywhere. "God Dammit!" I whisper to myself.
I get up in a hurry hoping to play this whole thing off but instead only to slip on my spilled coffee, landing on my butt.
I think this is where I die.
"Uhhhhh, I think I'll just sit here for a second," I say contemplating everything that just happened.
At this point, the entire cafe is dead silent watching me struggle. "Mommy is that lady on drugs?" I hear a little boy ask.
I'm going to dropkick that little fucker.He's the size of a goddamn soccer ball I can take him down.
I sit there waiting for John Quiñones to pop out saying this is a "What Would You Do" social experiment. But of course, that doesn't happen and I'm still sitting on the floor, with people thinking I'm on drugs, my ass soaked in coffee, and my dignity down the drain.
As I wallow in self-pity I see someone crouch in front of me. I look up to see those deep blue eyes piercing into mine. He holds out a hand for me to take as we look at each other. I take his large hand in mine pulling me up from the puddle of spilled coffee.
My already embarrassingly red cheeks heat up even more as his small smile starts to grow while looking into my eyes. I stare back into his. There aren't many words to describe his eyes. They are far from simple and are breathtaking to look at.
His hands are warm, unlike his eyes. His eyes are soft yet cold, like deep pools of thought. I've always believed eyes are windows to the soul, and his eyes prove it.
"You ok?" He asks. "Yeah- Just coffee," I giggle looking down at the coffee that has pooled around mine and his shoes.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
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After wiping down my clothes with some paper towels and cleaning the floor we say our goodbyes and get into our cars.
Even after that embarrassing ordeal, I still had a soft smile gracing my lips. My smile flattened as I went to check my phone seeing I had 24 missed calls from Will. Shit, he's going to kill me.
I dial his phone waiting for him to pick up.
"Where the fuck are you!?" I hear Will scream on the other side of the phone making me instinctively pull the phone away from me. My face winces as I hear him continuously shout my name and long slurred words.
He's drunk great. "I'll be home in one second," I say hanging up the phone sick of his shit. I roll my eyes as I pull out of the parking lot.
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I open the door to my apartment to see shattered glass and him pacing in the living room, his hands running through his light blonde hair. He turns around to see me, his face packed with anger. He angrily walks up to me as I try to step back.
My eyes wide with fear. "Where the fuck were you!?" He yells in my face grabbing onto the shirt I'm wearing. I try and open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. It's like I'm frozen. Not just my voice, but my body too. I can't take his hands off of me.
Hisbreath hits my face as he looks into my eyes. They're nothing like Zanes. His are angry, filled with hate. He scares me. "Nothing to say for yourself!?" He spits the words in my face.
" I-I'm I-I'm," I stutter pathetically as tears roll down my cheeks. "You little whore was out fucking some guy, weren't you!?" "N-no, I-I-" I get cut off by a sharp sting to my face. My entire body falls with it, landing in a pile of glass shards.
"Stupid fucking whore," He whispers. "When will you get it through your stupid fucking skull, no man will ever want you other than to fuck you," he tells me walking away.
