COMFORT CROWD [3] , jj maybank

5. i'm tired of my life

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suicidal actions/thoughts

  WHAT FEELS LIKE HOURS later, I peeled myself from Blake's arms and managed to shower. I wrap the towel around my hair, fresh clothes on my body as I sniffle and walk down to the room.

When I open the door, someone is sitting on my bed. I flick the lights on and my heart drops. I just hope it isn't obvious, especially to Adrien Calt.

"What the hell?" I don't even give him the chance to explain. I run over and grab him by the collar, slamming him into the wall. "Back from missing in action, eh?" Adrien isn't affected by my glare or grip on his shirt, he just smirks like this is a fun game we play.

"Why are you back? Daddy let you on the island again?"

"I heard yours killed someone so let's calm down," He says and shoves me off of him, "But yes, I'm back." I cross my arms over my chest, "That's great. Get the fuck out of my house," I point towards the door but he can use the window—or jump off the roof. How'd he even get in? Is no one home? This is possibly the last thing I needed. I haven't seen Adrien in almost a year since his dad sent him away because of his criminal behavior.

"I used the ol' window before you ask how I got in," He smirks. Adrien hasn't changed. He's still the smug, narcissistic asshole I've always known. "Okay, take it to leave now. I have places to be," I gesture towards the open window, my curtains flowing with the wind.

"Can't say hi to an old friend?" Adrien leans in closer to me. I harshly shove him away and he stumbles back, "Get the fuck out, Adrien."

Adrien shrugs, walking back over to the window, "Just know, I have new friends now. Some old ones too but, people welcomed me back to the island. Can't say the same for you. Bye, Sam." He leaves through the window and I wait until I hear the gate open and then rush over to the other one that faces the garage. A breath I didn't realize I was holding leaves my mouth. A tear rolling down my cheek.

No, no. We're not crying over Adrien Calt. He doesn't get that win. It's just a mixture of everything that's hitting me.

Let's just go to JJ's. Check on him. Give him the phone and bring him back here.

I walk down to the garage and expect my car and only my car but next to it is a dirt bike. A cute black one with a note on it.

'Welcome Home, —Vanessa,' The note reads and I have to chuckle. I mentioned missing my bike one time months ago and she decided to get me one while I was missing? Vanessa style. I grab my old helmet, another head injury isn't needed. The bike starts up, revving in the garage. I can't help the smirk that forms as I back up into the street.