Saving Adam

Chapter 2

Ten minutes later, he showed up at the house. As he approached the gates, he realized the remote to open them was still in the car. Wiping his forehead, he ran around the mansion until he made it to the back fence. Backing up, he made a running start at it, leaping to the top. He didn't exactly make it, however, slamming near the top of it. Grabbing the painful golden spikes at the top, he hoisted himself over, falling over the other edge into the pool. He quickly climbed out, now soaking wet, and ran up to the back door. He pulled on the handle, and found it unlocked. Strange, Behati always made sure to keep the doors locked. He shook it off and walked into the kitchen.

"Honey, I'm home!" No Behati. He ran into the living room. No Behati. He ran upstairs to her room. The doors were locked. He put his ear up to the door, and heard muffled talking. He knocked on the door.

"Behati?" Silence. Then suddenly there was a loud crash and the sound of scrambling footsteps. "Behati!" Adam grabbed the handle, braced himself against the door, and pulled. The door flew open. Behati was in bed, holding the sheets over her body. His friend Usher was on the floor next to the bed, shirtless, pants unbuttoned. He shoved his clothes on and jumped up.

"Hey, Adam, man, funny seeing you here right?"
"This is my house. And that is my wife."
Adam took a step towards Usher, who backed away, hands up.
"Oh, heh, yeah. I was just about to leave...."
"You're damn right you were."
Adam lunged towards Usher, knocking him to the ground. Behind him, Behati screamed.
"Adam, no! Don't hurt him!" Adam's fist swung, hitting Usher in the jaw. Usher threw his hands up, trying to protect himself, as Adam hit him again. With each punch he threw, he began to yell.

"Don't. You. Ever. Come. Near. My. Wife. Again." Usher shoved him off and stood up, wiping blood off his chin. He kicked Adam in the side before he could stand, and ran over to Behati.
"Adam!" Behati screamed. Adam stood up, holding his side, and glared at her.
"Explain. Now."
"Adam, I love you."
"Then why is he here?" Adam asked coldly, shooting a glance at Usher.
"I just-"
"How long have you been seeing him?! Answer me!" Behati looked up at him, holding Usher, who was kneeled on the ground.
"About a month. Adam, I'm sorry you had to find out like this. But I can't be with you anymore. I'm in love. I'm sorry." She looked down.

"Get out. Both of you." He growled, causing Behati to look up.
"No. This is my house, Adam."
"What?" Adam cried, shocked. "We each paid for half, you can't take it!
"I paid your amount last week. I own the house now."
She stood up, holding Usher's hand.
"Get out of our house. And never bother me or my girlfriend ever again." Usher took a step towards Adam, who didn't back up.

"Fine." He looked to Behati, who couldn't meet his eyes. "Goodbye, Behati." She didn't answer, her eyes shooting downwards. He raised his hand, flipping off Usher, before storming out of the room.

He stalked across the hall to his room, leaving behind a shocked Usher. Shoving the door open, he collapsed onto his bed, burying his head in his hands. After a few seconds, he stood up and walked to his closet, pulling out a green suitcase. He pulled out all of his clothes and shoved them in, then went to his dresser. Opening it, he began to put the contents into the suitcase. His notebook full of song ideas, a book Behati gave him for his birthday, a couple scraps of paper he had scribbled lyrics on.
He reached to the back of the drawer and pulled out a photo. It was of him and Behati at a restaurant, holding hands. Tears formed in his eyes, and he angrily tore the picture in half, right between him and his now ex-wife.

Grabbing his suitcase, he dejectedly walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Walking down the hall towards the stairs, he gave one last look at Behati's closed door, where mumbling could still be heard behind it. He walked down the stairs, taking one last look around his, no, her house. He looked on the wall where a picture of him and Behati kissing usually hung. There was now one of her and Usher. Seeing this, he couldn't take it anymore.

He fell to his knees, and broke down crying. Tears streamed down his face, and he loudly sobbed for his wife. She didn't come. He ran his hands through his hair, and tears fell to the hard linoleum floor. Shaking, he stood, and walked across the room to the kitchen.

He looked around, and all he could see was a knife. He walked over, picking it up, turning it around in his palm. Reaching up, he rolled up his sleeve. He pressed the tip of the knife to his shoulder, feeling the cool metal against his skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, he dragged the blade across his flesh, and a thin white line appeared. Again he dragged it across, and another line appeared, a light mark on his skin. Opening his eyes, he did it again, another line. It burned, and it felt amazing. Again and again he sliced, until there was about ten lines on his shoulder, and he had forgotten all about Usher and what he had done. He couldn't feel the pain of his heart being broken. All he could feel was the pain on his shoulder. He sighed, smiling, and his arm dropped to his side, fingers white from his grip on the blade. As if on auto pilot, he slipped the knife into his pocket. He sighed, feeling the pain of the cuts on his arm. It felt great. Smiling to himself, he picked up his suitcase and walked out the door.