I had finally calmed down. Adam was pretty fine, some injuries from my unstoppable rage but, he was alright. Not like I cared anyways. Not like anyone cared. Adam looked down at me and I ignored him. He was back to casually leaning on the wall and scrolled through his phone silently. "Looking at sluts?" I scoffed at him. "No. I'm not a pussy like you." Adam growled. "Stfu" I texted him instead of talking. I was tired of talking to this pathetic excuse of a "person" standing across from me.
Adam eventually stood up straight. "You had potential. Our relationship had potential. It's your fault, bitch." Adam hissed, circling around me like a lion, ready to pounce at any moment. "Oh, shut the fuck up. Not my fault you lack the simple ability to process information." I growled. "And you lack the ability of awareness!" Adam snapped back. "Motherless." I snapped right back. That seemed to shut him up. Well...he looked pretty upset, but his expression suddenly turned to anger as he silently glared at me. And, like a lion, he quite literally pounced.
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Who Can We Trust?(A Mandela Catalogue Au)
FanfictionSarah Heathcliff, the younger sister of Mark Heathcliff, who had recently committed suicide, was seeking out a way to escape the alternate infested counties. It didn't help that the population of alternates was on the rise, she was wanted by the FBI...
