All the Broken Parts

Piece +7

I was wiping the coffee table when I heard shuffling, then the door knob turned and a middle aged woman that seemed too empty and skinny for her own good stepped inside.

It took me moments to realise she was drunk. She moved with agility only a drunk man could have and she tumbled down a few steps.

"Adammmmmm I'm back. Oh my baby boy, I met a very cute child on the way back. He was very very like what you had been," she singsong and slurred as she approached Adam who froze.

It was only for a few seconds but something flashed on his eyes that made my heart plummeted down in a twist.

She was laughing when she first stood before Adam then it stopped all at once, and a tear slid down. And then more came, I remembered my own mom and it broke my heart, "No. Don't die on me! I'll take it all away. Stay with me. I should have I should have bring you away from the bullies who locked you in the locker. Who named you after every bad word. I should have take you away, then you would not," her voice broke and she fell on the ground and cradled herself. And she wailed and wailed. As she cried I felt like I was being dragged down into a deep hole and I felt suffocated.

Adam's jaw harden and I saw the way his knuckles turned white. "You looked so much like her, my baby," her voice died down.

She fell quiet and then she stood up angry, "where were you when she needed you?" She raised her voice and it was as if she was no longer drunk. Just blinded by pure rage. And hatred. I had never saw someone with that much hatred on her eyes.

"You were with him don't you?! That old man I should not have married! Did you know every night in her room she called out your name in her sleep. You were. You are her big brother! You, you should have protected her," she stared at him hard. And there was a loud slap.

-Yet Adam said nothing, he held his ground like the hatred was justified. Like he was made of stone. But he was painted blue and black and red. He was full of scars and blisters. Both inside and out.

"You. You are Adam. But whoever you are you are not my Adam," she hissed with every ounce of contempt she had and she dragged herself to the stairs, only through the occasional bumping I knew she was still drunk.

I stood up, but as Adam started moving again trying to get back to work, his feet hit the empty bottles on the floor he had previously gathered and made stand and it fell, causing more mess as if everything wasn't broken enough.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he chuckled as he bent down to clean the mess.

"She hated me," he said as a matter of fact but I didn't miss the build up tear that was in his eyes. And the hurt. The hurt.

"Adam," he paused from picking out the broken shreds.

I brought my hands up to his face. Once I reached him, he froze as our skin came into contact. Our eyes met and immediately I was flooded with what I knew was his emotions. Blue. Red. And Black. I felt the sadness his whole body suffocate, the anger he felt for himself. The disgust. The burning burning hatred. And what hurt me the most was that it was directed at himself.

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't justified. He wasn't disgusting and all that. But I didn't know what I could say to make him believe, the words wouldn't be enough to make him believe. When I couldn't take it anymore, I broke eye contact. I felt the tears that was made up of agony welled up. I brought him to my arms and I cried for him. For his pain. For the words that wasn't supposed to define him. I felt his body shook. At first slowly then more violently my heart clenched in the worst way. 

"I'm here,"

I'm here.