Chance

Chapter 17 - Drew Danger

Sylver

I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't understand anything. I couldn't feel anything. Time seemed to have stalled.

All I could feel was myself running. My legs had a mind of their own. I ran towards Adam Brown. I leaped and hugged him.

"Whoa. We're in a church, babe," he said with a small chuckle. His mouth curled into a smirk.

I cupped his filthy face. My eyes had started to swell up with tears. He was holding me up.

"Adam Brown."

I laughed. He was confused.

"It's really you. Oh God."

I kissed him very passionately. In front of God. Well...

"My name is not Adam Brown. Please don't call me that here."

I stood on my feet. I wiped my eyes.

"What?"

"Don't call me that."

"I won't call you by your name?"

"That's not my name anymore, Sylver."

"Huh?"

He smiled. He leaned in and kissed me again.

"They call me Drew."

I looked at him.

"Drew Danger."

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We were sitting in my hotel room. I was sitting on the chair adjacent to the bed, where Adam Brown was sitting.

He told me everything I needed to know. And more.

Never in a million years would I have thought I would be in this position.

With Adam Brown not being Adam Brown.

With him using his new alias. What a silly name. Drew Danger.

I advised him to take a shower, get over this nonsense and come home with me. He laughed and told me.his story.

I can't believe I wasn't there for him.

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Adam

My world is doomed. My mother is blind. My father is dead. My best friend is inconsiderate. My lover is oblivious. I didn't have anyone else.

Shei called Sylver a slut.

I was stupid enough to not purchase condoms before Sylver visited. I should've known what was going to happen. She was annoyed at me and ready to leave. But Shei holds a record at showing up at the worst times. He never liked Sylver. This only cemented it.

He called her a slut. In front of me.

So I punched him. And didn't regret it. He was being a little bitch. He could be as big of a dick to me as he wanted, but one word against Sylver, he's dead meat.

I know, I know. That's dramatic. And pointlessly heroic. But I'm old fashioned that way. I'd protect a woman's honour. Especially when her honour is being unnecessarily damaged.

Sylver ran away. I almost ran after her. I didn't want things to be like this. Not before.... Not before the night I was leaving. I wanted to take Sylver with me. But I knew she'd never go.

Sundaleville was my haven. The lake was purgatory, though, given what had happened there.

The priest at the church loved my father. He said my father was such a laborious man. He admired that. So I started to work under him. In secret, and then not so much.

My mother found out and forbid me to go to Sundaleville. She detested the place like she detested Dad.

She was crazy.

So I fled.

I knew I had to. I didn't want to stay in school anymore. Shei wasn't working out. Sylver had her own problems to deal with. And my mother? She didn't even need me there.

When I hitchhiked to Sundaleville, I didn't bring anything with me. The Pope took me in but didn't have anything to offer. I lay with rats and only ate bread. Sleep was a privilege. Water was a privilege. The town was beautiful. The underground was not.

One night, I lay outside the church. I watched the night sky. I started to count the stars. The stars reminded me of Sylver. I needed her to be her with me. I was breaking.

I had already cracked.

Soon enough, my condition was noticed. By an angel. One night, when the squeaking had subsided and I had finally fallen under the spell of sleep, a voice woke me up.

Listen to my voice, Adam.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

I'll look after you, Adam. Keep serving your master. You'll do well. You're a good boy.

"Hello?"

The voice disappeared. The next day, the priest came with a cot and fruits instead of bread. I was happy.

I hadn't showered or changed into a different pair of clothes for days though. I needed to be clean. With cleanliness was a privilege to the Servant of the Church.

I settled for the rats. This was how I had to repay my sins. I had to be equal to the ground.

But Sylver found me.

And she kissed me.

And I found myself again.

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Drew Danger was advice from the priest.

"You don't want them to know who you really are, do you?" I nodded.

"Why Danger?" I asked.

"Because an angel spoke to you. Do you have any idea how much havoc you can create? You're very dangerous. But I need you, Servant."

"Yes, Father."

"Drew Danger, then."

"Yes, Father."

"Good."

I didn't like it. It didn't suit my personality.

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Sylver

"You're scary, Adam Brown."

"Am I?"

"You are."

Adam Brown smiled.

"We need to go."

"I'm staying."

"No."

"You go. I'm going to stay."

"You're in rags. And your roommates are mice. This is not you."

"I'm going to stay."

I sighed.

"Fine."

He looked up. "What?"

"Stay."

I got up to leave.

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