Outlaws Of Love (Adommy Love Story)

Twenty-Four

*Adam's POV*

No. Please no.

I tried to force myself not to, but I looked at him.

I grabbed Tommy's arm, him seeming just as scared as I was.

"Well, aren't you two a cute couple."

The voice, the voice that haunts me in my dreams. I thought I heard the last of it. I was mistaken.

Cute couple... That's what people used to call us. How wrong they were. He was a poisonous, violent, cold-hearted boy. He took everything away from me. Everything.

And now he's here, he has been here, living among me. No where I will go will ever be free of him, of his memories.

Suddenly I became aware of a growing pain in my head, under the new wound. There is an old scar beneath that fresh one. One that was caused by him. That was the last day we were together. He hit me so hard that I was sent to the ground and slammed my head on the brick wall.

I was getting dizzy and lightheaded.

That day. That damned day.

~Thud.~

What was I even doing here? I had no idea where we were and it was getting pretty dark out. I guess we were in the city somewhere downtown. This was basically how my life was these days. I would go wherever Charlie said to and would do whatever he told me to. I hated my life, my school, my house, myself. Nothing could ever make me love life like I used to...like I had before I met him. What happened to us?

We were walking close together and every time his skin would brush mine it burned. I shoved my clammy hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt. It was too warm for one, but I had to wear it; it was covering the bruises.

My legs felt like stopping, but I forced them to move along with him. I dropped my head as I walked, avoiding my chance to see his face, and more importantly his eyes. They were like hazel on fire but they were chilling and soulless. When he starts to hit me, they even spark of spiteful joy. Joy? Like he was happy doing that, like it was fun... Maybe it was a good thing then.

I coughed into my shoulder. I had been sick for the past two weeks, not getting any better. I should be at home right now but apparently, I am "just faking it", according to Charlie. I coughed harder, my throat straining and hurting bad. I choked some and stopped walking to catch my breath.

"Stop it," Charlie commanded, still facing the opposite way of myself.

"Stop what?" I rasped.

He turned on his heel and narrowed his eyes, coming close to my face. I quickly looked away, staring at a random rundown building. These days I don't ever look in his eyes, let alone his face, unless he forced me to.

He brought his hand up to my face, causing me to flinch back a bit. "Look at me." To my surprise he didn't slap me, just rested his palm on my cheek. It seared to the touch, but I didn't show it. I reluctantly met his eyes.

"Stop coughing. You don't need to pretend here." His words were soft but his stare was cold.

He probably thinks I was 'pretending' for him. That was another one of his many problems; thinking I do things for him.

I fought the urge to clear my throat. "I can't," I whispered. I was trying to silently plea him to understand through my eyes.