Outlaws Of Love (Adommy Love Story)

Epilogue

Yes, sorry guys but this is the last chapter of Outlaws Of Love. But stay tuned because the sequel Cuckoo will be coming.... #Soon ;)

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Love you all,

~Wolfy

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*Outside POV*

As the Lambert parents chatted with the teen psychiatrist, Tommy nervously held Adam's hand in the waiting room. It was unbearably bleak and the air was stuffy and humid, coating lungs. Nervous twitches and annoying habits occurred with each individual, a symptom unique to each person, each diagnosis. Tommy crossed and uncrossed his legs, chewing on his nails and making a face when some of his chipped nail polish stuck to his tongue. He sighed anxiously, turning to face Adam with big brown eyes. The raven looked back, sweeping over his face.

"Adam I—," the blond began, biting his lip. He blinked back tears of frustration as he tried to find the right words to say. "I'm sorry...I really, really am." He took a deep breath. "Saying it doesn't even touch point on how bad I feel."

Adam leaned over and kissed his cheek, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Baby, it's okay. I get it—I've felt that way before. Yeah, it hurt," he commented warily, "but I forgive you. I was the stupid one." No matter how much he tried to put the blame on himself, Tommy always took fault for it. He truly believed he was the cause to Adam's suicide attempt.

Sensing his boyfriend's distress, Adam shifted his whole body towards him, bringing up his hand and palming the boy's soft cheek. "There is something wrong with my brain," he laughed halfheartedly. "I was ignoring it and it's not like you would have known. It was my responsibility to take care of myself and know when something isn't right, and I suffered from it. But it was because of me. Okay?" he said honestly. Really, he just had to say the words to make himself believe them.

Tommy scooted close, leaning in to peck Adam's lips. "Alright." Kissing him again, he mumbled "I'm just scared about what they might have to say..." he admitted sadly.

Adam took in the words and let them sink into his skin. "I know; me too. But as long as I know you'll be with me and stick through it all, then I'll be fine." Something picking away at inside of his mind was telling him otherwise in a sense of insecurity.

"You can count on me," Tommy whispered. "I'll always be there for you."

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"Mrs. Lambert, I think the best thing for your son right now is to go to Thomas Kingston. It's a wonderful place that helps troubled teens," said Doctor Camp. Her thick black hair was pulled into a high ponytail; her shirt, a mix of blues, reds, and purples, popped out brightly against her white jeans. Her almond-colored eyes stared intently at Leila and Eber, waiting for them to say something.

Leila began to say something, closing her mouth and starting with something different. "Where is this Thomas Kingston place exactly?"

The psychiatrist waited, thinking before answering, "232 Wayside Road, off of the interstate."

"232 Wayside Road..." Eber repeated thoughtfully, coming to put a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder. "Isn't that over in the East Side district?" He felt Leila shake underneath his touch, and gave her a sympathetic look as her blue eyes still thundered a storm from when Adam told her what happened.

"I...don't know about this," she mumbled tiredly. "I know what Adam's tried to do," she trailed off, biting her lip sadly. "...But the East Side? Don't you think that's a little far?"

The psychiatrist sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Yes, I agree, Mrs. Lambert, but this facility is top-notch and the best way to help your son," she persuaded, flipping through her papers stacked together, clipped to a clipboard.

"I see," Mrs. Lambert said. "Will you let us have a minute, please? To think this over?"

"Certainly," Doctor Camp replied. Pausing before the door, she asked, "May add one more thing?

The Lambert parents nodded.

"While they run the blood tests and wait for the results, I'll suggest that Adam sees a personal therapist— even if you choose to send him to Thomas Kingston's, or stay at home." She fixed her shirt and started to pull out a pamphlet of the school, handing it to the curious mother. "If he does go to therapy, it can also help us better figure out what exactly is wrong. He wouldn't know, of course, to make his answers and diagnosis as authentic as possible. The counselor will be taking notes and summarizing the sessions whilst evaluating his actions and thoughts. They would keep an eye out for any symptoms of common disorders."

The spouses glanced at each other, before the doctor left to her office.

The wife pushed her hair out of her face, blinking back tears. "What do you think, Eber?"

Looking up from playing with his shirt, he said, "Whatever you wish, dear. I'm sure you'll pick the right choice for Adam."

"Right," she sighed unconvincingly, glancing over at her son and his boyfriend, still nervously playing with each other's hands.

Putting a finger under her chin, Eber lifted up her face level with his. He hugged her tightly, kissing her brown hair. "Adam is just under a lot of stress right now. You know how hard life and relationships are on him...after that one boy," he muttered angrily. "But he just needs help. You couldn't possibly have seen anything was up since he didn't let us. Don't beat yourself up. I'm sure he'll be fine no matter what we decide."

Breathing in through her nose, she let out her final statement on the subject. "Alright. Let's tell Mrs. Camp what I—we—decided." She turned and walked to the small door. When she knocked, she was answered by a polite "Come in." Leila opened the door, stepping into the roomy office, with a big oak desk by a bay window. Two walls were covered in bookshelves, lined with, what she assumed, were psychiatric books.

"Have you come to a decision, Mrs. Lambert?" Camp questioned kindly, locking her fingers as she waited for an answer.

"Yes, we've decided," Leila stated, seriousness dragging her tone down. Shutting her eyes for a moment, willing herself to speak, she began, "I think he should—"

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What do you guys think she will pick? Will Adam stay or will he go?

 Find out in the sequel, Cuckoo, coming..... #soon

Love you all,

~Wolfy