Adam’s POV
I’m lightheaded. I’m so damn excited! They said they just need to arrange a few things and we can start moving in in a few days! It’s so amazing. I’ll be with the man I love every day. I’ll wake up and make him breakfast every single morning! I’ll cuddle him to sleep at night! I could never ask for anything more. That blonde haired, brown eyed, feisty little cutie was mine. All mine!
I was leaving the office building when I got this sudden feeling of fear. I felt like…Tommy needed me. That’s crazy though. It’s the middle of the day and he’s home with Jason. He’s perfectly fine, I’m sure of it.
I brushed the feeling off and slid into my car. We need some more food in that house. We’ll only be there for a few more days, but I’m sick of eating out so much, plus, I like to cook! I drove casually over to the store and parked near the shopping carts outside. Before I got out I sat there a minute. I just couldn’t shake this feeling something was wrong. God dammit. I just need a few things. He’s fine Adam, he’s fine.
I got out and took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was a really nice day, sunny, and a slight breeze. Perfect. I smiled and looked up at the cloudless sky. I have a really amazing life. I have the man I love, I live in the beautiful state of California, and I’m following my dream to be an entertainer. My life couldn’t be any better!
I walked inside and grabbed a cart. I picked up a few things we might need for the next few days. I didn’t go all out though, since we wouldn’t be there for very much longer. I grabbed some eggs and bacon for breakfast, picked up some steak and chicken I’d figure out what to do with later, and some fresh fruits and veggies. Healthy foods aren’t bad if you cook them right!
A couple of people recognized me and asked for pictures and an autograph. I love seeing my fans, sure it can be slightly annoying sometimes, but I love them all the same.
I strolled up to the cash register and put my things on the conveyor belt. I saw the cashiers eyes get wide when she saw who I was and I held back a little chuckle. I’m just a normal person like everyone else! Sure, I can sing, but everyone has talents. She put my things in a bag and her voice got really high pitched like she was holding back a scream when she asked if I was paying with cash or credit. As soon as I paid she burst out into tears. What the hell?
“Oh my God, are you okay?”
“You… but you… Adam… Lambert… I…”
“You’re a fan then?” That was such a stupid question. Of course she’s a fan. She burst into happy tears in front of you. Adam, you’re so dumb sometimes.
She wiped her tears and I took a picture with her. She asked if I could autograph something too. I didn’t really have anything to write on so I just gave her my receipt with my name scribbled on the back. I guess I’ve signed weirder things.
After I gave her a hug and waved goodbye, the line was getting pretty long and I kinda felt bad for the girl. Now she had to deal with all those pissed off shoppers. She may think it was such a big deal to see me but I don’t think my glamberts understand I love meeting them as much as they love meeting me!
I walked outside and soaked up the heat from the sun. I still had this knot in my stomach. I just need to get home and make sure Tommy is okay. I drove a little faster than I needed to and kept mentally slapping myself for worrying so much. What would happen to him in the middle of the day?
I pulled up to the driveway and fast walked up to the door. I was trying to slow myself down because it would look really weird if I just burst into the house and he was eating a sandwich on the couch or something right? But I couldn’t. I couldn’t slow myself down for some reason. I ran into the house and sprinted upstairs calling Tommy’s name louder every time I didn’t get a response. I heard the headboard banging against the wall in Jason’s room. Ew, Really? Tommy never mentioned Jason being a sex addict. For crying out loud it’s like 2 o’clock. I went inside Tommy’s room expecting to find him there but he wasn’t. He didn’t leave a note. I checked my phone quickly. No texts or missed calls. I’m officially freaking out. I checked everywhere in the house. Kitchen, bathroom, livingroom, and all the bedrooms except Jason’s, I couldn’t find him anywhere. I’m not even going to attempt to go in there.
I paced around the house for about 5 minutes, although it seemed so much longer. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know where Tommy was. Jason might know! I don’t care if he’s fucking someone in there. I need to know Tommy is safe! I started knocking on the door but he wouldn’t answer it. I knocked louder. All I got was a “MMM… Go… away…”
I’m so desperate right now and I shouldn’t be. This isn’t like me but I feel like I have no other choice. I’m panicking. I ran downstairs and got a butter knife to pick the lock. It should work since they’re straight keyholes. I jammed it in and twisted it. I pushed the door open and I gasped at what I saw.
Tommy was passed out on the bed with his hands tied above his head. Jason gasped and reached for something in the nightstand. He didn’t seem to be concerned with his lack of clothing, but, neither was I. He was fucking raping my baby. I couldn’t move. I was frozen. My brain told me to beat the shit out of Jason and help my glitterbaby but my feet were glued in place. I screamed and starting crying. Why couldn’t I help? Why couldn’t I move? I felt like I was stuck in place by invisible super glue.
Jason opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a handgun. I couldn’t let him shoot Tommy, although I’m fairly certain he’s after me. He casually walked over to me and put the barrel next to my head like he did this sort of thing all the time. What a sick fucking bastard. My body clenched with fear. I couldn’t let him know how scared I was, despite the tear lines already noticeable on my cheeks.
“You come to save your little Tommy?”
I couldn’t say a word. I had a huge lump in my throat.
“It’s not going to work out like some movie you know. You’re going to end up dying and he’ll be my little slave. Sick story? Maybe. But it works out just fine for me.”
A movie? What kind of sick fucking movie would this be anyway? I don’t care if I die. I just don’t want Tommy to be raped and beat every day of his life. I’d die so quickly if I knew right now he’d be let go, freed, from this insane, sick, psychopath. My breath hitched in my throat and I knew I couldn’t cry again and show weakness now. It would all be over.
I looked over to Tommy. He looked so vulnerable. He had bruises all over his body and blood was dripping out of a gash in his lip. I couldn’t stand seeing him so pained.
“I’ve always had a little crush on Tommy you know, always wanted to fuck him like this, I’ve been planning it for a long time too. I was going to do it in a few months when Riley would be gone again, but you decided to take him and move him out.” He whispered angrily
I couldn’t speak. Even if I tried, something tells me I wouldn’t be able to
“He’s such a sexy little thing. I understand why you wanted him… but look who has him. It isn’t you, is it? That “kitty cat” or whatever the fuck you call him, is mine now.” He laughed dryly as if what he said were actually funny.
Those words bubbled some emotion in me, started it on fire. It worked its way through my body and unthawed me from my frozen state. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I knew I had to do something… something… anything… at least try for him. At this moment I didn’t give a second thought to the deadly weapon pointed directly at my head, or the crazy man behind it.
I grabbed his hand and pushed it away from my head, shoving him as hard as I could away from me. As he fell backwards he pulled the trigger and I heard a bang, then felt a sharp, shooting pain in my left arm. I felt it with my right hand… red sticky liquid was gushing out of the wound. I didn’t have time to worry about it now though.
As he fell backwards the gun slid across the floor and I dove to grab it. I was extremely lightheaded and my vision was wobbly, maybe from the loss of blood. I grabbed the gun and pointed it at Jason. I could barely see to aim but I needed to shoot… fast… before he took advantage of my weak state. I shot him from point blank range in the head. I mean, the chest. It could’ve been the leg. I didn’t even know where I shot him. But I did. I shot him, and I think he was dead, or at least I hoped.
I fell backwards and hit my head on the wall, letting the gun slip out of my hand and skid across the floor. I hope someone heard the gunshots. I hope someone comes and helps Tommy. I’m not even worried about myself. I’m losing too much blood, I’m going to die. Tommy though, Tommy has a chance. I just hope someone calls the police. I hope…
