If life were a fairytale (one more chance SEQUEL)

Chapter 20

"Adam, please stop walking like that. I bet it's nothing."

"Parker! We're in a freaking police station, I don't even know where Theo is, it's 10 o'clock at night, and Angel's boyfriend is god knows where!"

"Just sit down! It could be worse." I said standing up in front of him and calming Adam down.

"Really? How? Because I can't imagine a worse scenario!" He shouted.

Before I could respond to what he said, which was a bit true, a police detective approached us. She was about 28 years, tall, ginger and warm. "Hi. You're here for Angel Jones?"

"Yes." Adam sad standing up.

"Please follow me." She said turning on her heels and walking through a door that said 'Detective Brown'. Her high heels clicked on the floor with every step. "Sit down." Brown ordered pointing at two chairs in front of a desk full of paperwork. She walked and sat behind the furniture.

"Where is she? I need to see her. Is Theo okay?" He said a bit fast and harsh.

"Adam." I whispered.

"It's fine." Brown told me, then turned to the raising heart-beat next to me. "You can't talk to Angel right now, but I guess you don't know what she was involved in correct?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing that if he was the one to talk, he would explode.

Brown sighed. "She's a prostitute."

"What?!" Adam shouted standing up. "You don't have proofs! You can't arrest her!"

"Actually, we have been chasing her group for quite a while." Brown said, her fingers typed something on a computer and turned the monitor in our direction. As she did this, a scene played on the screen. It was a hotel. And there was Angel, wearing a red dress two sizes too small, surrounded my women dressed almost identical as her. She walked towards a man, received an envelope, and stepped into a room with him. Brown shut down the computer and spoke again. "There are more videos like this, with Angel in almost every single one of them. Now, her arrest will last 8 months, and she will have 12 more of community service." She finished. I couldn't imagine how Adam must have been feeling through this whole thing. I turned my head to him. He was tense and clearly mad.

"Can you leave us a moment alone?" I asked the detective.

"Of course." She said standing up and leaving the room.

"Adam..."

"What the hell was she thinking?! That she wouldn't get caught? That... that this was the best option for Theo's life?! Did she even THINK about him?!"

"Adam!" I snapped.

"Sorry." He brushed his hand through his hair. "It's just, why would someone do something like this when they have a child?"

"I don't know. And I don't have any idea what is going on in your head. But-" I walked closer to him and grabbed his hands. "We will make sure Theo is safe." I hesitated for a moment. "I promise."

"How did we get here Parker? How did we go from best friends in high-school, to one of us having a son and a prostitute ex; the accident; your dad's wedding,; everything just seemed to happen since..."

"We started to have feelings for the other?" He nodded. "Things have a weird way of adjusting to big changes. And we can't say ours wasn't." I pressed my lips together, thinking about what I wanted to say, and then continued. "It's my fault." I whispered looking down.

"What? How could this be...?"

"My dad's wedding. That day I didn't go with you in the car because things were awkward between us. Since that sleep-over in my place, I couldn't stop replaying in my head what you said about two people being meant for each other." Silence. "I needed to think alone, so I went on my own. If I hadn't been that stupid, I would've gone with you, the accident would've probably never happened, Angel wouldn't be that desperate to do what she did because she would've had you to help her, and everything would be just fine. Now Theo has a broken family, you are in a huge mess with Angel, and our lives' a mess!" I put my face in my hands, trying to hide away from the disappointment I thought would come from Adam. Instead, when his hands reached out for mine, revealing my face to his eyes, I got a smile. Not a smirk, or even a sad- closed-lips- kind of smile. But a genuine one.

"Have I told you that you are my favorite person in the whole world?"

I felt my face blush. I couldn't help myself from smiling.

"I'm serious!" He laughed. "And none of this is your fault. If you had gone with me that day, there's a chance the accident would've happened anyway. And I wouldn't want that. One of us had to be conscious to wait for the other."

"But it was hard you know? Waiting. A year." I looked down. "Everything seemed to change while you were gone."

"No kidding. Look how changed my ex is." He tried joking.

"Seriously. I'm really sorry things got so screwed up." I felt a single tear run down my face, its salty water dropping onto my hands.

"Well, without a bit of screwed up things the world wouldn't be it interesting, right?" He said, as he pulled me closer into a tight hug, not suffocating, but warm and protective, it felt right. Like we were a perfect fit.