-Adam’s P.O.V.-
Aside from the ticking of the grandfather clock in the upstairs hall and the howling wind beating against the cabin, the whole bottom floor is quiet. I’m sitting at the dinner table, my eyes fixated on the words on the page in front of me. I don’t normally read books. Hell I don’t read books. But this… This book apparently means a lot to Artemis so I’m making an effort to read it.
“Adam,” She calls from the top of the stairs and I quickly close the book and turn to her,”I’m not sure I should go.”
A small smile sneaks onto my face,”Of course we have to go, it’s a good experience for you.”
“I just-It’s the first thanksgiving I’ve had in two years and I’m not sure I’m ready,” She says lowly as she descends the stairs. My jaw drops at the sight of her.
She’s in pair of tight black jeans, perfectly outlining her round ass, and she has a silky and long black top with the neckline just a little lower than it should be, all paired with a black leather jacket. To top it off, she’s wearing a pair of black stiletto heels. Her hair is wavy, a nice wavy, and she did the cat eye thing or whatever they’re called on her eyes.
She shies inward as she gets to the bottom of the stairs,”Do I look that bad?”
I shake my head quickly and gasp,”You look… It’s just… I’ve never seen you dress like this, it’s-“
“Horrible I know.”
“No! Not at all,” I say getting up from the table. Standing next to her, I feel so underdressed in my grey dress shirt and black jeans.
“Oh, ok,” She mumbles, avoiding looking me in the eye.
I reach out and lift her chin up to look at me, and I can see they’re darting to and fro like a lost lamb,”Are you nervous?”
Her eyes narrow and shoot to me,”No.”
“Gee, ok. It was just a question,” I say, raising my hands up I’m defense.
She sighs,”It’s not you. It’s just I haven’t seen them in a while and I don’t want to.”
“Artie, it’s going to be ok,” I say, but I must’ve said something wrong because her eyes glaze over.
“Don’t call me that,” She mumbles, looking down at the ground.
“Okay,” I say delicately, not wanting to push her farther away.
“Let’s just go and get this over with,” She growls as she pushes past me and towards the door.
I follow after her and help her down the stairs because lord knows if I’m having trouble walking on the snow covered stairs...
“Thanks,” She mumbles as she gets into the passenger seat of her car.
“No problem,” I say as I hold the door for her. We were going to take my car, but she insisted that we take her car because it maintains a low profile. Of course I didn’t argue with her so I just got into the drivers side and started to drive.
She doesn’t look at me, or talk at all during the drive, her eyes are fixed outside the window, opaque with fog. I steal glances at her every so often to see her hands fidgeting in her lap and she’ll occasionally mumble something to herself, but I’ve learned to not talk to her when she’s talking to herself.
“You seem like a really strong woman an-“
“I am.”
I nod,”Yes, I know. So, why does seeing your parents seem like such a daunting task?”
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Sympathy For The Devil (On Hold)
FanfictionArtemis Bow is as cold as ice, and as distant as the ocean, making it easier to perform "population control" of men who mistreat women in the most vile way. She works alone and for nobody. Death is is her best friend. Love isn't in her vocabulary...
