Sympathy For The Devil (On Hold)

xiv) Broken Arrow

-Artemis P.O.V.-

"What makes you think you know what's good for me?" I hissed at him, not even sharing a glance at him, but instead keep my eyes trained on the cars we pass. Too many things are wiring in my head.

"I don't" he responds, pulling over at a Starbucks,"But it's worth a try, don't you think?"

It's worth a try to run you over!

"No, it's not," I mumble under my breath as he opens his door, getting ready to get out.

He turns to me with a look of compassion,"Artemis, I know how awkward this must fee-"

"NO! You don't know how I feel! You'll never know how I feel!" I shout, looking him straight in the eyes,"Because I can't feel! And frankly I don't know if I want to!"

To my surprise the baby is still quiet, along with Adam who is now shifting in his seat uncomfortably while I'm crossing my arms in my seat.

It's some time before he starts to speak in a hurt tone,"I- Artemis, its that…Do you really feel like that?"

Do... Do I feel like that?

Of course you do, in fact we want both of them out of our life.

"Just go get your damn coffee and leave me alone," I growl, physically feeling my walls go up.

If anything hurts like hell and back, it's the feeling of your walls going up because you know you just closed someone from your life.

"As you wish," he whispered, before turning and going into the darkness and towards the little coffee shop, letting the cold air in while he let himself out.

After the door closed, I found myself leaning back in my chair, my hands rub my face, oblivious to everything else in the car. That is until I hear the cooing of the baby in the back seat, as if asking me to pay attention to it. But my cold distant heart wins out and I don't turn around. Instead I look out the window at the freeway.

Okay, so we pay attention to the loser, but we won't pay attention to our own kid, isn't that mother of the year.

Again, the baby coos, but I merely fold my arms.

"You know very well why I can't look at him. Don't give me heat over it," I hiss.

See, this is what happens when you let your walls down. They make you face the facts. That maybe you passed him off was because you knew you couldn't raise him the way Matthew would have wanted.

Shut up.

Shut up, I don't need your input right now, okay.

The door opens (the car lights turning on automatically) but my eyes are looking out the window, and I feel someone sit in the passenger seat.

"Adam,-" I say turning to face, not Adam but a dark haired man (or boy more like it) in a suit. He looked probably just a bit older than me, 26 or 27.

"What are you doing here?" I ask calmly, him as he closes the door. I refuse to let him see that he caught me off guard, instead I scan his body and see that his gun is in a very difficult place for him to grab sitting down.

"Oh, nothing," He says non-chalant, leaning back into the chair watching the little coffee shop in front of us. It's crowded and because Adam is the Adam Levine, well... fangirls.

"No, what are you here for," I hiss, the car lights slowly go out, leaving us in pitch darkness.

"Well, now that you mention it, Brian just asked me to pay you a visit when you got back to the cabin, but since your little boy toy is other wise preoccupied, I thought now would be a good time.