I guess I never realized exactly why I liked Tristan, because he was different than the other guys I dated. They all either had spiked dark hair or a dark fringe, usually paired with equally dark eyes. All three of them, Michael, Adam and some kid in highschool. So once I took a good look at Tristan, I realized he had none of those, except spiky hair. With green eyes, light brown quiff and toned body, he was like a model, but an unusual choice for me. Then, I began looking deeper than his physical features, and saw that he and Adam had a similar jawline, smile and shoulder set-very broad. I started to remember the little things Tristan did on dates, like run his fingers through his hair, laugh at stupid things and drum his fingers on his thigh. All the same as a certain someone.
At first, I thought it was completely impossible, there was no way Adam and Tristan could be related. Adam had never mentioned a sibling, but then again, Tristan could be a cousin. There was actually no way of really knowing either, with Adam being in jail, and there was absolutely no chance of me communicating with Tristan.
Then I remembered when Adam got into that car crash, and I searched his phone for the contact 'Mom'. I also remember saving the contact into my phone, and also almost deleting it when we broke up. But sure enough when I looked through my contacts, there it was, 'Momma Young', I laughed.
"Hello?" she had picked up after two rings.
"Yes, hi Mrs. Young this is Adam's girlfriend, Jen."
"Oh yes! Hello dear," she cheerfully greeted me.
"Uh, well, Adam got taken into jail for raping me..."
"He what?!" His mom screeched.
"No! He didn't actually do it, but he was accused. And the guy who accused him was someone I dated while we were on a break, so he got jealous when me and Adam got back together. His name is Tristan..."
She interrupted, "Tristan?"
"Uh, yeah. That's what I wanted to ask you, they have the same last name and they have some of the same habits and features, so I was wondering..." I kept trailing off.
"If they're related?"
"Yes."
"Tristan is Adam's half brother, me and Adam's dad split up and he had kids with another woman, Tristan and a very sweet little girl. I don't know what went wrong with Tristan, he's always been a bit...off?"
"Oh my gosh...that's why Adam hated me dating him so much."
"The two have never gotten along very well, but Tristan accusing him of something so dreadful!"
"Well, then maybe you could be another witness? We could use all the help," I tried to comprehend all this new information.
"Sure, of course, anything for my sweet Adam," Joan was such a mom.
"Okay, well could you maybe come down here tomorrow? I can get you all set up for the court date."
"Of course, I'll call you when we arrive," she paused, "also, whose we? Who else is helping Adam?"
"Annemarie, I don't know if you know her?" I furrowed my eyebrows, beginning to move around the kitchen making dinner.
Adam was supposed to have dinner for me, I realized. I looked in the fridge, and sure enough, there was stir fry, enough for two. Tears began forming in my eyes, but I held them back, taking out the stir fry and putting it into the microwave.
"Trouble maker, if you ask me. When Lindsay and Adam dated, all she did was try to break them two up. Why would she help?"
"I told her if she really loved Adam she would help and she showed up at the police station, actually somewhat helpful. I was thoroughly surprised, but hey, like I said, I could use all the help I can get," I took a seat.
"Hm, I still don't trust her, but alright. I'll call you tomorrow, goodnight Jennifer, thank you for helping my son."
"I love your son very much, it's no problem. Goodbye, Mrs. Young."
I set my phone on the counter and took out the stir fry and a fork, eating it. It burned my tongue and mouth, but I was numb at the moment. I could barely feel my phone buzz next to me.
It was a text message.
From: Tristan
'Meet me at the docks tonight at 9, or I'll make sure your boy toy gets much worse. Arrive on time and you'll get a reward.'
Shit. I obviously couldn't just go alone, he obviously wanted something. I picked up my phone once again, and dialed a number.
"Yeah?" An annoyed voice rang over the phone.
"Annemarie, Tristan texted me telling me to meet him at the docks in fifteen minutes or Adam gets much worse. But if I get there on time, he'll give me a reward. What do I do?"
"Meet him obviously?"
"What if he hurts me!" I shook my head.
"I know where you'll be, and if you don't call me at 10 then I'll know you're hurt and call the police. Simple."
"Um. Okay..."
"Don't be scared, he's obviously a physco, he'll sense it. Be brave for once, Jen, you can do this."
"Thanks. By the way, him and Adam are half brothers, weird huh?"
"Yeah, well too be honest I suspected it," she cleared her throat, "Anyways, hurry, call me at 10, don't be scared."
"Okay, thanks, bye."
I hung up my phone and grabbed my keys and jacket, not bothering to put away the stir fry. I fled down the stairs and turned on the ignition, speeding out of the parking garage.
I had ten minutes to either make or break Adam's future, I couldn't mess up this time.
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