Adam's POV
Her lips were on mine before I could even protest, not that in the moment I wanted too. Despite my total trust in Jen, I couldn't help but think she was with Tristan...cheating. I knew it was a terrible thing to think at all, but it was in the back of my mind and I couldn't get rid of it.
I decided not to go to the police unless Jen didn't return home tomorrow, because I wasn't sure that she was even missing.
"Adam," Sadie gasped as she ran her hands through my hair.
Her saying my name made my stomach flip and my heart clench, thinking of Jen. It was sad that I was going farther with a girl I hadn't spoken to in ten years than my actual girlfriend of almost a year now. I felt like a terrible person, even through all of the haziness of the alcohol. After I found out Jen was with Tristan, and assuming the worst immediately, I went to the closest bar. A dingy old place, and once I arrived I realized that it was the place I met Lindsey. I ordered a drink from the bartender and noticed Sadie up there dancing. She must have noticed me too, because she strode over, treating me like she would treat any other guy she was dancing for.
After a while with Sadie at the bar and I was completely smashed, barely able to see or stand. She took me back to her apartment, and we almost crashed a few times. The whole ride my hand moved up and down her bare thigh, I was so drunk I had no idea what I was doing when she threw me on her bed, and I hardly remember what happened after that, I'm thankful quite honestly.
I woke up the next morning, and saw my clothes strewn across the room, and a peacefully sleeping Sadie next to me. I bit my lip, and threw on my clothes, quietly leaving the room. I left my car at the bar which was only a block away, so I walked there. Once back, I saw my car and started it up, quickly pulling it out of the lot.
After about ten minutes I was back home, and hoped Jen would be sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal and remote in hand, watching TV. I got up to our door and took a deep breath, not even ready for what I'd tell her about Sadie or anything. I opened the door, and a horrified scream left my mouth at the terrible sight that was waiting for me.
Sadie's POV
Sure, I felt guilty for getting with Adam even though I knew he had a girlfriend, but he knew he had one too, and he was completely willing. I saw through bleary eyes that he left while he thought I was asleep but I didn't care, I'd come in contact with him again, I'd make sure of that. I didn't want Adam, and I wasn't going to pretend I did after my job was done, which it was. I just needed to keep an eye on him and his little girlfriend.
I picked up my phone from the bedside table in my small apartment and saw that I had a call from Tristan, so I dialed his number and called him back.
"Hello?" his deep voice came over the phone, giving me chills.
"Tristan, it's Sadie, and I did it."
"You had sex with him?" Tristan sounded impressed.
"Yeah, did you get the girl?"
"Nah, but I left a surprise waiting for the asshole at her apartment when he goes back," I could practically see his devilish grin from the other line.
"Well, do you think this girl is ever going to even, like, go for you? I mean, you probably come off as a bit of a physco."
"She has to love me, she has too, she's just like Charlotte in every single way, and I need her back. Whether it really is her or not."
"Okay, okay. I did my job, when do I get paid?" I scanned my finger nails, biting the tips.
"Are you sure once Jennifer finds out that she'll want to dump his sorry ass?" Tristan sounded hopeful.
"I gave him a night he won't-, no can't forget," I smirked.
"Spare me the details," he paused, "I'll have your money tonight, come by my apartment and you can have it."
"Alright, see you then," I went to hang up then asked, "What kind of surprise did you leave him?"
"Something he won't be able to forget, no matter how hard he tries."
Jennifer's POV
The blade hurt at first, but after a while the pain slowly faded away, along with my thinking. I was in and out of consciousness for about twenty minutes. I knew that he wouldn't kill me, not if I was the one person that could somehow bring back his Charlotte. I had to somehow use that to my advantage, and make him feel like he was hurting her, not me.
"Tristan, baby. Why are you hurting me?" I winced at the pain and feeling of the blood trickling down my skin.
"I'm sorry, Charlotte. I'm almost done, I promise. Just a little bit more," he seemed to soften.
"It hurts so bad," I began to cry, and I wasn't sure if I was acting or they were real.
He kept dragging the blade down my arm, coming dangerously close to a vein, but slightly missing it, and finally, the pain ended. But not long after he stopped cutting, did he apply what looked like rubbing alcohol into the long cut.
"Shit!" I gasped at the horrible pain.
"I'm making it better, baby, hold on."
He said it as if he truly believed that he was making it better by dumping the contents of the clear bottle into my long, deep cut. The pain was excruciating and burned like no other pain I'd ever experienced in my life before, and suddenly I felt like I was losing myself.
Everything started to fade at the edges, and Tristan's attractive face was blurry. His worried look turned into a devious smile as if he suddenly knew what he was doing and it was all apart of his plan What plan, though? The last thing I saw was Tristan coming towards me with a cloth, and placing it other my mouth and nose before everything went black.
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