I'm still kissing Jack when I realize this is awful. I hop off of him and say, "I'm sorry, I have to go." I run out of the house and don't look back. I'm shaking from what just happened I can't do this. I need to go to San Diego now. I can't believe this is the moment where I realize how much I love Adym. I had to hurt me and him to realize he is the one. I'm looking at my phone will driving, which I know I shouldn't. I book a plane ticket for the next thirty minutes and I run a red light. I hear honks and I throw my phone out of my hands. I can't believe I just did that! I always told myself not to be distracted while I drive and here I am almost killing myself. I'm at the airport with no luggage, just myself. I show them my ticket on my phone and they quickly scan me. I text Adym, "I'm coming to San Diego, it's an emergency. I'll meet you at your room." I send the text and make my way to the plane. My heart is beating so incredibly fast. I begin to cry silently because of my actions. I'm such a horrible person, did Adym ever feel like this? I've never cheated on anyone in my entire life. My emotional exhaustion makes me fall asleep for the next hour.
I wake up to turbulence and us landing. I check my phone and see Adym replied to my text, "Okay baby, I'll wait for you. I hope everything is okay. I love you." FUCK, I feel so incredibly guilty. I hope he will forgive me. I practically run off the plane and find the nearest taxi. I tell him the hotel address and I lay back in the seat. I need to calm down, all we did was kiss. I regret it so much. My whole body feels disgusting. I block Jack on everything so there is no way we can be in touch. I just can't be friends with him right now, it wouldn't be fair.
After half and hour, I'm here. I text Adym, "What's your room number?" He texts back, "805" I make my way to the front desk and ask where room 805 is, they point up the stairs and to the left. My heart feels like it is beating incredibly faster than usual and my breathe is faint. This is it, this is his room. I knock on the door and I am face to face with Adym. He looks at me and tilts his head a bit, "What's wrong baby?" I grab his hand and drag him outside to the parking lot. I'm crying at this point and I'm such a mess. "Kat, what's wrong?" I blurt out, "I cheated on you, I'm so sorry. I hate myself for what I have done and I'm begging you, please don't leave me. You're my everything and I know I'm a monster. I'm so sorry Adym, please." He looks down at the ground and he doesn't speak for a minute. That hurts the most, just the painful silence. He speaks, "Kat, with who?" I tell him, "Jack. I promise to never see him again if it means being with you. I blocked him on everything. Please baby, please!" He comes towards me and hugs me. "It's okay, it's okay." I look at him and ask, "What do you mean?" He replied back, "I have cheated on you multiple times and you stuck by my side each and every time, I'd be such an asshole just to leave you because of this one thing. Did you have sex with him?" I yell back, "No! We only kissed, I promise Adym." He takes a breath and says, "Thank god, I thought it was going to be much worse than that. It's okay, Kat. Sure I'm upset and all, but I won't leave you." I stop crying as hard and hold him so tight. He asks, "So, you're staying with us, right?" I hadn't even thought of that, but now I can't think of leaving Adym just for a second. "Sure, I'd love you." He grabs my hand and we make our way back to the hotel room. I feel so much better that this is off of my chest. I still feel horrible and I always will, all that matters is that I have you, Adym Alyxander Yorba.
(A.N- HAAA DOUBLE UPDATE BITCHES! Inspiration came from CcPaul! Enjoy!)
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Right My Wrongs (Adym Alyxander Yorba)
FanficAdym Alyxander Yorba is 20 years old and is happily living his life out in Van Nuys. He's producing music and is possibly getting a record deal. He has over 1 million fans on musically and he has numerous fans on all other social media. He's living...