Avery never had it easy. Before her dad left 6 months ago, her life had been a wreck. After his disappearance, she's been trying to find a way to mend the pieces that were taken along with her dad. Will she find herself again or will she need some h...
I open my eyes, yawning as I stretch my sore limbs. Me and Adam drove for a little while when he decided that we should stay in a motel for the night so that we can sleep and then get back on the road tomorrow.
The next motel was only a couple of miles out and I must have fallen asleep.
Adam is pulling into the motel as I wake up. I sit up and let out a little whimper. My face burns and my wrist is starting to throb.
"Where's the medicine?" I ask holding my head. He reaches down and picks it up from the floor of the passenger seat. He hands it to me and gives me the rest of his water. "Thanks," I say as I take the medicine and lie back down.
He parks the car and states that he's going to get us a room. I close my eyes and turn on my side, curling up in the back seat. I dose off until I feel Adam pick me up out of the car.
He walks through the motel until we get to the room. He struggles with the key and I gently grab it from his fumbling hands and put it in, opening the door. "Thanks," he mumbles as he walks through the door and kicks it shut.
"Thanks for helping me," I say, starting to feel bad for putting him through all this. "It's no proble-," he's cut off by his cellphone ringing in his pocket.
He walks over to the bed and sets me down carefully before he answers his phone.
"Hello. Mum. Mu-. MUM. Yes. No I'm fine. I had to help a friend." He says as he looks at me. "No I'll be home tomorrow. I know. Yes. Okay. Love you too." He hangs up the phone and puts his hand through his hair.
"Sorry," he says, taking off his shoes and walking over to me. "It's fine. I know how moms can be." I say as I look at him.
"Hey... do you think I can use your phone? I wanna call my mom and make sure she's okay." He hands me his phone without hesitation. I quickly dial my moms number and start to hear my heart pounding in my chest.
It goes to voicemail.
I try again but she still doesn't answer. I hand him back his phone and curl into the bed. "She didn't pick up," I mumble, staring at the wall.
He sits down next to my curled up body and rubs patterns on my back, causing me to slowly close my eyes.
"She's gonna be okay you know." He says as he stops rubbing my back and starts to undo my shoes. When he's done, he gets up and moves to the other side of the bed, laying down next to me.
I feel him tense as I start to move to lay on his chest. I feel him relax beneath me, as he puts his hand on my back, rubbing patterns up and down my spine.
"Tell me about yourself," I mumble, too lost in my comfort. "What do you want to know?" He asks as he settles more comfortably on the bed. "Anything," I say simply.
"Well," he clears his throat, "my full name is Adam Harris Taylor ll , and I was born in England. My mums name is Marie Lewis Taylor, and my fathers name is.." he hesitates, pausing briefly before clearing his throat and starting again. "My fathers name was Adam Harry Taylor l."
He stops, staring at the ceiling. "I'm sorry." I say as I start to move over, an attempt to give him space.
"Don't. Please." He pleads as he pulls me to him, putting his head in my neck. I can feel his warm breath as he breathes slightly uneven.
"Okay, okay." I run my hands through his hair to try and calm him down.
As I feel his breathing even out, my eyes start to shut, taking me into a restless sleep.
A/N
What's wrong with me 😭😭 My emotions are everywhere.
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