What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Twenty Five || Fall, Crash and Burn

Yessssss it really is me!! Anyways, read the author note at the end for more! Happy reading!

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I raise an eyebrow at him as I wait for a response.

"When I tell you this, I can't stress this enough, this was when I was young and reckless. You know that my childhood wasn't all that great, my parents were terrible people. It was just something that had happened considering everything that had happened." James explains to me as I'm sitting there beside him patiently waiting for him to tell me.

I nod to him. Of course, I knew all of this, we had this conversation months ago. This is in no way news to me. But, the idea that there is more to the story  is certainly intriguing. "Just stop dragging this on and tell me. I know all about everything you have told me."

"Well, during the times when my house was tense, my sister and I would hang out with some of the kids of our parents close employees just to get out of the house and away from our parents. They were the same age as us and considering the fact that Autumn is only a year younger than me, so naturally my friends became her friends. Most of the people who were in this group ranged from fifteen year olds to eighteen year olds. We weren't the type of people to just sit around and talk. We did things and dangerous things." He paused and looked at me and I just raised an eyebrow at him. Can he not just tell me already? I am dying to know already.

My best guess is that he guesses by my facial expression that I want him to continue, so he does.

"Anyways, we'd do all sorts of things. I remember a few times we'd scale buildings and climb them. We'd steal from drugstores and a number of others. I remember getting into a lot of fights and then having to come home and get hit for getting hit. We drank so much that underage drinking never really seemed to matter. Of course, there was drugs within this situation as well and I'd like to tell you that it never went further than weed, but I'd be lying."

I frown at the statement. This all sounds so terrible. When I look at James and his soft blue eyes, I don't see this troubled sixteen year old. I see my James. I see him as all he is and how hard he works for the important things in his life.

He slumps down in his seat. "We'd drive these cars and it was fast and dangerous. It was fun, but I'm lucky that my car never flipped or crashed, but I can't say the same for everyone else. I lost a lot of people that were important to me during that time of my life to cars, to drugs, to alcohol, to falling off the buildings, but that was only one fell off a building thankfully. I lost some of the most influential people of my childhood. It was absolutely horrendous."

I'm stunned by his confession. Never in my life would I ever of imagined him to be the type to do these sorts of things. His sister? Yes. Him? Absolutely not. I suppose that it is true that his life had completely turned around when he was adopted.

"If you you say all these things that happened were around your sister, then how come when you got adopted, she didn't?" I ask him.

"She did. It wasn't until she was seventeen that she ran away from that home. During that time, I believe that she was doing just fine, but it wasn't until she got a letter from our parents that everything she had worked so hard to get away from was completely ruined," he pauses for a moment. "After I heard this story I asked to read that letter, but she wouldn't let me. I don't know what was said in that letter, but I do know that it caused her to do the unthinkable."

I look at him for a moment. His face shows all signs of deep stress within. I feel terrible for him.

I wanted him to not have to deal with all these terrible things that he had worked to get away from. But of course, here I am bringing up all the past events that he so desperately was trying to forget.