Ace

8

July 16th, 2015

I found out what the 16 means.

They're coming today. My dad has set up extra security, but as for the house we've just kept an eye out. A police officer comes over every morning, and every morning we have more cards. I stopped sleeping after I found cards in my journal, specifically on every page where I wrote about Adam, which was a lot. I'm starting to think something is seriously going on. I'm hyped up on coffee and 29 hours of no sleep, and right now I don't care if he told me not to call. I pick up my phone and dial his number as I walk into the break room of the store. He doesn't pick up, but I call over and over again until he answers. "I told you not to call." he said in a low voice. "You told me there wasn't any service where you were." I snapped back. "I know we're not anything super serious right now, Adam, and as i'd love to be serious, I don't know if I can ever be serious with you if you keep lying to me." I said. It took a long while for him to respond. "Diamond eyes-"

"Don't call me that."
"Fine. Isaiah, I can't tell you what's going on. As much as i'd like to, I can't." he sounded like he was pulling all of this out of his ass. "..Adam, I feel like we have something special. I have strong feelings about you. You're helping me feel better about myself, and it's great. The moments i've spent with you, i'll never forget, but i'm not going to keep this up if you're not honest..something is going on and you're not telling me what it is. I'm scared, Adam." I think the stress of everything going on finally made me break, no matter how hard I tried to stop it, here I was again, breaking down in front of him (technically, in front of him) "Isaiah, don't cry..please." he said. "....i'm scared, too."

"Why the fuck are you scared?"
"Because I want to love you, but I know i'm only going to hurt you..i'm....i'm not a good guy, Isaiah. I've got a lot of fatal flaws."

"That's okay, i'm willing to listen..I won't judge you, Adam.."
"My name isn't Adam..my name is Ace."

Suddenly everything was pieced together perfectly, all of my questions were answered. "Ace. your name is....Ace" I said, starting to cry even harder. "You're the leader of that gang."

"...I am. I'm sorry."
"Is that why you got close to me? To get to the jewelry store? Calling me diamond eyes, telling me i'm the prettiest thing in the world..." I sniffled. This really, really hurt. "All because you wanted to fucking rob us."
"I-it's not like that...okay...It was at first, but I promise you...I really love you. You've helped me become a better person."
"You broke into my fucking house. Do you think you're clever? You read my journal. My private thoughts. All of them. You lied to me about your name. You did all of this...and as much as I fucking hate you...I love you..and I hate myself for that." I said, sobbing helplessly into my shirt. "Isaiah...I need to tell you something else."

"What."
"My gang is on their way to the store now."
"You're not being serious."
"I am. I'm sorry. Just...where are you?"
"At the fucking store, Ad-...Ace." I said, my heart was beating out of my chest, My body was trembling. "I'm on my way. You have to come with me, and you have to stay with me."
"For how long....?"
"Forever. The cops know i'm connected to you, they're going to think you worked for me."
I held back the urge to scream out angrily. "So I can't see my mom and dad anymore?"
"...I'm sorry..now, listen. Please. I need you to break your phone. Just destroy it, take the memory with you. Make sure it's unable to be used. When I get there, I want you to get in my car, the driver's side, and wait. When we get out, let me in, then drive. I'll tell you where to go." I shake my head in disbelief, just giving in. "Yeah, okay. Fine. is that all?"
"That's all."
"Okay..bye." I said, quickly hanging up. I decide to take my anger out on my phone. I completely destroy it as I was told to do. When that was done, I clutched my journal. Thank god I take it everywhere. I walked outside and waited. Soon enough he arrived, and I glared at him the whole time as I got in the car. I waited, I heard police sirens and screaming, but I stayed. I stayed because it was already too late to go back. When he got in with his crew, I drove. I drove fast, with a straight face. I listened to his commands. When we finally got away from the cops, he told me to stay inside his room while a few of them went to go destroy the evidence. I stayed. People came in, a small looking person with blonde hair, paired with a tall man with dyed greenish hair (note: no, not harley quinn and the joker). I heard they went by king and queen. Another person came in, a weird looking man with tattoos all over. He asked questions about my life, but then answered every one of them himself. His eyes were pure crazy. The next one, a girl came in with long crimped hair. She was curious, until a man pulled her out of the room telling her not to be rude. I just waited. I'm still waiting. Will he even come back? I'll sign off for now. Thank you for reading. Maybe i'll write again after some major thinking.

-Isaiah