Lost After Midnight

•Fuck My Life•

{•Edited•}
~Amor's POV~

"How are you doing, peach?" Zurine asks once he finally makes it over to the house. I shrug, side hugging him. Him and Nina high five before he goes out back. Marcus went to the front to go meet with Adriel. The name sounds familiar, but it's no one I've ever spent time around; then again I don't spend time around anyone.
"I think you'll like Adriel," Nina says, throwing her arm over my shoulders. "Or you could hate him. There's no between." I sigh, hoping he isn't an asshole. It took me long enough to get used to the way Marcus is and that only started to happen when he started loosening up, showing that he wasn't a total prick.
The door opens and he comes in with the boy behind him. They're around the same height, maybe, 6'3, towering over Nina and I. Nina gives him a quick hug before returning back to my side. Once I can get a good look, I can tell I've seen him before.
"This is Amorita," she tells him. He offers his hand, surprising me with his manners. I shake his hand, forcing a smile. His eyes are a light shade of honey brown, almost looking yellow, but also having spots of green.
"Dearly beloved," he says. I nod.
"What?" Marcus asks.
"That's what her name means," he tells him. "I'm sure everyone calls you Amor though, correct?" I nod again. "It's a beautiful name."
"Thank you," I say, feeling uncomfortable at the compliment. His eyes snake over my body, making me shift and pull Nina closer to me.
"Let's go the back; dinner's done," I tell her. She agrees and gestures for them to follow. My dad clearly tenses at the sight of Adriel. I'm lucky I've never taken an interest into any boys, not wanting to know what would happen if I did. He's said plenty of times that he would rather me live alone for the rest of my life with fifty dogs; at this rate that's where I'll be in twenty years.
"I'm Adriel," he introduces himself, offering his had. Surprisingly, my dad shakes his head, still glaring. If looks could kill, this boy would be dead. "I'm Marcus's friend."
"Good to know," my dad says, not caring anymore that he knows it's nothing he needs to worry about. We make our to the corner of the yard and sit down, Nina on Marcus's lap.
"Why didn't you sit on mine?" Adriel asks me, patting his lap. I roll my eyes. "Come on, I don't bite...without consent." Gross.
"Leave her alone," Nina tells him. He scuffs, not looking away from me. I want to run upstairs and bury myself in my blankets with a book, but that would be rude to Zurine.
"I'm just having some fun. She knows that. Right, Amor?" He says, rolling the dramatically. The way he says my names sends a shiver down my spine, and not the good kind either.
"Sure," is all I say, getting up and making my way over to my mom. It's a weird parental situation, but I've called her mom since I was eight. My birth mom is in the picture, but I choose to be here instead of with her. I get along better with Zane than I do with my actual mom.
"How was the session?" She asks.
"It was the same as always. I accidentally snapped at him," I tell her. She cringes, crossing her thin arms. "It's still not helping. I think I should just stop going." She turns her whole body towards me, her arms dropping.
"You know your dad won't let that happen until we see results," she tells me.
"It makes me feel worse. Imagine having to go to therapy every week; it wouldn't help you at all. What would help, is feeling normal." She sighs, brushing her hair out of her face.
"I'll talk to him about it, but I don't think I can shake him that much." It was never a thought that we could, just a hope. She looks over to where I was just sitting. "That boy's cute."
"I guess," I say. "He's kind of a jerk."
"He's a hot jerk then," she says. I glare playfully at her. "Why's he a jerk?"
"I don't know really, just get that vibe," I tell her. She shrugs, taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna go back, but can you please talk to him tonight?"
"Of course, just try to have a good time." She kisses my cheek and I go back to my seat. Adriel gets up from where he's sitting next to Marcus and moves to me. I move further away.
"Playing hard to get?" He asks, smirking. If I wasn't a nice person, I would slap that smirk right off of him; or beat him with a bread roller.
"No, you're just making me uncomfortable,"
I tell him, my voice barely going above a whisper. He taps his ear. "I know you heard me. I wasn't that quiet."
"I'm just teasing, beautiful." My cheeks heat up, but I roll my eyes. "I don't see you around much at school."
"I don't see much of anyone there either. I stay where people avoid," I tell him. "The library."
"So you're a book nerd?"
"I'm not a nerd."
"She's a total nerd," Nina says, laughing. "Always has been." I look down at my lap, trying to take deep breaths. "But she's a cute one, so I deal with her." Our nowhere, he shoots up.
"I gotta go," he says.
"You just got here," Marcus tells him, disappointed. It must have felt nice to be around another boy instead of two girls for once.
"Yeah, it wasn't my intention to stay long," he says. "I'll text you later." He grabs his jacket from the chair and runs out through the side gate. Marcus takes in a shakeup breath.
"That was weird. Is he okay?" Nina asks him. He nods, his body language making it obvious he's lying.
"WHO GOT THIS MAN A NEW BREAD ROLLER?!" My dad yells.
"WAHAAA!"
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~Adriel's POV~

I run inside as fast as I can, breathing heavily. I'm immediately overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. My father walks out from the kitchen, looking just as horrible as ever, but also just as put together as he always does. I put my head down my instinct as he walks closer, making sure not to make eye contact.
"You were supposed to be home twenty minutes ago," he says. I stay quiet, not sure what the right thing to say is; I never do with him. He smacks my head hard, making me look up. My jaw clenches from anger, but I know I can't do anything. "You can't talk?"
"I'm sorry, sir," I say, still trying my best to avoid eye contact. The last time I fought back against him wasn't good for me the next day. I woke to the singing of the leather belt he's used to hit me with since I was five.
"Upstairs," he orders. I take a deep breath, turning around. My eyes sting with tears, but I deny them their release. The last time he even seen a tear come from my eye he called me a coward and locked me in a closet for three hours.
I remove my shirt and kneel in front of my bed, taking deep breaths. I should have known better than to go out tonight when he would be off of work earlier than usual. I should have paid more attention. The sound of the metal on the belt makes me tense more than I already am.
I stay completely still as he comes closer, trying to calm myself down. If my natural defensive instincts kick in, I'm gonna end up making this worse for myself. The rough leather slashes at my skin, making my hands automatically clench into fists, my nails digging into my palms. A tear escapes my eye as I stare directly at the floor, trying my best not to show the amount of pain he's inflicting.
He continues his actions for about fifteen minutes before stumbling out of the room, slamming my door behind him. My arms give out and I fall into my side, groaning loudly, trying not to roll onto my back. Fuck my life.

AN: I'm already starting to freaking love this story. Getting more into depth with Adriel, but there is still a lot more to his character. I hope you guys enjoyed!
Question: What do you think about their immediate relationship with each other? What do you think about Adriel?
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