Lost After Midnight

•Take A Break•

           {•Unedited•}
                          ~Amor's POV~

      "So you're finally acting like a teenager to a certain degree. I'm proud," Dr.Luz says, setting his notepad to the side. "Is it the same guy were saying annoys the hell out of you?" I nod. "Interesting."
    "Yeah," I say. "I don't know, he makes me feel something other than anxiety. He's a good guy that just annoys me." He chuckles, his bouncing his knee.
     "You know we're gonna have talk about it, right?" He asks. I nod, looking down. I was hoping he wouldn't bring it up. "Your father let me know about your suicide attempt with..."
     "Pills, my antidepressants," I answer. "I regret it, but at the time it felt right. Everything god too much, I felt like I was shutting down, so just wanted to get out of there for good."
    "Did you hear something you just said?" He asks. I shake my head, not understanding what he's trying to say. "You regret it, but at the time it felt right. That's how it will be if you ever try again. You'll always feel like you'll regret it afterwards." My eyes search him, taking in what he said. "You're a beautiful women with an amazing support system, always think about that. You have so much to live for and I think you're starting to see that too."
     "Thank you." We get up and walk to the door. Adriel stands up for the seat, stopping when he sees Dr.Luz.
    "You must be the annoying boyfriend," he says, offering his hand.
    "And you're the therapist that looks more like model," he says. I glare at him. "Sorry, it's nice to meet you."
    "The pleasure is mine. Take care of her." He gesture to his next patient and walks back in the office. Adriel grabs my hand and walks me out of the waiting room.
    "I wasn't expecting a damn tattooed model to be your therapist," he says once we're in the car. "How did he even get that job with all those?"
   "He doesn't normally wear short sleeves and it's more about his work than his looks," I tell him. He rolls his eyes and starts driving. "Don't be like that?"
    "Like what? Insecure because your therapist is more attractive than me?" I sigh, looking out the window.
    "He's my therapist...and like ten years older than me," I say. "Plus, it's not like he catches my eye." He grins, glancing over at me.
    "I do though," he says cheekily.
     ••••••••

     "Can you stop and focus on your work?" I ask, turning my away from my homework. He's been playing with my hair distracting me for the last twenty minutes. For someone who said he wanted me to come over here to do homework, he isn't doing anything. He lays down on his back, wincing. "And not stare at me?"
    "I can't help but stare, you're beautiful." My face heats up again as I try to hide my small smile. "And so pure looking. Sexy."
    "Stop," I say with a laugh.
   "You're no fun." He sits up again and wraps his arms around me. "Just take a break for a minute."
    "I have to finish this. I'm almost done," I tell him. He kissing my shoulder, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. His lips move against my skin, his tongue just barely touching me. I shiver runs through my body.
     "Take a break," he repeats, reaching a hand around and tilting my head back. I'm in no way able to protest because of the feeling. I close my eyes, sighing.
    "Just for a little bit." Chuckling, he pulls me down, moving from behind me. Getting above me, my hands slip into his hair as out lips meet. My mind takes me back to the dream I had about us. I didn't think it would come true, but here we are making out in his bed with his hands roaming over my body like he's searching for something. I didn't think I would, but I love the way it feels.
"You feel so good against me," he says against my lips, holding himself up in his elbows. I look into his eyes, my hands starting to shake. "You okay? Is this too much? We can-"
"I'm fine," I tell him. He hesitates from doing anything. I lean up, pressing my lips back to his. He clenches my thighs, wrapping them around his waist. My eyes widen as he slowly starts drawing his hands up my thighs. "D-don't," I say, my words hardly understandable.
     Four years ago
          "Don't move too much," Kev says quietly through clenched teeth. Tears are streaming down my face and I'm too exhausted to move from trying to fight him off. I learned yesterday night and the night before to not even try getting away, but I couldn't help it.
     His hand slips into my underwear, making me sob. "Stop," I cry.
    "Stop fucking crying so loud."
      "Hey, hey, hey," Adriel says, pulling away. I hadn't realized how hard I was starting to breath and a few tears have slipped from my eyes. "Did I do something wrong?" He asks.    
    "N-no," I say, my voice cracking. We both sit up, the scene replaying in my head. "I-I just need to go home."
    "Okay, but....I didn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything did I?" His eyes search mine. I lean in and peck him in the lips.
    "You didn't do anything. I'm sorry."
   •••••••
       
        I rush inside the house, still breathing hard and eyes watery. It was quiet the whole ride here, neither of us saying a peep. It was obvious he wanted to say something, but knew it wasn't a good time. Every now and the we would accidentally make eye contact, looking at each other at the same time.
     I've never felt so embarrassed and that's saying lot for me. There I was with an insanely attractive boy in his bed, kissing him, but having a damn panic attack. And for him to think he was the cause of it bothers me. I'm not ready to explain what happened all those nights I would be at mothers when she was seeing Kev, so I tried my best to let him know it wasn't his doing; telling my dad was hard enough for me.
    "What's wrong?" My mom asks, coming out from the kitchen in a panic. I sit down at the dining table, running my hands through my hair. "Doesn't Adriel usually walk you to the door?" Oh god, she's trying to piece together stuff and it'll make him look bad.
     "I-I didn't want him to," I tell her.
     "Does he need to...leave? Like leave leave? Like...leave and never ever come back leave?" My eyes widen as I look up at her. "I've been with your father for far too long. Murder is never the answer."
    "Depends on the case."
    "You've spent too much time around him too." I chuckle, wiping my tears. She sits down on the chair next to me. "What happened though? You've calmed down a little bit, but you were panicked."
    "I-It's nothing," I lie. She crosses her arms, giving me her best strict mom looks. Santi always says that it just looks like she's confused when she gives him the look...and he's not wrong.
    "Talk to me," she says. I sigh, nodding. It's better to talk things out, than to keep it inside Dr.Luz once told me. I've been taking his advise more than usual; he actually knows what he's doing when you let him help.
     "Did dad tell you about what happened when I was younger? With Kev?" She stays quiet, looking away from me. "It's fine if he did. He tells you everything."
    "Then yes, I just thought you wouldn't want me to ask you about it or try to console you," she explains. I give her a small, forced smile. My smiles have been more genuine lately, so when they're like this I hate it more. It feels like steps back even though I know I can't help it.
    "Well, I was just with Adriel at his house, like you know, and we started...kissing," I say, uncomfortable telling her this. She doesn't look bothered at all. "His hands started moving...there and I just started thinking about what happened with Kev; it was like he was the one trying to touch me, not Adriel. I had a panic attack; I didn't even realize I was at first because I was just thinking about what happened."
     She lets out a shaky breath, leaning back in the chair. Everyone says Santi looks more like my dad, but when she's worried and not smiling you can see a very strong resemblance. I don't think she's aged a day since I first met her; she looks almost the exact same. She says her secret is "staying away from toxic people and fruit."
     "Did you tell him that? What did he do?" She asks. I can tell she doesn't know what she's supposed to say.
    "He thought he did something wrong. I told him over and over again that it wasn't his fault, but I can tell he doesn't believe me. I'm not ready to tell him what happened," I tell her. "I'm humiliated by thinking about it around him, so I can't imagine what it would feel like to give an actual explanation."
      "I know you're not ready, but he deserves a reason. If you don't want to go into depth, don't. If he doesn't respect that, forget him. But if you don't tell him something, he's just gonna keep thinking he caused you to panic," she says. I seriously hate that everyone around me is always right. "I like him for you, he's a good kid...from what I've seen."
    "You sound like dad."
    "And if he hurts you will have the boys, including the little one, go over there and beat his ass; Santi can drive the get away car." The image of that happening pops in my head and I can't help but laugh. The door opens and Don runs in, slamming the door behind her, bread roller in hand. "What's going on?"
     "The mailman was flirting with me and Zurine started looking his breadroller. I snuck out the back," she answers , breathing hard. "I need to get rid of this thing."
    "He has more," I tell her.
    "Why the hell did I marry that idiot?"

    AN: Wahaha I love foreshadowing soooo much. I'm evil with this one hehehe. I realized I haven't had Don in this story much at all other than some mentions, so I'm gonna include her more. My favorite thing about this story is the family dynamic, so I really hope you guys like that too and don't get annoyed with them popping up so much when this is supposed to be about the romance of two people. I really hope you guys enjoyed it!
    Question: What do you think I'm foreshadowing? 😈 Also, what do you Adriel's reaction will be if she tells him what happened?
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