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Chapter 3 - Silence

The night went by really fast, the nervous wreck that Adam was feeling made him stood awake all night. This problem was getting huge and Adam couldn't help it in any way... He was feeling overwhelmed by a have of emotions.

Trying to stay as awake as possible, Adam decided to make himself a big cappuccino, something that would calm him down and would provide him with energy enough to stay up the rest of the night. The sun went up in the blue sky of London. Today was a different day from the grey and dark weeks that went by. Hoping to have some news from the following investigations, Adam changed channels to his favourite news channel. Nothing, no news from the events. Seems that his lawyer was already stepped ahead on this. Zapped through all news channels available on the cable and nothing. 

"Hey, you'll break the remote if you keep zapping that way!" - Tom scared the shit out of Adam.

"Fuck Tom... Why are you so sneaky, man? Could you just, you know, warned you're coming?"

"Sorry, still in sleep mode. And you? Were you awaked all night? You know that your lawyer is dealing with the situation. Just calm down and let's make breakfast."

Tom went straight to the fridge, grab some eggs, sausages and bacon. Starts preparing everything while Adam prepared coffee.

Minutes went by and no talk was done, Adam was tired and really needed a good nap. After breakfast, Tom ran to the guest room, where he slept and came back with a box. A box that Adam recognized immediately.

"You still have it? How?" - Adam was shocked, that box was the first place where Adam hid his weed and joints when he came to London.  A friend of his gave it to him as a welcoming gift. Adam then gave to Tom as a welcoming gift as well, when Tom came to live with him.

"Of course, how could I leave it? Or give it to someone else. You gave it to me, bro. But that's not important. You know what I have in here and I know you're in need of one." - Tom opened the box and started preparing his.

Adam after processing the information laugh loudly. 

"What? What's happening?" - Tom was confused.

"You forgot that I do have a special place in here, the one that I've told you to not go to?"

"Yesssss?" - Tom now was getting more confused.

"Ok, just stop that, come and let me show you something." - Adam grabbed the box and placed it over the coffee table near the sofa that Tom was.

Adam went down the hall not saying a word. Enter his room and behind his closes, there was a small door.

"Ok, I know about this door. What's behind it?"

"Well open it." - Adam grabbed his neckless and gave it to Tom. A key was hanging in there, that was the same size as the keyhole. 

"You bitch, you had it with you all the time?"

"Open the damn door and you'll find out why." - Tom went silent.

Tom inserted the key and opened the door. Behind it, a new room was there,  lights as dimmed as his original closet but wider.  After entering it Tom realized that Adam had a room dedicated to weed, joints, rolling papers and tobacco, everything well displaced and labelled. A big sofa covered the majority of the room allowing probably up to 20 people to be there.

Tom was shooked. The room was a bigger version of the small wooden box that he was holding before.

Adam grabbed some already done joints, some specials that he had been saving for when Tom found out about the room.

Tom followed him to the living room and then to the balcony. No words were said. After a while, Adam was surprised by the awkward silence from Tom.