Hold Me Darling (Adam Young / Owl City Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

I went to my window and thought of Adam. If it weren't for him, I'd loathe Owatonna and be okay with going back to L.A.

But if it also weren't for him, I would never find happiness.

I looked at the stars that flickered. Only a few were showing, but I still wished to them. Please help my dad change his mind.

I sat there, feeling my head hurting. I felt so weak, but I didn't mind it.

I breathed through my mouth as for there were no air that can enter through my nose. It was all clogged up from the crying.

Adam and I are going to celebrate our 7th month tomorrow. Am I really going to break the ice and celebrate by saying im coming to my old city?! NO. Theres no way I'm gonna do that. And if I have to run away with Adam, I would.

Turns out my parents were just kind to Adam so that I could be loyal to the both of them and follow their stupid commands I never wanted to do anyways. Then again, I'm just their shadow.

And now, I lie awake in bed, wondering how I could tell Adam about this with our two months remaining. I'll never leave Adam and I'll do whatever it takes just for us to not get separated.

He was there when no one else was. He soothed the ringing in my ears. He helped me shut down the world and forget about my problems. Did my parents ever even help me cope up here? No. Only Adam did.

I slept the pain away (both the headache and the emotional pain) and never got out of my bed until 12 PM. I heard our car engine start up. I slowly swept my curtain and looked out. My parents were going somewhere again, like they always do. Leave without me knowing, plan without me knowing. I'm already 18. Shouldn't I have the liberty do things for myself?!

I went downstairs to check if Miranda was there. She wasn't there, but a note was. "Bri, Mom and Dad and I are going to Uncle John's today to fix the papers back to L.A. It's a long way, so we won't be home for two weeks. You were asleep so we didn't decide to wake you up.
-Miranda"

I laughed sarcastically at the note. Of course they had to leave me, thats how my life goes.

They leave me for days, come back, leave, come back. There's a part of me wishing that they never just did come back.

I went back to my room to brush my teeth and wash my face.

But instead of seeing the usual me I see everyday, I saw my face covered in blood, with a crusty trail coming out of my nose. I thought of it nothing serious, since it's winter and nosebleeds are common. I got out my phone, which was on my bedside table.

Brielle: Take me somewhere nice,

To some tired island

In your heart called paradise

I can think of a thousand ways

To get good and lost

Beyond these hopeless days

Adam: That would make good song lyrics! I never knew you could write so well.

Brielle: I'm seriously bored. Take me somewhere nice!

Adam: Okay, I think there's someone on your door, though.

I was befuddled, so I looked down my window.

Adam was there, with a big teddy bear and flowers, wearing a suit and tie.

Should I already tell Adam the truth? "No, Brielle, don't" I whispered to myself. I don't know how to live life without Adam.

I quickly went down and gave Adam a hug. "Happy 7 months!" He whispered to my ears, sending chills down my spine discs. "You too." I hugged him even tighter.

Tears cascaded down my faint cheeks as I thought of how I could tell Adam that I have to leave.. I quickly wiped them down, and smiled when he pulled of the hug.

But I won't, because there's no way I would leave him.

And besides, a lot of things can happen in 2 months. There's no telling.

I cooked Adam his favorite Enchiladas in the style of Applebee's, Ala Brielle. I want to make every moment with Adam count, even if I'm not really going to leave him, no matter what. He saw my bloodshot eyes and asked quickly.

"Why?! Whats wrong?!" He stood up from the couch. "I.... I watched this sad movie while making your Enchiladas." He frowned as I talked. "You should have waited for me so we could cry together, right?" He patted my back.

"Right." I raised my sleeves up and wiped my tears. He ate the Enchiladas I made. He would offer me some, and I'd eat. But I didn't have the appetite to, so I didn't eat a lot.

2 WEEKS WITH ADAM! My brain squealed. Here goes two weeks of crying, figuring out how I'd tell Adam that I'm leaving. Or at least that's what I think.

But then again, if Adam offers to run away with me, I'd grab it. Besides, im in the legal age.

I was resting my feet on Adam's lap and carefully looked for the moment to bring out the topic. "Adam," I said as I got up, about to take things seriously. "Yes?" He switched the TV off and brought his attention to me.

"My parents will be away for two weeks. Any plans?" I inquired.

"They will what? Didn't they just leave you yesterday?" Adam gave me a puzzled look, "Well it's not that I don't wanna see you, but why are they always away?" He finished.

I nodded. "I know, but they only left me with you for 2 days because the car broke, and they;re busy fixing things, so it's alright."

"So, let's go to Iowa?" I offered as I stood up, pretending I'm ready to go.

Pretending nothing's happening.

Pretending I'm happy.