Darkness

Three

Mia

"You're going to tell me everything wrong you've done." I hissed, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.

"What, so you send me back into that court house, ha ha, no fucking chance." He crossed his arms.

"Fuck you, I already had that chance." I spat, glaring at the road in front of me.

"Anyway, why are you kidnapping me?" He asked, plastering a cocky smirk onto his lips.

I had enough. I slammed the brakes, causing him to jump in fright.

"What I did back there, that was called saving you from jail. You," I poked my finger into his face. "You attacked me, you hurt me, you punched me, leaving me cold, alone and afraid in an alleyway. I had every right to send you to jail, but I chose to show you some damn mercy, but here you are smirking and making fucking jokes."

"I'm sorry, I'm just, not very good at this whole trusting people thing." He admitted.

"And I'm taking you on a road trip, because as you know my mum and family aren't happy with me, so it's probably better to give them space."

"Okay." He muttered.

"Where to start?"

"Hur?" He frowned.

"Where to start, who are you, Adam Joans?"

"Why is it whenever you say my name it's like poison?"

"Because it is." I stated coldly.

We sat in silence, the only sound which could be heard was the rushing of the other cars on the motor way.

"Let's play twenty questions?" I finally broke the silence, he shrugged and agreed.

"I'll go first," i tapped the wheel, trying to think of a question. "When was the first time you got arrested?"

"Thirteen, I mean I wasn't arrested, but I was put In a young offenders jail, my turn," he smirked, and I had to physically prevent myself from slapping him. "Wheres your dad, he wasn't there today."

Ouch. Fuck him.

"Dead." I replied, trying to hide my emotions.

"I'm sorry." He muttered. I grunted, showing I wanted to move on.

"What was the worst day of your life?" I asked. He looked thoughtful before answering.

"Watching my mum go to prison, not only because I got thrown into a fucking dodgy care home, but I knew she was innocent."

I snored . "Maybe as innocent as you were today."

"Stop it," He yelled. "Never insult my mother."

"Sorry." I shrugged. He scratched the back of his neck and sighed.

"I was 12, I think when I got diagnosed with anger problems. But then no one did a thing about it. After my mum got taken away, that's when it got out of control, I used to hurt people at the care home, not badly, but enough to stop anyone from wanting me and I got quite a reputation. When I was 13 or 14, that was the first time I was caught stealing, I was sent to a centre, where I got pushed around by older and tougher kids, the only way to survive it was to join a gang. I can't really remember my 15th year, that's when the alcohol found me, or I found it."

I took a deep breath.

"Look, Adam, you'd don't have to go on if you don't want to, I can see it's hurting-"

"Shit got outta control and everything just became pretty dark and then suddenly all the years have past and then you find yourself, an 18 year old, homeless, jobless and nearly got arrested. So forgive me if I can't trust anyone, or forgive me if I was surprised when you didn't turn me in."

I nodded, accepting his words. I kept driving, until I turned into a small village. Adam looked up, recognising the place instantly. I parked in front of a block of flats, remembering the place from a week ago, when I was attacked outside the place.

"Thanks for the ride, I guess, even though you took the extra long route."

"Not so fast, Joans, I meant what I said, I'm going to change you. Meet me here tomorrow 2pm, sharp." I snapped. He nodded.

I watched him walk off, almost instantly I saw a group of about five looking men crowd around him, they passed him a cigarette and disappeared off inside. I sighed.

How do you save someone, who doesn't even believe they need saving?

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A/n

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