Nightmares (A SeaMexican Fanfiction)

Hospital

Adam POV:

" Max.. I know things are hard, but only a little while longer. Please don't. Please don't do it. Please don't leave me." I say into the phone, trying hard not to cry. I hear the yelling, but I try to keep his attention and stay calm, then I hear Max speak.

"I'm sorry Adam. I can't. Goodbye." With that he hangs up the phone. I bang my fists on my steering wheel and quickly put my phone back in my pocket,then I start my car and drive somewhat frantically to Max's house.

When I get there I can hear the yelling from outside. I quickly rush onto the porch and try to open the door, finding it locked, I start to pound on the door, when it opens.

"What the fuck do YOU want?" Says Max's dad, who has a very strong smell of alcohol on him. I push past the drunk asshole and head to the bathroom, navigating my way, poorly might I add, through the house. Max's dad then grabs me by my shirt and brings me close to his face.

"Get the FUCK out of my house!" His dad says, then I do something I would only do for Max. I punch his father in his smug ass, drunk as fuck, face. Then I go down a hallway and try to open a door that's locked. I then kick the door enough to where I break it and I can get in to the tiny bathroom. I climb over the door and enter the bathroom, stopping short when I see Max. I rush to the bathtub, pulling him out carefully. I grab a towel off the shelf beside me and wrap his wrists to try and stop the bleeding, then I pull my phone out and call an ambulance.

-Small Time Skip-

I sit in the waiting room of the hospital, listening to the police asking Max's parents a bunch of questions that they half ass answer, while pretending to be concerned. I cross my arms as the police ask more questions, I temperately block out the voices with my thoughts.

Max was so close to being 18... So close to leaving... What happened to make him do it? What happened to th-

I am interrupted by Max's dad's voice. "We came home, worried because he hasn't answered his phone or texted us. So I went to look for him and the bathroom door was locked, so I kicked it in and-" he stopped, producing fake tears and worry. I stand up and walk over to them, not caring if the police are there too.

"Both of you are pathetic! You don't give a shit about Max, so stop pretending! I found him! I pulled him out of the tub! I was on the phone with him before he did it, and you know what? I heard you yell to him! I know what you do to Max behind closed doors, so don't you dare ever fucking pretend to care about him because you could give two shits about him, the both of you!" I finish, looking at them both who give me evil looks in return. I walk away from them and out into the hallway, leaning up against the wall and then sliding down it to rest on the floor. I let the tears escape my eyes and before I know it I'm sobbing on the floor in the middle of the hallway, while my thoughts are just a jumbled mess all about Max.