Fire Meet Gasoline

Chapter Nineteen

Strong language! Emotional :(
Enjoy!
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Adam's pov

“Honey, your dad isn't mad at you anymore. Just call us. We want to know you're okay. Your Dad cares about you, a lot.”

I turned my phone off.

Your dad cares about you a lot.

Eat my shit! I'm never coming back home! I'm never going to talk to them again!

This shit was enough for me at the top of this shitty day.

Yesterday I fought with Lawrence. And I got to think, a lot about what happened.

And what did I find you?

I want to see him.

It's like a drug. I'd run and hug him if I'd see him somewhere.

But I know that's not gonna happen. Because life isn't a fairytale.

I have to go to work.

I sighed and picked up the phone, calling the guy who was giving me money for taking photos.

“This is Adam...”

“Oh, Adam.” He said in his deep voice. “I need you to talk the guy I've been telling you about the first time I called you. It's Lawrence Gordon. I'm sure you don't know him.”

I stopped.

I need the money... I really do.

“O.. Okay?”

“Great. 200$ per night. You take it?”

“I-I take it..” I struggled.

He hanged up.

Am I really gonna stalk my lover?

I took a deep breath.

Okay, Adam. It's just few days. You're not talking to him, so you'll just take a few photos of him---

But it's so bad! It's his privacy---

But you need the money, Stanheight. You don't have a choice. You can lose this job if you won't take it.

I took another deep breath.

Alright. Let's get this over with.

I Took my camera and went to the city.

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Timeskip; When Lawrence finished his work
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I watched my lover going from the hospital..

I was taking shots of him all the way.

You could say it's nothing different. But my hands were shaking so much.

It felt so bad doing this.

I followed him to the coffee shop, continuing my work.

He looks so sad. He totally isn't happy.

This proves that he isn't using me. He wouldn't look like this.

And I felt more guilty. I fought with him because of nothing.

I sighed and when Lawrence started driving home, I lost it.

I went back home, I put the camera down, sat on my chair and broke down in tears.

Because this was so bad. I'm gonna sell it now, his photos.

No. I can't take it anymore. I'm not going to stalk him anymore.

I picked my phone with shaking fingers I typed the number of the tall black guy, named Tapp, and rang him up.

“It's Adam. I--I'm sorry, sir, but I really can't stalk.. Gordon.”

“Why is that?”

“That's just my reason. But.. I have a few photos. Do you still want them?”

“Oh. Yeah. Give me what you have. I'll give you another address.”

“Thank you.”

And I hanged up the phone.

I inhaled and exhaled. And again.

Alright. Let's pretend I've never done this to him.

It's.. Me betraying him, when I take it like this.

And I totally don't want that.
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Timeskip; midnight
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It was midnight and yet I still couldn't sleep. I had dreams of Lawrence. I missed him.

When I woke up, I cried.

I remember the pain in his blue eyes. The tears on his cheeks that he didn't deserve. The heartbroken look on his face when I took the photos of him.

And it was all my fault.

I'm such an ass!

I want to apologize. So bad. But I don't know how to contact him.

I'm just afraid.
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Adam's biggest mistake is alive!

Will Lawrence find this out?

:ddd

Thanks for reading.
Love,
Rita.