Adam
"Here," she mumbled as she pulled into the car park. I nodded, and we both sat in silence.
My head was beginning the hurt, as my I felt myself sober up.
"Thanks for today." I muttered, looking out the window.
"No problem, it was almost fun." She teased, smirking lightly.
"Okay, same time tomorrow?" I asked hopefully, she smiled.
"Of course."
"Bye." I Replied, beginning the walk into the flats, until I heard her voice.
"Oh and Adam, please try to be sober tomorrow."
And with that she was gone. I envied how easy it was for her to escape. All she had to do was get into her car and drive, as far away as she wanted. I mean she could drive for days and never look back. It was easy for people like her to runaway, with traveling and money. money and background, thats what makes it easy for normal people.
But I found myself smilling, I had a good day with her.
Don't Adam, you can't like her. You'll never make her happy.
And with that my mood changed, I no longer felt happy. I felt guilty for feeling happy, i had done too much shit.
With a sad shrug of my shoulders, I trailed into the flat loby, dragging my feet across the green, sickly coloured carpet and sighed. Soon I saw a person emerging from the stairs, their jet black hair and trail of smoke was hard to miss, my breath hitched.
"What do you want, Jace." I mumbled, feeling incredibly immitiated by his presence.
"My money, Joans, remember?" He snarled.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied, backing away from him, but he stopped me. Reaching out towards me, he grabbed me by the collar and roughly smashed me into a wall, causing it to sink a little and groan by my weight.
"You don't think I saw you smiling at that little bitch, hur?"
I gasped.
"What the fuck has she got to do with this?" I yelled, the familla feeling of anger at the pit of my stomach growing.
"It was so hard before," He laughed. "You had no one, Joans, no one who I could threaten you with. If you don't get me my money by next Tuesday, be sure, she'll be paying for your mistakes."
"You wouldn't," I screamed. "You wouldn't hurt her." I raised my fist up, ready to smash his face in, but he caught my arm before I had a chance.
He smirked. "I'm serious this time, i don't care, I am angry. I know where she lives, so telling her to stay away won't work, it's a small town, you know."
"How much?" I gave in.
"Seven grand, thats how much damaged you caused."
"What?!" I spat.
"Next tuesday." With a final harsh glare and stumping his cigrette on a table, he turned on his heel.
I sunk to the ground and placed my head in my hands. Maybe i should have gone to jail and not taken Jake's advise to fight. Maybe i shouldn't even be living at all, there were plenty of bridges around, that will end it all. My thoughts were messy and dark, as i felt scared and more loney than i had ever felt before. If it weren't for Jake, I might have not made it past the night.
"Adam?" A voice whispered. I lifted my head, my eyes met Jake.
"hi." I muttered. He sat down next me.
"Whats wrong, i saw Jace leaving he looked pretty angry?"
"He threaten me with Mia."
"Mia?" Jake looked shocked.
"I know, what the fuck?!"
"What does he want." He asked, And there was the question I had been dreading.
"Seven Grand." I answered, watching as Jake's eyes grew big and I prepared myself for the yelling.
"We don't, we can't!"
"I know, i can't believe i could have been stupid, it's only a fucking car!"
"As much as i hate losing to Jace, we don't have choice here, I'm sorry."
"No, I wouldn't give two shits if it was me, but Mia," I sighed. "I can't hurt her, again."
We both sat still, our minds running wild.
"Wait, I have an idea, but it's risky." He frowned.
"I'll do anything, if it means Mia stays safe."
And then I realized hurting Mia again, was going to feel a hundred times worse than anything I had ever done before.
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