𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻// adam stanheight//saw (finished!!)

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adam's pov

i kept wondering if casey was going to get an abortion or not. and i thought it'd be too soon to ask, so i didn't.

she'd past out on couch that night, and here we are, yet i'm awake, waiting for her to wake up as well.

i wanted to wake her up myself, but after last night, i wasn't going to do that.

but there was one thing i constantly worried about.

lawrence was all i could think about.

i wanted to see him so badly.

but i couldn't because i knew it'd be wrong to leave casey by herself.

i felt like casey and i left too soon from his place.

and it made me feel bad.

but somehow i was still too embarrassed to see him.

and everytime i thought about looking at him again, my chest starts to hurt.

i don't know if i have something wrong with me or anything but that doesn't seem normal.

but it continued to hurt, constant pain.

it never stopped the more i thought about him.

finally i just had to stand up for a moment, and take a deep breath.

it didn't help by the way.

i looked back at casey and sighed to myself.

i just had to leave.

i knew it was mean to leave her, but i had to see lawrence first.

after staring at sleeping casey for the past 10 seconds, i finally made up my mind and decided to go.

i grabbed my things and headed on my way, still feeling bad.

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after walking for almost an hour, i finally reached his place, standing outside it, still very anxious.

after entering the elevator and going to the sixth floor, i finally approached his apartment door and stared at it.

then i quickly knocked, but i kinda regretted it.

finally, diana opened the door, looking up at me, she looked tired.

"hey?" she'd said.

"hey diana." i replied, staring at her, my heart racing rapidly.

"you're here for daddy?"

i nodded.

"he's asleep, do you wanna wait inside?"

"i don't know." i said quietly.

diana stared at me.

but that time her face was mean looking.

"well yes or no? or i'm gonna shut the door." diana told me.

"fine." i told her, coming inside.

"are you thirsty?" she asked me afterwards.

"not really."

"well i am." diana said again, grabbing apple juice from the fridge and pouring it into a glass.

her attitude was very different this morning.

"where's jasper?" i'd asked.

"work." she said with the glass in her mouth, leaving her words to echo slightly.