Dirty Little Secret

Chapter Twelve: Drunken Grab

He mumbled something then stood up and went upstairs. I turned to mum and John.

"What's his problem?" I asked frustrated.

"He's just being protective of his sister." John answered smiling.

"He's being a dic- doosh." I said. I had to cut myself out before I called his son a dick.

Mum looked slightly amused.

"I'm glad you had a good time sweetie. There's something John and I need to talk to you about."

"Am I in trouble?" I asked her.

"No, no." She smiled.

Pheeew! 

"We've been told today that we need to go on a buisness trip to America. We leave tomorrow."

I looked over at the corner. There were suitcases. It doesnt surprise me. John is always being pulled off for work. 

"Okay. Have a good time." I smiled.

"But it's quite long, and we will be away for New Year's. Megan is coming too. Will you be okay for a few weeks with Adam?"

Two and a half weeks stuck alone with Adam? Kill me now. Great. Freaking great.

"That's fine!" I lied, smiling. 

"Great. Our flight leaves early tomorrow. So we'll say our goodbyes to you now." She smiled and pulled me in a hug.

I said my goodbyes to them both then went up to my room. 

"What the fuck?!" I asked.

Adam was rooting through my drawers.

"I'm looking for my hoodie." He replied.

I walked up to him and pushed him away. He smelt of booze.

"Don't go through my things!"

How dare he!

"Don't take things that don't belong to you!" He spat back.

"Ive had that hoodie for ages! Why do you suddenly want it back?"

It didn't make sense. 

"Cause it's mine! And it looks like you have a new one."

I looked down. I was still wearing Adrien's grey hoodie.

"You're wasted. Go to bed Adam."

"Not without my hoodie."

"Night Adam."

I walked over to my bed. Something gripped my wrist and I was pulled towards Adam. He pushed me up against the wall. His face was close to mine. His blue eyes standing out, but they weren't sparkling like usual. They were distant and tired. 

"I want it back." His breath smelt of alcohol.

"Nope." I smirked.

His grip on me tightened. It hurt. My eyes began to water.

"Let me go!"

"Give it back to me!"

"Okay! Just let me go! It hurts!"

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. He let me go and I walked over to my bed. I threw him the hoodie. My wrist still really hurting.

"There! Now get out!"

He caught it, and stumbled out.

I'd fought with Adam before, well a lot of the time. All the time. But never once has he physically hurt me. I was scared just then. He'd never scared me like that before. I put on pajamas and crawled into bed. I shut my eyes and waited to be pulled into darkness.

I opened my eyes, groaned and rolled over. I fell and hit something hard. That would be the floor. How close to the edge did I sleep last night?! I picked myself up and threw the duvet back on the bed. I glanced down at my arm. There was a mark around my wrist from where Adam had grabbed me last night.

I need food. I went downstairs, still in my Hulk pajamas. I went into the kitchen. Adam was sat eating toast. He looked hungover but still attractive at the same time. His hair was standing up in weird places.

"Morning." He grumbled.

I looked down at the mark on my arm.

"Hi..." I muttered and then walked to the cupboards.

"I made you some breakfast already." Adam said.

I looked over. There was a plate of toast on the table.

"Thanks."

I walked over and sat down. I reached over to grab the jug of juice. He reached out to push it towards me. My hand touched his and I quickly pulled it away. Something sparked when my hand met his. Fear. Fear and something else...

"Sorry." He mumbled sliding the jug closer to me.

I poured myself a glass and began to drink. Ignoring his comment.

"Those are cool pj's."

I continued drinking. Still ignoring him. I just want to be away from him. 

He sighed. I reached to grab the jug again.

"Whats that on your wrist?" He asked.

I looked down at the red mark.

"That was from you." 

Something came over his face, guilt, shame and pain.

"I'm so sorry." He said looking down.

"Whatever. Just don't come near me and don't touch me again."

"Amy I'm not usual like that. I swear."

"I don't care. Just don't Adam."

I want this conversation to end. He stood up and walked over. He crouched down and I turned to face him. His eyes were pleading.

"I'm so sorry."

He reached and took my arm. I pulled it away. I don't feel comfortable with his touch.

"Please." He whispered.

I moved my arm out. He took it and examined it. He looked hurt. He traced his finger over the mark.

"I am so sorry Amy. I never meant to hurt you or scare you."

"Well you did." I hissed back at him.

"It was the booze, and I was angry and upset. I'm sorry..."

I sighed. 

"It's okay. Just don't hurt me again."

"I won't. Not ever."

He lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to the mark.

I stiffened. Something pumped through my veins. Not fear. Something else. Something new that I cant describe. It was almost electric.

He stood up, took the plates and cups, placing them in the sink. 

"I'm gonna watch some TV. You wanna watch?"

"No thanks. I'm gonna go to Grace's today, I need to get ready."

"I'll drop you off there."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Just come down when you're ready."

I went upstairs and rooted through my wardrobe.