There were more bruises and cuts on his stomach than I could count, some looked fresh, some looked slightly old.
"What.. What is this Adam?" I gaped at his face, looking for an answer.
"Nothing." he said, pulling the shirt down.
"Nothing? It doesn't look like nothing." I retorted, feeling both angry and sad.
"It is none of your concerns Alicia." Adam said sharply, irritation dripping from his tone.
"Yes it does. Is it so hard to understand that everything you do concern me?" I spat, leaning against the other wall.
We both stayed still on the opposite sides of the Janitor's closet, neither of us spoke anything. The tension in the air was so thick that it became difficult to breathe.
"Do you participate in street-fights?" I asked in a hushed voice, a strange fear gripping my insides.
Please say No. Please say No.
I got my answer when he didn't speak anything and lowered his head down.
"Adam!" I emitted in strained voice, a thick mask of indifference coated his face.
"Why?" I asked and he didn't answer. My stomach clenched in a painful way and I bit the insides of my cheeks. I knew how dangerous it was, one wrong punch and he might die.
"It doesn't matter." he said, flicking his eyes back and forth to my face.
"Tell me. Please. Share your pain with me." I almost begged, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.
"You won't understand." he looked square in my eyes and answered through clenched teeth.
"Why won't I understand?" I asked.
"Because you don't know what it is like to suffer." He blamed, as if he was sure I've never felt pain. "You would never understand how difficult it is to survive sometime Alicia."
"You don't know me Adam." I whispered under my breath, looking at him with watery eyes.
He let out an empty chuckle, not a hint of amusement in his voice. He stepped near me, his body blocking the view of the narrow room.
"I know you enough to figure everything out. For people like you, there is black and then, there is white." he said and I didn't understand what he meant. "I am fucking gray, damn it."
By now, his breaths had turned ragged and his eyes screamed of anger. My own cheeks were now strained with tears, his accusations had broken a piece of my heart. For him, I was a stupid girl who was so engrossed in her life that she won't understand his issues.
"Well, thanks for knowing me too damn well." I lamented, balling my fists at my sides and storming out of the closet. I heard his footsteps behind me but I didn't turn to look at him. If he really thought that low of me then maybe, we were better off without each other.
I didn't know why I was crying but I couldn't stop the tears flowing down my cheeks.
I had no idea what made me so sad. The fact that he was hurt badly or the fact that he didn't think I would be able to understand his problems or the fact that this newly budding romance between us didn't live for even more than a day.
I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to ask him the reason behind his behavior, I wanted to slap his arrogant face and then, I wanted to pounce on him and kiss the life out of him.
But I won't do any of these things.
I would just curl up in a corner and cry like there is no tomorrow.
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Someone Like AdamTeen Fiction
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