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Adam knew about the abuse. I didn't tell him and I didn't want him to know but he found out. The only thing he didn't know was what had happened yesterday, all he knew was that Warren beat me almost enough to put me in hospital and then 'fell' down the stairs. I had a feeling Adam was going to try to get involved but it wasn't his place to. It was so complicated between us now, I had feelings for him, strong feelings, but I had to ignore them. Even though I wanted to, I couldn't be with him, despite what he thought, I had to stay with Warren. I had to stay with him so that Nita could stay with her father.
"He's… he's awake…" I tried to gather myself together as I contemplated telling Adam what had really happened; he was, after all, the only person I could trust with that information.
"Well that's good, isn't it? That rules out a case of manslaughter- " He was trying to joke, but was failing. The word 'manslaughter' sent a jolt through my body, it brought my situation into perspective. The police were involved, but I hadn't realised how badly it could end. My eyes once again filled with tears and overflowed, there was no holding them back. I couldn't look Adam in the eye, he tried to pull me into his gaze but I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder, to avoid it. Adam gently put one arm down around my waist, in a warm, friendly, embrace, and ran his fingers softly through my hair with the other.
"Attempted murder, maybe." I wept. He pulled me off of him and looked me in the eyes with a half-smile on his face but worry in his eyes. The doctor, Dr. St- Claire, left Warren's room at this moment, giving me a reassuring glance as he walk past. He obviously assumed that I was crying because my husband was in hospital, not why he was.
"You're joking, right?" Said Adam in a hushed voice.
There was such a lump in my throat, I couldn't breathe and I certainly couldn't speak. I continued to cry quietly, telling him with my eyes that it was no joke. He understood and took his hands away in sudden disbelief. I stepped back, his shifty movement made me feel abruptly alone and unsafe. I felt like a criminal. But it stopped the tears; I was too scared to even move. He noticed how uncomfortable I was and brought his hand back to my face, stroking my cheek in a comforting motion. I shrugged away but kept eye contact.
"Kirsty, it wasn't your fault-"
"You weren't there, you don't understand! It – we were at the top of the stairs! He – he was hitting me – I was hurt, Nita was upstairs – I had to do something – It had to stop!" Like a schoolgirl in trouble, I was rushing my words, needlessly pleading my case to someone who trusted and believed every word I said.
"Kirsty – It's okay…" He was shushing me as cried again. He held me close now, playing with my hair sensitively, kissing me on the forehead. It was odd, feeling safe in a man's arms and felt so wrong yet so right being in Adam's. He placed one arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder as we sat on the bench outside Warren's room. That's when it occurred to me how foolish I'd been to even speak to Adam; we were right outside Warren's window, he could have seen everything.
I glanced up and sure enough, Warren was sitting up in his bed staring furiously at me through the glass. I was tired, my eyes were tired and it was quite dark in his room, yet I could see clearly that the rage on his face was worse than I'd ever seen before.
I stood up quickly and backed into the wall, Warren's eyes piercing through the glass. He was almost snarling. Adam shot up, he'd realised what was happening. He stood in front of me, blocking my view of Warren and placing his hands on my shoulders. I flinched dramatically, covering my face with my hands to protect myself, by instinct. It was the look in Warren's eyes; it had left me expecting to be beaten.
"Kirsty…" Adam withdrew his hands and took mine in his, as he pulled my hands away from my face I cried again. "I'm not going to hurt you-"
"I know-" I rushed, I knew I'd hurt his feelings, it was an insult to suggest that I expected Adam to do so. "but he is…" I glanced around Adam's shoulder, the menace on Warren's face is impossible to describe. Adam followed my gaze then took my face in his hands and brought my eyes to meet his.
"Don't go in there." He ordered. I disregarded it and moved around him towards the door, hanging my head in hopelessness. He grabbed my arm with a tension I'd never felt from him. It wasn't aggressive; it was anxious. "Please." He breathed.
I drew him off and proceeded to the door.
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