BabKit: Hello reader, sorry about last chapter but that's what happens when your brain dead.

Belle: Can I say it?

BabKit: *sigh* sure.

Belle: This is mostly an Adam story, here's the next chapter!

"Burr!" I said getting into my some-what warm bed. An hour and a half of being outside in the freezing cold wasn't my idea of fun anymore. Cows can be EXERMLY dumb for their size.

As I snuggled deeper under the cover, feeling the cold seep out of my legs, I had a thought that caught me off guard.

I wounder what Adam's doing.

Meanwhile...

Adam's POV:

I ran my hand through my hair as the thoughts of this afternoon played over and over again. From my spot on the leather sofa, I could still see Belle standing by me at the table as I relayed a part of my childhood that I wanted buried in the past forever. And she stood there, listening as calmly as if I was telling her about a book I had read. She did ask a few questions, but for all the gore she never winced or asked me to stop.

Well, she did wince once. I slapped myself on the forehead as that replayed."It was that skanky bitch I called Mom who did it! She killed my best friend and made it look like a mother fuckin suicide!" I screamed at the walls. "And worst of all, the server girls, the day after they left they were found in the woods. Dead, cuts from their wrist to their elbows on each arm. My mom had driven them from our house to their 'new jobs' each and every fuckin time!"

"Adam?"

"What!" I snarled looking at her. I was so angry that I wanted to bolt upstairs and tear one of the rooms apart again.

But I stopped in the middle of my thoughts when I saw the look on her face. She was terrified! It looked like it was taking all she had not to scream or run for the door. She just stood there, looking like she was face to face with something out of a horror movie.

That would be me. I thought. I was letting past get to my head again. I took a second to calm down. "Sorry." I said.

"Don't be. Maybe you should sit down." She said letting go of my hand and heading towards the leather sofa in the room.

"No." I caught her by the waist and turned her to face me. "I should be taking you home." My hand hovered on the small of her back were I'd caught her. I wanted to hold her close. I wanted to tell her about the years after Betty Lo had pasted. But most importantly, I just wanted to kiss her, and see were that would go. Just talking to her made me feel so much better than I had in seven years.

Suddenly, bolting up right, realization hit me like a ton of bricks. When I talked to Belle, it was like I was talking with Betty Lo all those years ago. My deep dark secrets wiggled to the surface that wanted to be told to her— both Belle and Betty Lo —and I just couldn't stop them.

"Just like on the road." I said aloud lying back on the sofa. Closing my eyes with a smile forming, I relived that moment. I'm pretty sure I took Belle of guard with saying yes to the kiss, but it was worth it. I might be new at Castle High, but I saw the way that the other guys looked at her. Of everything there, she was the crown jewel, but she hung with people lower on the scale which, to some people, tarnished her beauty. But to me, it made her glow even brighter than the sun.

Another thought hit me, and this one wasn't pleasant. Gaston had asked Belle to the dance. Even though she had said no, it still bugged me. He had every girl in the whole school dangling by his finger tips, but he wanted Belle to make his collection complete.

I almost punched the sofa at the thought of Belle with Gaston, when something stopped my hand. It was something that hadn't happened since I met Belle.

"No," I said aloud. "No!" I felt myself run upstairs into the first door on the left. Grabbed the knife off the dresser and started slashing the room up. This went on for an hour until I fell to the floor in a heap. I dug the heel of my palms into my eyes hoping it would help. But it didn't.

I turned to the wall closest to where I sat. It was too smooth, too perfect. Getting up, I started stabbing the wall violently with images of Mom, Dad, and Gaston flipping through my mind so fast it turned into a blur of color, until I saw Belle.

Stopping my hand before I could mentally stab her too, I looked down at the weapon in my hands. "When will they be gone?" I whispered "When will the monsters and demons be gone?" I tossed the knife some where in the room. "When!" I shouted "When will they stop Mona!"

I stormed out of the room hoping this would be the last time this happened.

Who's Mona? why is this happening to Adam? the will be answered sometime in the future!