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For What it's Worth

Chapter 21

By the time Adam finished playing a game of basketball with the kid across the street, Jake, Brett was off the phone with her mother and almost ready for them to go downtown. Adam took a quick shower before putting on a black Affliction shirt, dark was jeans and converse sneakers. Brett had on a short little floral sundress with sandals. Once they were both dressed and ready, they made their way to their car and drove downtown.

Dave sat in his rental car which was parked across the street from Adam and Brett's house. He had been forced to rent a car for the day, just in case Brett or Adam would recognize his own car. He smiled when he saw the couple leave the house, hand in hand. His eyes stayed glued to Brett. Damn, she looked good in that dress, it showed off her long legs.

He waited until their car turned out of sight before getting out of the car and walking towards the house. He knew they hadn't locked the door, he'd watched them carefully, checking for that. He slowly turned the knob before pushing open the door. He looked around outside before closing the door behind him, to make sure no one saw him. He paused next to the door, taking in the silence before he walked further in the house.

He still wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do. He was thinking he'd wait here until the couple came home, then he'd beat Adam up so he could have his way with Brett, without any interruptions. He was definitely drunk from his morning of drinking and he wanted to take the time to sober up a little so he would remember this night. He walked into the kitchen and drank some milk straight from the carton and grabbed some bread to soak up the alcohol in his stomach. He sat on the couch with a smile as he waited for Brett and Adam to return home.

Jake frowned as he saw Dave Batista enter the Copeland's home. He had been sitting by his window, looking outside. He wanted to go play some more basketball but his mom said he had to wait until after dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Copeland leaving had grabbed his attention. To him, the way they were dressed signaled they were going somewhere fancy. He was a fourth grader, anyone dressed in a dress was fancy to him. And he had been beyond excited when he saw Batista, of all people, walk out of the car parked outside of his house. He was a huge wrestling fan. "The Animal" Dave Batista and, of course, Edge, were his favorites. But he was confused when the older man walked into the Copeland's home.

Jake knew Batista and Mr. Copeland were probably friends, but why would he go in their house if they weren't home? He also thought it was weird, the way Batista looked around before closing the front door. That was the kind of thing Jake did when he did something wrong and looked around to make sure no one saw him.

"Jake, did you hear me? Dinner's ready." Jake's mom said as she walked into the room.

"Mom, someone just went inside the Copeland's house." Jake told her.

She frowned. She knew her son was a big fan of Adam's but she was worried how attached he was. "Jake, don't spy on the neighbors. Go wash your hands and come to the table." She said sternly.

"But mom-" He said but was cut off.

"Jacob, what goes on over there is none of your business. Dinner. Now." She said before walking into the dining room.

Jake looked over at the house one more time before following his mother.

"That was nice," Brett said in the passenger seat of the car. They had gone downtown and had a nice romantic dinner before walking around a little bit and window shopping. They on their way home now and Brett couldn't wait to get Adam home alone so they could spend some quality time in the bedroom.

Adam smiled at her. "It was, it feels good to be home…with you." Brett rolled her eyes playfully, a smile firmly planted on her face. They just turned onto their street when Adam let out a groan. "You okay?" She asked, looking at her husband.

He put the car in park outside of their house and patted down his jean pockets, confirming his suspicions. "I must have left my phone at the restaurant."

She frowned. "Want to go back?"

He shook his head. "Why don't you head on inside and I'll go get it real fast." She looked like she was about to argue but Adam leaned in and silenced her with a kiss. "Come on baby, go draw yourself a bath and when I get back, we can enjoy each others company." He said with a wink. Brett blushed but nodded, giving Adam a kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car and walking to the front door as Adam drove off, determined to get back as soon as possible.

Dave watched from the window in Adam and Brett's room with a smile. He had expected he was going to have to fight Adam to get what he wanted but for some reason Brett got out of the car and Adam did not. His smile grew wider when he saw Adam speed off down the street. This was going to be easier than he thought.

Jake tossed his basketball from one hand to the other as he sat on the window seat in his room. He tried to talk to his mom again about Batista going into the Copeland's house while they weren't home, but she brushed him off again. He knew he should just drop it but he couldn't. He felt like something wasn't right.

He dropped his ball on the floor and made his way out of his room. He walked into the kitchen to grab the house phone.

"Hey buddy, who you calling?" Jake's dad asked as he walked in the kitchen to fill up his glass of water.

Jake tried to act casual. He knew if he told his dad he was calling Mr. Copeland because of what he saw, his dad would just react like his mom did. So he shrugged and slowly made his way out of the room. "Uh, Kyle," He said referring to one of his friends. "I think I left one of my school books at his house yesterday."

His dad nodded and walked back out of the room to join his wife in front of the TV. "Alright, it's getting late though, don't talk for too long."

Jake let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He peeked around the corner to make sure both his parents were occupied with the TV before he dashed up the stairs, phone in hand, into his room. He dug through his messy desk, trying to find the scrap of paper that had both of the Copeland's cell phone numbers on them. Mr. Copeland had given them to him so Jake could call if he needed anything. Once he found the paper, he dialed Mr. Copeland's number and bounced on the balls of his feet anxiously as he waited for the man to answer.

Adam looked towards the back of the car in surprise. There was a loud ringing coming from what sounded like the trunk. Confused, he pulled over to the side of the road and got out of his car, opening his trunk. It was like getting hit in the head with a brick. He hadn't left his phone at the restaurant. After they parked downtown, Brett decided she didn't want to bring her purse with her and put it in the trunk. Adam slipped his phone in her purse last minute, deciding he didn't want any interruptions tonight with his wife. He dug through the bag, thinking it must have been Brett, remembering he hadn't had his phone in the restaurant.

He looked at the screen quizzically when he didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" He greeted as he grabbed Brett's purse and closed the trunk before walking to the drivers seat of the car.

"Mr. Copeland?" The person on the other side asked.

"Jake?" Adam asked, confused, as he set Brett's purse in the seat next to him.

"Yeah, hi. I didn't mean to disturb you and Mrs. Copeland but I saw something and my mom says I'm being ridiculous but I feel like I need to tell you." Jake rambled on.

"Whoa, whoa," Adam said with a slight laugh. "Slow down Jake. What'd you see?"

"I was looking outside cause I wanted to play ball but mom wouldn't let me and I saw you and your wife leave. And then after you left, I saw someone go in your house."

Adam instantly froze. He of course was thinking the worst: Dave. "Did you see who it was?" He knew Jake would recognize Dave if it was him.

"It was Batista. I know you're probably friends and I'm probably making a big deal out of nothing," He said, using the words his mom used at dinner. "But-"

Adam interrupted him. "Jake, did he leave or is he still there?" He turned the car on and sped in the other direction, towards home.

"He's still there!" Jake exclaimed. He heard the worried tone in Adam's voice and he knew it was good that he called him. "His car is still parked outside my house."

Adam gulped. He didn't know what to do. "Ok, thanks Jake. You're right in your instincts." Adam took a strangled breath. "Can you do me a favor?"

Jake nodded wildly. "Anything."

"Ok, see Batista is not a good guy. He is trying to steal Brett from me," Adam dumbed down the situation so Jake would understand. "Brett is at home, I'm not, but I'm on my way there. I need you to call the police and tell them what you know."

"Ok, I will!" He said.

"Ok. Thanks Jake," Adam said before hanging up and hitting his foot harder on the gas pedal.

A/N: Just so you know, I wasn't on strike I just had no time to update, so sorry for the delay. Thanks for all your wonderful reviews! Only a couple chapters left, let me know what you're thinking.