Adam's POV
"GOD FUCKING DAMNITT!" I screamed, pulling my right fist back and punching into the wall. I felt my fist collide with it. It wasn't very strong wall, obviously. There was a deep hole in it. "Shhiiittt…" I groaned, pulling back and glancing at my hand. My knuckles were cracked and bleeding and some fragments of the paint stained my flesh. I glanced at the wall and there was a significant dent in it. But I didn't fucking care. I was pissed off. I'm a very mellow and docile guy; I love being happy. But…when the one person I love most in the whole fucking world won't fucking LISTEN to me, I can't hold it in anymore. I'm not just gonna sit in a fucking corner and cry my eyes out like some gay pussy. The rage that was boiling inside me just exploded and now won't give me any mercy with its presence. It's here and it wants to be heard. Shit, I hate this.
Why won't Tommy just listen? This is completely fucking insane! I don't understand him at all! He thinks I don't love him but it the con—fucking—trary! I love him, more than life itself and he just can't see that! After all I've done for him! I didn't want to mark him this soon. Because now I know that he doesn't want it anymore! He just doesn't care. If he truly loved me, wouldn't he take the time to consider my side of the story instead of jumping to conclusion? Doesn't that make more sense? He keeps doubting my love for him and…
I growled, my head throbbing and my shoulders tensing. I couldn't take it. Just…so much fucking anger accumulated inside me and now I'm about to fucking EXPLODE. I want to take my anger out on the source of it, but, I can't hurt or yell at Tommy. It'll make him even more mad at me I can't…not in front of Tommy either. Fuck, he doesn't even want to see me anymore. Why can't he realize that I love him and only him? Drake is…he's special to me, he is, but he's not the person I want to spend every day with. FUCK. Drake has a fucking BOYFRIEND. But nobody believes me…I'm the bad guy…
My fists shook and I huffed. I walked over to the bed, grabbing the necklace. He didn't even take it. Fuck it, I don't give a shit. I tossed the necklace into the garbage. He won't even fucking forgive me, so why even bother trying to make him love me again? I hissed, throwing open the door and storming out of the hospital and towards my apartment. But then a bright idea popped into my head. It'll snap Tommy out of his fucking little denial crap. I'm gonna have to wait for him to come out of the hospital and the doctor said a couple days. So I'll wait a couple fucking days. I'll be able to handle it…
Finally, on Wednesday, Drake showed up at my door with Ryan, his little kitty boyfriend. They were so cute together. Ryan was just as small as Drake if not smaller. He had gorgeous bleach blond hair and almost transparent turquoise eyes. He truly was beautiful and I adored his good looks. Drake loved him so much, and Ryan exchanged the same amount of affection and feelings towards him. Seriously, I could throw up over how cute these fucking little kitties are.
"Hello, master," Drake said, smiling. Ryan rolled his eyes and smiled at me. I blushed and nodded. I didn't like Drake calling me that, but he was kind of compelled to, I guess. I keep telling him not to, but he won't listen to me. It's either 'Mr. Lambert', an occasional Adam, or Master. I hated two out of the three. I sighed, smiling and ushering them to my car.
I got into the driver's seat, Drake sat beside me, and Ryan was in the back. I turned on the car and it purred to life. I smiled, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards Allison's house. "So…Um…I'm just gonna have to show Tommy that Ryan is your boyfriend Drake. He has this irrational thought that I claimed Drake," I said, glancing over at Ryan who had Drake's bite mark tattoos. He claimed him about a year ago and it was utterly adorable. I had to teach Drake all the basics, and Ryan happily accepted… I'll admit, we… did have ménage à trois before, but other than that, nothing. I was horny and I needed to be fucked. Is it really my fault for my human instincts? But I never had any feelings towards Drake, nor Ryan. Every day I knew that I would find Tommy again because I truly did love him.
The rest of the ride was silent. Drake and Ryan would exchange a couple kisses here and then, and in all honesty, jealously rose into the pit of my stomach. Why couldn't Tommy and I be like that? Why was our relationship so fucking complicated? Why did HE have to be such a big fucking drama queen? I sighed when we arrived at Alli's house. I got out of the car, grabbing Ryan's arm. He walked besides me and I banged on the door, anger boiling up inside me. Drake laid a simple kiss on my cheek and I sighed, trying to remain docile. I had to. I didn't want to appear immature about this whole matter. I was going to make Tommy realize that he needed to get use to everything about us.
The door opened and Tommy stood there, looking at pretty as ever. His bangs were swept to the side and his one visible eye was luscious. But when he saw me, his eyes burned and he was about to shut the door when I hissed, slamming it open. Fuck remaning docile. "FUCK, TOMMY! THIS IS RYAN, DRAKE'S FUCKING BOYFRIEND! SEE?" I yelled, pulling down on the collar of Ryan's shirt to show two perfect bite marks. They were similar to Tommy's but my teeth were different from Drake's, hence, different shapes.
"Drake fucking claimed him, just like I claimed you! They love each other, and they would never doubt each other's love! T-The fact that you…You could even think that I would mark more than one person than you just admits your true feelings about me! Y-You think I'm a fucking whore, but I'm not! My heart belongs to you Tommy, but frankly, I don't think you'll ever accept that fact because you won't jump off your fucking high-horse. Any crazy fucking scenario you put in your mind, just get rid of it! You don't trust me. I love you Tommy, but…Nothing's going to work out if…If you think I'm a fucking martyr whore…." The last part was barely above a whisper when I said it. The memory of him calling me that brought a fresh batch of tears to my eyes. He's called me a whore so many times…
I felt Ryan's arm tighten around me and he knew that I was about to collapse. I had done what I needed to do. The rest was basically up to Tommy. "Come on, Adam…" I heard Ryan whisper in my ear. I bit my bottom lip, glancing up at Tommy for a split second and the only reaction I could see is one of shock. Ryan tugged on my hand and I took in a sharp breath before the tears spilled silently over my eyes. I got into the passenger's seat, burying my face into my hands and sobbing. Drake wrapped his arms around my neck from the backseat and I gripped onto his hand, trying to contain my hysterics.
Ryan drove away and I just kept weeping.
Maybe…Maybe I was just a whore…