Adam's POV
I had not intentions of going to sleep, nor did I plan to be home when Charlie got back. I searched the room for my pills, the pain my wrist was excruciating, far worse then it had ever been. My quest for the drugs was unavoidably slowed by the fact I could only use one hand. I pulled things out of every draw, box, bad and shelf we had in the room and found nothing. I threw myself onto my bed with an exasperated sigh, then remembered like the dope that I am, my Codeine was in my hockey bag. I popped the top off the container, downed two capsules and grabbed my keys.
I didn't really know where I was going to go until I got in the car. All I knew was I needed to get away from Charlie and to be cheered up. The best place to be cheered up was Averman and Goldberg's apartment, they always knew how to make me laugh no matter my mood. My Porsche knew exactly where it was going before I did. One minute I was in the parking lot the next I was parked outside of their development.
I climbed the stairs slowly, my head hurt from the crying I'd done on the drive over, my wrist still hurt something fierce, and the medicine hadn't kicked in yet. As I knocked on the door I wondered how I'd explain the situation to the guys, then I realized Les and Greg probably wouldn't ask. I heard voices from inside, muffled by the door and for a second I thought about turning around and retreating but the lock clicked before I got the chance.
"If that's the pizza guy the money's on the table." Goldberg yelled as the door swung open
"Nah, it's just Banks." Averman yelled back stepping aside so I could get in
"Hey Cake-Eater." Well one of the unidentified voices was Jesse and he threw his arms around me. "Sorry I couldn't get to Connecticut to see you in the hospital."
"It's okay Jesse don't worry about it. So what are you guys doing here?" I asked noticing Terry, Guy and Connie were all sitting around the kitchen table.
"Playing poker, bring you wallet?" Guy queried
"Yeah." I grinned, the team loves playing with me because I always lose and have more money for them to win.
I walked into the room and took a seat between Jesse and Averman. They dealt the cards and as I reached out to pick mine up, the light fell on my wrist. All the guys' eyes went wide in awe and Connie's pretty face contorted with worry.
"Banks what happened to your wrist?" She reached out and touched it gingerly causing me to flinch
"Umm Charlie, he uh wrenched it." If it were just the guys I probably would've lied and said I hurt it playing, but I couldn't lie to Connie, she was too sweet to defraud.
"Why the hell would he do something like that?" Goldberg looked at me like I six heads
"Because we got into a fight and I wanted to leave. It was stupid he thinks I want Guy." I said sipping my Coke trying to not look at the blonde that was so recently became the center of my problems
"Adam does Charlie do stuff like that a lot?" Connie put her hand on my shoulder
"Not usually, I mean he's only gotten physical one other time. He knocked me into the wall. Most of the time he just yells a lot, tells me I'm worthless and no one wants me but him, you know?"
"Wow I thought you two had the perfect relationship." Terry spoke for the first time since I got there
"I did too at first, but I guess nothing's perfect." I yawed as the painkillers were beginning to take effect
"Tired?" Averman observed
"A little." I nodded "From the pills I took. Could one of you guys drive me back to the dorms? I'm to tired to get behind the wheel."
"You can't go back there Banks. Not after what Conway pulled." That was Guy "Why don't you come over to my place, you'll have to sleep on the floor but at least I'm not gonna break your wrist or worse."
"No, stay here we've got a pull out couch." Averman asserted
"Yeah, it's better then the floor." Goldberg affirmed
"Thanks guys." I really wasn't to keen on the idea but then if I went home, I didn't know what would be waiting for me at home. What kind of monster my boyfriend would be when I walked through the door. After taking, that all into consideration I decided staying there probably was the best thing for me.
The next morning I got up extra early and snuck out of the apartment before my friends woke up. I had classes that day and I didn't want to be late. What I hadn't expected was that Charlie would not only be there when I got back but he'd be awake. He was both. I watched as he paced the room like a caged animal. I was sitting on the edge on my desk chair and I was beginning to feel like I was on display from the looks he was giving me.
"Would you please stand still you're making me nervous." I stated fidgeting with the buttons on my shirt
"I'm not asking you where you were. I don't care where you were. All I have to ask is why the fuck you took off on me?" His voice was bitter and unforgiving
"Because I'm afraid you, Charlie. I've never been afraid of anyone the way I am of you, not even my dad."
"Yeah okay Adam."
"I'm serious, you've been petrifying me for weeks. Look what you did to my goddamn wrist. You know why I haven't gone to get and x-ray? It's simple if I do I know they're going to tell me I can't play for the rest of the season. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't like it. You're not the same guy I fell in love with."
"You wanna know what's been bothering me, I'll tell you. Two months ago I got a phone call from Bombay, he wants me to be the best man at his wedding."
"Oh I can see how that would upset you. The guy you've idolized since you were ten wants you to be in his wedding. And I'd imagine that he's marrying your mom in the first place."
"That's the fucking problem, he's not marrying mom. My mother is apparently just his friend. He met up with Ms. McKay at some Goodwill Games thing last year; they've been dating ever since. That's who he's marrying."
"Oh I'm sorry Charlie."
"It's no big deal, he's just another person that let me down. First my dad made my mom leave him, then mom married that asshole Mike instead of waiting for Gordon to come back from the minor leagues, Hans for dying, you for cheating on me and now him for deserting me."
"I didn't mean to let you down." I put my arms around him and let him nestle his head against my shoulder
"I know. I love you Banksie." He was clinging very tightly to me
"I love you too." I had forgotten all about the rocket of pain that was surging up my arm only minutes before. That was the boy I fell for, the one that had feelings other then screeching and anger.
We held each other tightly for a few more minutes before he wiped the tears from his eyes and we set out to go to class. I went to practice feeling like I was walking on air. I thought with the break through Charlie had made that morning everything could go back to being perfect again. I actually found myself rushing back from the rink to be with him. Can we say stupid Banks? The first thing I smelled when I pushed the door open was liquor. As soon as the smell started assaulting my nostrils, I was tempted to high tail it out of the room. I couldn't though, not after the talk we had, I didn't want him to think I was turning on him like everyone.
"You're drinking again, Hun." I started cautiously
"Huh, oh yeah. I wanted a beer but Peter's uncle suggested I try this." He held out a bottle the red After Shock on it "It's pretty good. You know Banksie you look very sexy."
Yes, he was drunk.
"Okay, you're smashed again. Lay down and sleep it off." Why in the hell did I get involved in that conversation again? Oh that's right I was a moron, I remembered what happened the last time he was drunk and I didn't care.
"I've got a better idea, why don't you come lay down with me?" He stumbled from his spot on his bed and wrapped him arms around my waist "You look very up tight Banksie. You should relax."
"Charlie, come on baby, go to bed."
"No, no, you need a massage. Come here, you lay down, I'll give you one." He tried to pull me with him, but I wasn't going to anywhere. He was however, quiet a bit stronger then me those days, if he realized that he would've just yanked or dragged me to the set destination.
"Charlie please I'm begging you." I was at the whining point now. "I think you sho-" The rest of my comment was cut off by the tongue rammed in my mouth. I pushed lightly against his chest, as his kisses grew more aggressive, I mustered all my strength and knocked him on his ass. That was more then likely the worst thing to do.
"You fucking, no good, dick tease!" Dick tease that was a new one. Of course, he was screaming it as he lifted his inebriated butt off the floor.
"Honey please calm down." I held my hands up in a defensive gesture. A gesture of course that was rewarded with a fist to the face. So much, for at least he's never hit me, essentially I spoke to soon.
I had not intentions of going to sleep, nor did I plan to be home when Charlie got back. I searched the room for my pills, the pain my wrist was excruciating, far worse then it had ever been. My quest for the drugs was unavoidably slowed by the fact I could only use one hand. I pulled things out of every draw, box, bad and shelf we had in the room and found nothing. I threw myself onto my bed with an exasperated sigh, then remembered like the dope that I am, my Codeine was in my hockey bag. I popped the top off the container, downed two capsules and grabbed my keys.
I didn't really know where I was going to go until I got in the car. All I knew was I needed to get away from Charlie and to be cheered up. The best place to be cheered up was Averman and Goldberg's apartment, they always knew how to make me laugh no matter my mood. My Porsche knew exactly where it was going before I did. One minute I was in the parking lot the next I was parked outside of their development.
I climbed the stairs slowly, my head hurt from the crying I'd done on the drive over, my wrist still hurt something fierce, and the medicine hadn't kicked in yet. As I knocked on the door I wondered how I'd explain the situation to the guys, then I realized Les and Greg probably wouldn't ask. I heard voices from inside, muffled by the door and for a second I thought about turning around and retreating but the lock clicked before I got the chance.
"If that's the pizza guy the money's on the table." Goldberg yelled as the door swung open
"Nah, it's just Banks." Averman yelled back stepping aside so I could get in
"Hey Cake-Eater." Well one of the unidentified voices was Jesse and he threw his arms around me. "Sorry I couldn't get to Connecticut to see you in the hospital."
"It's okay Jesse don't worry about it. So what are you guys doing here?" I asked noticing Terry, Guy and Connie were all sitting around the kitchen table.
"Playing poker, bring you wallet?" Guy queried
"Yeah." I grinned, the team loves playing with me because I always lose and have more money for them to win.
I walked into the room and took a seat between Jesse and Averman. They dealt the cards and as I reached out to pick mine up, the light fell on my wrist. All the guys' eyes went wide in awe and Connie's pretty face contorted with worry.
"Banks what happened to your wrist?" She reached out and touched it gingerly causing me to flinch
"Umm Charlie, he uh wrenched it." If it were just the guys I probably would've lied and said I hurt it playing, but I couldn't lie to Connie, she was too sweet to defraud.
"Why the hell would he do something like that?" Goldberg looked at me like I six heads
"Because we got into a fight and I wanted to leave. It was stupid he thinks I want Guy." I said sipping my Coke trying to not look at the blonde that was so recently became the center of my problems
"Adam does Charlie do stuff like that a lot?" Connie put her hand on my shoulder
"Not usually, I mean he's only gotten physical one other time. He knocked me into the wall. Most of the time he just yells a lot, tells me I'm worthless and no one wants me but him, you know?"
"Wow I thought you two had the perfect relationship." Terry spoke for the first time since I got there
"I did too at first, but I guess nothing's perfect." I yawed as the painkillers were beginning to take effect
"Tired?" Averman observed
"A little." I nodded "From the pills I took. Could one of you guys drive me back to the dorms? I'm to tired to get behind the wheel."
"You can't go back there Banks. Not after what Conway pulled." That was Guy "Why don't you come over to my place, you'll have to sleep on the floor but at least I'm not gonna break your wrist or worse."
"No, stay here we've got a pull out couch." Averman asserted
"Yeah, it's better then the floor." Goldberg affirmed
"Thanks guys." I really wasn't to keen on the idea but then if I went home, I didn't know what would be waiting for me at home. What kind of monster my boyfriend would be when I walked through the door. After taking, that all into consideration I decided staying there probably was the best thing for me.
The next morning I got up extra early and snuck out of the apartment before my friends woke up. I had classes that day and I didn't want to be late. What I hadn't expected was that Charlie would not only be there when I got back but he'd be awake. He was both. I watched as he paced the room like a caged animal. I was sitting on the edge on my desk chair and I was beginning to feel like I was on display from the looks he was giving me.
"Would you please stand still you're making me nervous." I stated fidgeting with the buttons on my shirt
"I'm not asking you where you were. I don't care where you were. All I have to ask is why the fuck you took off on me?" His voice was bitter and unforgiving
"Because I'm afraid you, Charlie. I've never been afraid of anyone the way I am of you, not even my dad."
"Yeah okay Adam."
"I'm serious, you've been petrifying me for weeks. Look what you did to my goddamn wrist. You know why I haven't gone to get and x-ray? It's simple if I do I know they're going to tell me I can't play for the rest of the season. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't like it. You're not the same guy I fell in love with."
"You wanna know what's been bothering me, I'll tell you. Two months ago I got a phone call from Bombay, he wants me to be the best man at his wedding."
"Oh I can see how that would upset you. The guy you've idolized since you were ten wants you to be in his wedding. And I'd imagine that he's marrying your mom in the first place."
"That's the fucking problem, he's not marrying mom. My mother is apparently just his friend. He met up with Ms. McKay at some Goodwill Games thing last year; they've been dating ever since. That's who he's marrying."
"Oh I'm sorry Charlie."
"It's no big deal, he's just another person that let me down. First my dad made my mom leave him, then mom married that asshole Mike instead of waiting for Gordon to come back from the minor leagues, Hans for dying, you for cheating on me and now him for deserting me."
"I didn't mean to let you down." I put my arms around him and let him nestle his head against my shoulder
"I know. I love you Banksie." He was clinging very tightly to me
"I love you too." I had forgotten all about the rocket of pain that was surging up my arm only minutes before. That was the boy I fell for, the one that had feelings other then screeching and anger.
We held each other tightly for a few more minutes before he wiped the tears from his eyes and we set out to go to class. I went to practice feeling like I was walking on air. I thought with the break through Charlie had made that morning everything could go back to being perfect again. I actually found myself rushing back from the rink to be with him. Can we say stupid Banks? The first thing I smelled when I pushed the door open was liquor. As soon as the smell started assaulting my nostrils, I was tempted to high tail it out of the room. I couldn't though, not after the talk we had, I didn't want him to think I was turning on him like everyone.
"You're drinking again, Hun." I started cautiously
"Huh, oh yeah. I wanted a beer but Peter's uncle suggested I try this." He held out a bottle the red After Shock on it "It's pretty good. You know Banksie you look very sexy."
Yes, he was drunk.
"Okay, you're smashed again. Lay down and sleep it off." Why in the hell did I get involved in that conversation again? Oh that's right I was a moron, I remembered what happened the last time he was drunk and I didn't care.
"I've got a better idea, why don't you come lay down with me?" He stumbled from his spot on his bed and wrapped him arms around my waist "You look very up tight Banksie. You should relax."
"Charlie, come on baby, go to bed."
"No, no, you need a massage. Come here, you lay down, I'll give you one." He tried to pull me with him, but I wasn't going to anywhere. He was however, quiet a bit stronger then me those days, if he realized that he would've just yanked or dragged me to the set destination.
"Charlie please I'm begging you." I was at the whining point now. "I think you sho-" The rest of my comment was cut off by the tongue rammed in my mouth. I pushed lightly against his chest, as his kisses grew more aggressive, I mustered all my strength and knocked him on his ass. That was more then likely the worst thing to do.
"You fucking, no good, dick tease!" Dick tease that was a new one. Of course, he was screaming it as he lifted his inebriated butt off the floor.
"Honey please calm down." I held my hands up in a defensive gesture. A gesture of course that was rewarded with a fist to the face. So much, for at least he's never hit me, essentially I spoke to soon.