Here Today; Gone Tommarow
Chapter 8 - Adam or A?
Author Notes: Brain has died. Writings slacking greatly. Sorry everyone.
When they pulled up infront of an abandon apartment complex Joan jumped out of the car, staring at the building infront of her. The place looked ancient. Joan could tell even from a distance that the foundation was all but sturdy. The white paint had been peeling for sometime and the wood appeared weathered.
"Well," Iris commented, stepping out of the car, "What are you waiting for? Second to your left." She smiled.
Joan ran up to the door only to be stoped by a large older teen. "And where do you think youre going little miss?" The man asked. Joan had decided he must have been one of the gang members. He looked no younger than 19 and dressed in baggy atire.
"Its okay, Ben, let them have some time" Iris smirked, pushing Ben to the side and allowing Joan to enter the complex. When she came to the room Iris had spoke of she quickly flung open the door. Adam was asleep in the corner.
"Adam" Joan whispered, sitting down next to him in on the splintery floor. "Adam, wake up"
Adams eyes slowly began to open. "Jane?"
"Yeah, Adam, its me." Joan lightly caressed his face while looking into his eyes.
"Jane I told you to lock your doors!" Adam screamed in a whisper.
"Relax, Adam, I needed to be with you, I told Iris to bring me"
"Jane..." he was interupted by Joan lightly pressing her finger against his lips.
"Adam, please, just tell me, are you alright?"
"Im fine, yo, nothing I cant handle"
"My dad will find us soon, I promise"
"I dont want them to hurt you" Adam stated.
Joan stared into his eyes, smiling, as Iris and Ben entered the room.
"Iris, let her go!" Adam demanded.
"But, A, she wanted to come" Iris returned Joans smile "And who am I to argue with the daughter of a cop?"
"Were leaving now" Joan told her, reaching for the phone as Ben quickly grabbed her hand.
"Let go of me!" Joan screamed.
"You so much as hurt one hair on her head and I swear dude"
Ben laughed and exchanged glances with Iris as their three other heavy set friends joined them in the room, handing Iris a brown paper bag.
"Thanks, Anthony" she grined, reaching into the bag. "Its perfect". She pulled a small silver object from the container, looking it over in fine detail.
"Oh my god, Adam, she has a gun" Joan cried out.
"My father was abusive, Joan, I dont belive in physical tortue"
"Then... then why do you have a gun?" Her voice was shakey and clearly nervous.
"Shooting someone is not tortue at all if you AIM for an instant kill" another grin accented Iris face as she told her friends to leave the room.
After loading the gun Iris turned to find Joan tightly wraped in Adams arms as she lay her head gently upon his shoulder.
"Iris, dont do this" Adam pleaded
"Let go of her, A"
"Im not letting you harm her, Iris"
"Let go of her, A!" Iris repeated becoming progressivly aggresive.
After a long glance into Joans eyes, Adam reluctantly unwrapped his arms.
"Good" Iris smiled "Now come to me" She motioned him to her with the gun as her guide.
Slowly, Adam began to stand and make his way toward his ex girlfriend.
"Oh, A" she smiled, using her free hand to rub Adams shoulder, causing him to slightly cringe. "I love you more than words, A"
"Iris, this is between you and me, let Joan go"
"A!" Iris cried, "You said Joan!"
"Cha, so?" He shot Joan a cold glance.
Joan feared for her life. Was Adam siding with Iris? Would he let her harm her after all? Joan shook the feeling "Adam loves me" she told herself.
Chapter 8 - Adam or A?
Author Notes: Brain has died. Writings slacking greatly. Sorry everyone.
When they pulled up infront of an abandon apartment complex Joan jumped out of the car, staring at the building infront of her. The place looked ancient. Joan could tell even from a distance that the foundation was all but sturdy. The white paint had been peeling for sometime and the wood appeared weathered.
"Well," Iris commented, stepping out of the car, "What are you waiting for? Second to your left." She smiled.
Joan ran up to the door only to be stoped by a large older teen. "And where do you think youre going little miss?" The man asked. Joan had decided he must have been one of the gang members. He looked no younger than 19 and dressed in baggy atire.
"Its okay, Ben, let them have some time" Iris smirked, pushing Ben to the side and allowing Joan to enter the complex. When she came to the room Iris had spoke of she quickly flung open the door. Adam was asleep in the corner.
"Adam" Joan whispered, sitting down next to him in on the splintery floor. "Adam, wake up"
Adams eyes slowly began to open. "Jane?"
"Yeah, Adam, its me." Joan lightly caressed his face while looking into his eyes.
"Jane I told you to lock your doors!" Adam screamed in a whisper.
"Relax, Adam, I needed to be with you, I told Iris to bring me"
"Jane..." he was interupted by Joan lightly pressing her finger against his lips.
"Adam, please, just tell me, are you alright?"
"Im fine, yo, nothing I cant handle"
"My dad will find us soon, I promise"
"I dont want them to hurt you" Adam stated.
Joan stared into his eyes, smiling, as Iris and Ben entered the room.
"Iris, let her go!" Adam demanded.
"But, A, she wanted to come" Iris returned Joans smile "And who am I to argue with the daughter of a cop?"
"Were leaving now" Joan told her, reaching for the phone as Ben quickly grabbed her hand.
"Let go of me!" Joan screamed.
"You so much as hurt one hair on her head and I swear dude"
Ben laughed and exchanged glances with Iris as their three other heavy set friends joined them in the room, handing Iris a brown paper bag.
"Thanks, Anthony" she grined, reaching into the bag. "Its perfect". She pulled a small silver object from the container, looking it over in fine detail.
"Oh my god, Adam, she has a gun" Joan cried out.
"My father was abusive, Joan, I dont belive in physical tortue"
"Then... then why do you have a gun?" Her voice was shakey and clearly nervous.
"Shooting someone is not tortue at all if you AIM for an instant kill" another grin accented Iris face as she told her friends to leave the room.
After loading the gun Iris turned to find Joan tightly wraped in Adams arms as she lay her head gently upon his shoulder.
"Iris, dont do this" Adam pleaded
"Let go of her, A"
"Im not letting you harm her, Iris"
"Let go of her, A!" Iris repeated becoming progressivly aggresive.
After a long glance into Joans eyes, Adam reluctantly unwrapped his arms.
"Good" Iris smiled "Now come to me" She motioned him to her with the gun as her guide.
Slowly, Adam began to stand and make his way toward his ex girlfriend.
"Oh, A" she smiled, using her free hand to rub Adams shoulder, causing him to slightly cringe. "I love you more than words, A"
"Iris, this is between you and me, let Joan go"
"A!" Iris cried, "You said Joan!"
"Cha, so?" He shot Joan a cold glance.
Joan feared for her life. Was Adam siding with Iris? Would he let her harm her after all? Joan shook the feeling "Adam loves me" she told herself.
