Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters.
Other: Last day of Spring Break. :"( How tragic. Anyway, here's chapter ten. I'm sorry for taking so long. I believe you will all like this one. :) Unfortunately, Adam isn't very funny in this one. Well, he has his moments. I promise more humor in the next one. :D And romance, of course. Things are starting to heat up, as you will see. :)
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Lawrence was leaving. He was crawling away, blood flowing quickly and thickly from the end of his leg. He was leaving him all alone, all by himself, to die. He screamed, stretching out as far as he could, reaching for Lawrence, screaming and screaming. Lawrence only looked back with tears in his eyes. And then he was gone. Adam screamed himself hoarse.
The dead man rose from the floor. He told Adam that the key was in the bath tub. But the key had gone down the drain. He begged for release, but the man only slammed those heavy doors closed.
The darkness swallowed his body, filling him, enveloping him. It was suffocating and horrid. He panicked, curling into a tight ball, sobbing, his shoulder wound shrieking in agony. Lawrence would never come back. If he didn't bleed to death, Jigsaw would kill him off. And if Lawrence somehow managed to escape, he would forget all about Adam, and Adam would die all alone in the dark.
The scenery changed. Now Adam was four years old. He went up to his father with a broken toy.
"Dad, my train broke," he whimpered, sniffling. His father smacked him across the face hard enough to knock him to the floor. Adam let out a cry of surprise and pain before wailing in distress.
"Grow a pair of balls! You're a man, Adam! Only women would cry over broken shit. Don't you ever approach me with tears in your eyes, or I'll rip your testicles off and shove them down your ungrateful, sniveling throat! Men are supposed to be strong and callous! You'd better toughen up," his father shouted, his eyes bloodshot. Adam raced into his room.
Six years later, Adam was lying in a hospital bed with three broken ribs, a collapsed lung, whiplash, and a concussion. He'd already been fixed up. There was an IV attached to his arm, and an oxygen tube was strewn across his face, the two knobs up his nose.
"It was a hit and run. I told the boy not to play in the street, but he never listens. I was watching TV when I suddenly heard a loud crash, a scream, and a squeal of tires. By the time I got outside, the car was gone, and Adam was lying unconscious in the street," Adam's father lied to the doctor.
Tears trickled down Adam's bruised cheeks and he stared hopelessly out the window. The doctor believed those lies. They always did.
Now Adam was back in the dark room. He was hungry, cold, and in pain. Jigsaw was in the room. He could hear the killer walking around. The horrible part was not knowing where he was. Occasionally Jigsaw would laugh or cough.
"Poor, poor Adam, all alone and forgotten…" Jigsaw chuckled. His voice was cold and hard, like nails. He tormented Adam like this for hours, until Adam felt like he was losing his mind.
Oh, God, the darkness. It was so fucking dark. Silent and dark….It was agonizing.
Adam lurched forward, his body slick with sweat, dripping from his body and hair onto the sheets. His chest was heaving, his eyes were huge, and he was breathing so fast and hard that he felt light headed. He leapt out of bed and ran from the apartment. His heart was beating wildly, skipping beats. He felt like a rabbit running from a lion.
He didn't know where he was going until he actually got there. His fingers were shaking so badly that it took him six tries before he could get the key to fit into the lock. Once the door was unlocked, he flung it open, raced inside, and sprinted into the bedroom. With a flying leap, he was on the bed, where he finally let out the scream that had been bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Lawrence jerked awake and was sitting up in a matter of seconds, his arms immediately around Adam. Adam's long scream turned into panicked sobs, and he was barely able to breathe through them.
Lawrence murmured soft, loving words into Adam's ear, rubbing his sweaty back. Adam was shaking so badly that his teeth chattered. His sobs made it even worse, and Lawrence was afraid the kid was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Finally, after ten minutes, Adam stopped hyperventilating and simply cried into Lawrence's shoulder until he was all cried out.
"I'm here, it's alright, everything's fine," Lawrence whispered. He kissed Adam's lips tenderly. But that wasn't enough for Adam, who immediately returned the tender kiss with a deep, desperate one. His shaking arms wrapped around Lawrence's neck, clinging to him as if he were a life ring.
Adam's tongue found its way inside of Lawrence's mouth. He nipped at the doctor's lower lip, his hands sliding across his firm chest. He brushed his thumbs across Lawrence's exposed nipples. After all, both men were bare chested; Adam wore a pair of black boxers, and Lawrence wore a pair of gray cotton pajama pants.
He moved his hands down to Lawrence's sides, gripping them tightly as Lawrence removed his lips from Adam's and placing them onto the younger man's neck, biting down on the soft flesh. Adam let out a small gasp, tilting his head back to give Lawrence more room. Lawrence sucked at his neck. The boy tasted of sweat, but it didn't matter to Lawrence.
Adam was growing excited. Lawrence could feel a hard bulge pressed against his thigh, and it turned him on. Adam's hand slipped into Lawrence's boxers and gripped his hard, throbbing cock. Lawrence's eyes widened, shocked and immediately filled with lust. His back arched and he moaned as Adam began pulling and rubbing his prick.
"Adam, I…I can't," Lawrence whispered, his voice thick and shaking with desire. Adam stared at him.
"What?" the boy asked. Lawrence forced himself to pull away from Adam. But Adam pushed Lawrence flat onto his back on the soft, cool sheets. He straddled the older man, pressing his lips back to Lawrence's, grinding his hips steadily against the older man's.
Lawrence was unable to stop for a while. For the next ten minutes, Lawrence's hands and lips explored Adam's small, sweaty body, his teeth grazing his flesh every now and then. Adam was shivering again, but this time in sexual pleasure, not fear. The boy had his eyes closed, leaning against Lawrence's warm body.
"Not tonight," Lawrence finally uttered, as Adam attempted to remove Lawrence's pants. Adam whined in protest, pushing his hardened cock against Lawrence's, stealing a moan from the older man. But Lawrence refused to do this. He sat up, watching the younger man topple backwards.
"I can't do this tonight, Adam. You're not in your right mind. You're scared, upset, and tired. I'm not going to use you," Lawrence said. Adam scowled.
"So you're going to make me go relieve myself rather than have you do it?" the boy asked, frustrated. Lawrence couldn't help but grin, and nodded. He watched Adam storm off into the bathroom, grumbling under his breath.
Of course, Adam returned after taking care of his boner and washing up. Lawrence helped him onto the bed and lied down, taking the boy into his strong arms, hugging him securely to his chest.
"You ran across the city in your boxers?" Lawrence asked in the darkness, amused. Adam grunted quietly. The doctor wasn't expecting a reply, but he got one. Adam was an unpredictable guy, most of the time.
"I wanted…to be with you," Adam admitted quietly, burying his face against Lawrence's warm chest. Lawrence stroked his back lovingly.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Lawrence asked softly. After a moment, Adam nodded, and Lawrence soon felt hot tears against his chest. He tilted Adam's head back and brushed those tears from the boy's flushed face.
"Was it that bad?" he asked. Adam rolled his eyes, trying to seem tougher.
"Well, obviously, or I wouldn't have run to your apartment in my fucking boxers," he replied. His voice was flat and without emotion, though, and Lawrence knew that the dream was horrible to the point where Adam wouldn't talk about it.
"Go to sleep," Lawrence murmured. Adam pressed against Lawrence's body securely, resting his head on the older man's shoulder, and closed his eyes, releasing a deep, shuddering breath. Lawrence stroked his soft hair until he fell asleep, smiling down at him. Adam was so relaxed when asleep. It was so different from his usual tense, stiff, wariness.
Lawrence closed his eyes as well and drifted off to sleep soon afterwards, thinking of Adam.
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Sunlight streamed into the room from Lawrence's window, falling across the bed in several narrow strips, thinned by the semi-closed blinds. Lawrence opened his eyes and looked over. Adam was lying on his back, his arms crossed behind his head, staring dully up at the ceiling. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed from crying so hard, and there were dried tear streaks down his cheeks.
The memories of the previous night flooded through Lawrence's mind, and he became wide-awake, suddenly nervous. Surely Adam would've left if he was embarrassed? But the boy simply looked exhausted and emotionally pained.
"Do you…Do you remember what happened last night?" Lawrence asked, his heart hammering in his chest. He had to know. He just had to. He watched Adam nervously. Adam didn't move or speak for a full minute or two. Finally, he gave a very slight nod. His expression remained the same, and he didn't look at Lawrence.
"How could I forget? You left me with a massive fucking boner. I think my penis broke a personal record," Adam replied gravelly, his voice husky from his hysterics last night. Lawrence couldn't help but grin.
"I wasn't sure if you were in your right mind," Lawrence said apologetically, getting out of bed. He walked across the room, Adam continuing to stare at the ceiling.
"You should move in," Lawrence suggested, glancing over at the boy. Adam didn't acknowledge him, so Lawrence just left the room to go shower.
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"I have to go to work. I'll be back sometime tonight. Can you watch Diana?" Lawrence said to Adam. Adam looked up from his untouched plate of waffles. He looked like a complete wreck, and Lawrence felt guilty for asking Adam to watch the very energetic and cheerful little girl. His hair was sticking up and tousled, he kept fidgeting, and his eyes looked haunted and red-rimmed, dark, deep bags beneath them. The boy licked his lips.
"Yeah," he mumbled, looking back down at his waffles, which were probably cold by now. He rested his chin against his fists, which were curled together now. The end of a string of his gray cotton hooded sweater was in his mouth; he was apparently playing with it, like a child.
Lawrence thanked him and left.
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Two hours later, Adam found himself wearing a pair of giant, sparkly, purple fairy wings. Almost an entire bottle of glitter had been emptied into his hair, and there were sparkles on his face, neck, chest, and arms. He stared at himself in the mirror. Diana was sitting on the floor, approving of her handiwork.
"I look like fu – Edward Cullen," he commented, swallowing the cuss word. Lawrence didn't approve of cussing or smoking near Diana. Diana laughed and stood up, grabbing his arm and pulling him to her white circular table. There were two chairs on either side of the table, which was loaded with a pretty glass tea party set. She had filled the tea pot with iced tea, and there were chocolate chip cookies on the plates. Diana had made them herself.
"Sit down, Adam," she ordered happily, sitting down at her own chair. Adam obliged, grumbling.
"Would you like some tea, Adam?" she asked, her voice rose up an octave.
"No," Adam said flatly. She served him some tea, anyway, and then poured herself some. Adam watched her with a faint smile. He'd never had a sister, so he was unaccustomed to the life of a girl. She looked up at him and flashed him a smile. Sure, she didn't look like Lawrence at all, but she definitely had the same smile.
"Would you like some cookies, Adam?" she asked in the same tone. Adam smirked.
"Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, holding out his plate. She giggled and slid five cookies onto his plate.
"Don't tell your daddy I said that," he told her with a grin, taking a bite out of the cookie.
Diana had put on her formal dress-up clothes. She had braided her hair and then curled it into a tight bun on the top of her head. She wore a white, frilly, lacy dress, white stockings, and a silver, heart-shaped locket. Adam was afraid she'd spill tea onto her dress and stain it.
"Maybe you should wear a bib…Or, like, change into a dress that doesn't look so expensive…and white," he said to her. She waved a hand dismissively at him.
"No, thank you. If I stain it, my daddy can just bleach it and get it dry-cleaned. Or just buy me a new one. It's not a real dress…It's a costume, silly! And I'm not wearing a bib. Bibs are for babies," she said, taking a sip of her tea, her pinky finger raised politely. He bit back a laugh.
"Alright; but if you spill anything, don't say I didn't warn you," he replied, cramming an entire cookie into his mouth. Diana watched him, fascinated.
"Hey, Adam?" she asked after a long, comfortable silence in which they drank their tea and ate their cookies.
"Yes, love?" he replied, reaching for another cookie.
"What're your parents like?" she asked. His hand froze over the cookie for a minute, but then he grabbed it and pulled his arm back across the table.
"They're not like your parents, Diana. They're…" his voice trailed off and he shifted uncomfortably, accidentally knocking the tea pot to the floor. The lid popped open and iced tea splashed everywhere; the carpet began to soak it up.
"Ah, shit, I'm sorry," he said, standing up awkwardly. It was hard to move easily with the large wings. Diana didn't move from the table as he grabbed a wad of napkins and pressed them against the huge puddle.
"Adam?" she asked. Adam nodded, kneading his knuckles into the napkin.
"You're the fairy princess to my daddy. You two should get married!" Diana cried happily. He flinched, startled, his eyes widening.
"Wh-What?" he spluttered, blushing deeply. Diana leaped onto her bed and hugged her baby doll to her chest.
"Well, it's so obvious that he loves you! He's always looking at you with that look in his eyes. You know, the one Prince Charming has when he looks at his princess! Oh! My daddy's Prince Charming and you are his princess! Now, you two need to get married and live happily ever after!" she said, her voice rising to a shriek towards the end.
Adam lifted the napkin and was relieved to see that he'd soaked up most of the drink.
"Why do I have to be the princess?" Adam asked, grinning up at her.
"Because you're smaller, duh! Remember when he carried you to the car?" she said, bouncing up and down excitedly on the bed. He shook his head, letting out an embarrassed laugh.
"Well? Do you love my daddy?" she asked as Adam stood up. He fidgeted with the soaked napkin, staring at the child, stunned. There was a long silence, and then he left the room to throw away the napkin. Only to slam into a tall, strong, warm body. He jumped, startled, and let out a yelp of alarm. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to the warm body.
"My, don't you look lovely," Lawrence commented with a laugh, brushing his fingers through Adam's dark and sparkly hair. Adam pulled away, humiliated.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" he asked, walking into the kitchen. Lawrence followed him.
"It's my lunch break," Lawrence answered. Adam threw away the napkin. He turned around, facing Lawrence, and remained motionless, simply staring at him impassively. Lawrence smiled fondly at him and closed the distance, once again pulling him against his body. He hugged him tightly, and Adam rested his head against Lawrence's chest. He listened to the older man's heart beat. It was a calm, steady rhythm, and Adam closed his eyes.
"Welcome home, then," Adam mumbled.
Yes, Diana, I love your daddy. I love him so much.
D'awww! :) I bet you guys thought they were going to have sex. Hahaha! Sorry to disappoint you. But I do believe that they will have sex in chapter twelve. ^^ Thank you so much for reading this chapter...and the rest of the story, haha. Let me know what you think so far, and if I should continue. Please review, thank you!