A/N THE LAST FADAM? Should I write one more, or cut it here? Considering quitting the

story, a new on is already on the horizon. Does anyone have any ideas for the new story?

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Adam's POV

My hands turned to fist, a light sheen of sweat rose on my skin. I wouldn't let myself believe it,

wouldn't let the doubt settle in my heart. I hit my off switch. This was a switch I knew well. Turn

off all emotional reactions. Do not scream or yell, do not smile, do not punch. Simple, short

commands that required no thoughts. Not pregnant. I delivered the news to myself lightly,

trying to make it less important, as if it wasn't the turning point in my life. I wouldn't look

at her. Her blue eyes pierced me, the subtle shades of her irises blending into a look of pure

pain. "I'm so sorry, Adam." She whispered. I glanced over at Eli, managed a weak smile. "Eli,

would you mind leaving for awhile?" I asked. My throat hurt like Hell. I couldn't do anything

right. I fucked up my own suicide. Eli nodded, standing, but still staring cautiously. I gave him

a look that was supposed to be reassuring, but probably just came off shaky. He left. And here

I was, alone with the woman I'd once loved. Her hand reached up to tough the bruise along

my neck and I grabbed her hand. Small, fragile, delicate hand. So easily twisted and snapped.

So easily broken, just like I was all those years. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to shove her

hand away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. No matter if she dragged me through Hell and

back (which she had,) I was always going to be crawling back to her. I needed her, she was a

drug to me. And I was hopelessly addicted. I kissed the palm of her delicate hand, and then her

wedding ring.

Grief washed through me. When had she found out? In New York, her mother had dragged her

to a doctor, where they did a sonogram only to see that there was no baby on the screen. She

didn't have any diseases, either. Would I forgive her? This question had no answer, and she

started to sob when I didn't reply. She kept apologizing, like that helped. Like I cared. She was

the only family I had. Drew had gone down some long party-filled road with Bianca years ago, I

only heard from him once every six months or so, on the phone asking for money. My stepdad,

who I never cared for, killed himself a few years ago, as my mother happily rolled around in

his life savings. Like I could really on my mother now. I laughed, a short and hysterical sound,

so foreign that it frightened me. Even Fiona jumped. "You know, if I had been the one getting

drunk and cheating on you, Declan would have murdered me by now?" I laughed. I loved the

thought of it. Declan murdering me, Fiona sobbing at my funeral… My mind had taken a dark

turn recently. She wasn't pregnant. She wouldn't hold a perfect, heartless child in her weak

arms, or, if she had a girl, whenever her father would have to walk with her down the aisle,

she would be fatherless. She wouldn't have to go through the pain of childbirth, wouldn't have

to torture me. But she had cheated on me. The one thing I had left, that I still believed in, my

marriage, had been destroyed. My heart was shattered. Her fingers traced my scars. Tears

streamed down her ivory cheeks.

"Oh, Adam, what did you do?" she whispered. She pressed her lips to my wounds, over and

over again. Her tears left trails along my arm. "Fiona." I gasped, all the pain leaking through.

I needed her, like I needed air. Tears welled up in my eyes as I pulled her to me. I kissed her

forehead, breathed in the scent of her hair. "I love you." I whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

Jayden's POV

I had a new baby sister. I smiled as I walked home from soccer practice. My wrists had healed,

the bandages long gone. Celia. She was so cute. "Hey!" a voice called from my left. I looked up

to the metal bleachers. A boy sat there. Whoa. His brown hair was cut in almost a crew cut,

his dark eyes light and cheerful. He wore a dark leather jacket, and dark jeans-not skinnes-. He

was gorgeous. He looked like he should be on TV, not standing right in front of me. He walked

down the bleachers so that he was standing right in front of me. He was still about half a foot

taller. He had to be at least sixteen. "Jayden, right?" he asked, making sure he knew my name.

I nodded. He knew my name! I felt…giggly. Something that hadn't happened in a long time. I

felt my cheeks flush. "I'm Alex." He said, smiling at me. His eyes were a dark brown, but there

was something dark in them. Mysterious, something different. It scared me a little. Then his

smile warmed me. The wind blew, and I shivered. "Here, take this." He said, giving me his

expensive leather jacket. His smile was practically dripping with sweetness. He draped it around

my shoulders, and where his hands touched me felt like I'd been burned. "I've seen you around

here a lot, you know." Alex whispered gently. "You go to Degrassi?" I asked, amazed. I would

have remembered seeing him. "No, no, I go to Richards." I watched his lips as he talked, smooth

and perfect. Richards was a ghetto town less than a mile away. He was so sweet though, not

like those rude ghetto kids. "I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time. I've watched you

play sometimes during your practices, you're really good." I smiled, and the sarcastic side of

me rose to the surface. "I know I'm good." I said, laughing. He chuckled. "At least you've got a

sense of humor." He said, grinning. "Actually, I was wondering, do you want to go out with me

sometime?" he asked.

"I don't really know you." I admitted guiltily. This guy could be a mass murderer, for all I knew.

His teeth were blinding white. "I know, that's why we're going out, to get to know each other

better." Alex whispered. The lights for the field would go off soon. I wanted to correct him,

saying that I hadn't agreed to go out yet. But I wanted to so badly. "Hey, how about you give

me your number, and we'll hang out sometime." He said, so charmingly. I nodded numbly. I

wrote down my number and gave it to him, totally dazed. He misread my expression. "I mean,

if you don't want to go out, that's okay too, I just really wanted-""No, that's fine. I'd love to

go out sometime." I cut him off. I was being stupid. Here was a really good looking, really

nice guy, and I was being so rude. I handed him my number. He blushed. "I'll call you soon,

okay?" "Okay." I smiled, still dazed as I walked away.

A/N So Fiona and Adam are getting beck together….right? And what about the new guy

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