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TOMMY POV

Sunlight glared evilly through the dark curtains; each ray piercing my eyelids and striking my eyes with incredible brightness. I squinted as I picked my head up from the pillow and looked over at the clock that hung from the black wall. 9:00am flashed brilliantly at a steady pace, the numbers seemed to jump out at me, though I didn't understand them. I was disoriented at the minimum; my thoughts were clouded from sleep, and my limbs still stiff from the position I feel asleep in.

That's when the realization hit me, I kissed Adam, then I screamed at him for doing it; though I was the one that closed the distance, and I left him in a meadow about 25 miles from the school, I wasn't sure how far he lived from there because I didn't know where he lived but it couldn't have been far to still go to that school.

Meaning he had to walk home, feeling such guilt because I was an idiot, because I couldn't keep my anger in check for once. The only problem with that was…I didn't hate the kiss…I just couldn't take it; I couldn't understand why I enjoyed something given to me by a male. I wasn't gay, though I liked such a thing. A burning hole in my chest made its way to the front of my attention as I stood and gathered my thoughts completely; the fire licked at my heart and singed the core. The guilt was eating me, if I had never done that, if I had never yelled at him for doing something I didn't disagree with, if only I had just pushed him away and told him I didn't like it, or even not now. But no, I offended his whole nature, his whole being by saying what I did.

I shuffled to the kitchen and walked straight into the wonderful smell of eggs and bacon cooking on the stove, smiling softly I walked up behind my mother and hugged her gently before retreating to the table, grabbing a plate and silverware on the way. She placed her "special tea" on the table next to my hand and winked at me before continuing her cooking with a smile. My bad mood was gone and I instantly thought of my resolve that I just developed, find Adams address, go to his house, and apologize, voila we are good friends again.

Breakfast was placed on the table and I dug into the meal with a new appreciation for mothers, it was always when you were feeling down that they would decide to make some food or do something that always makes it better, be it dinner or lunch or even a snack, and they would snap you right out of it. After I finished, I put my plate away and sprinted up to my room and threw random clothes on my bed, black skinny jeans, creepers, and a sleeveless band-T.

I pushed my phone into my pocket and grabbed the yellow book that was hidden away in our kitchen, looking for the last name Lambert that was in the school area. There were two names, I wrote down both addresses and hoped into my car, searching up the best way to get to the first one, Alliah Lambert, hopefully first times a charm. I pulled up to this really nice looking house, the bushes trimmed perfectly square and the lawn was vibrant green, I hoped this was his house for two distinct reasons, one: I wouldn't have to make another trip, and two: I hoped he lived in a place as nice as this.

I walked up to the door and timidly knocked and waited, I heard a muffled voice that said coming and silently prayed this was the right house. A woman that had an aura of happiness opened the door and smiled kindly at me, her tired face had laugh lines and her graying hair was pulled up into a bun, she wore a yellow apron, and over all looked like a caring person.

"Hello, I don't believe we've met, do you need something?" Her bell like voice was clear and confident sounding.
"Hi um, actually I think I might be here for someone, does anyone by the name of Adam live here with you?" Compared to her I sounded like I lived in a shell. Great. Just great.
"Oh, no sorry honey, just me and john smith, my cat," my shoulders went slack before I regained my former confidence and smiled before answering, "Oh…Ok thank you anyways…" my smile faded as soon as I turned around .

I felt a hand grab my shoulder and turned to face a very determined lady, "Oh, I'm sorry I can't help, but stay right here!" she rushed inside and left me standing outside for barley a minute before she returned with a basket.

"I know this is really odd, but these old bones think you need something like this, your pain is coming out like steam with burning water." she then handed him a basket filled with 10 cookies and a cut off rose top in the middle, confused he stared at her and waited for her to continue, "Like I said, I can feel your pain, it's almost oozing out of you, when you apologize to him, make sure to give him this, it works like a charm, bye now," She dropped a wink before closing her door slowly, leaving a very muddled Tommy.

What just happened, a crazy old bat gave me a basket of, I felt one of the cookies, freshly baked cookies and a flower to apologize, how did she even know, to someone I wanted to keep dear?

I walked away slowly and stared at one of the windows, not surprised that I saw a psychic sign resting on the ledge. I could have doubled over in laughter, I felt something bubble up and I let a fit of giggles free before I hoped back into my car and drove to the next house. This stop wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I placed the basket in the passenger seat and turned on the GPS and found the route to the other house, hopefully this one is correct.

The street I pulled into was cracked and dirtied, trash was scattered around the roads, and it looked like a ghost town, literally, but with cars. I stopped at the house with the address and was instantly repulsed, was this were Adam lived, this is a terrible home, most of the windows have gray tape over them, one of them is boarded up, if there wasn't a car parked in the drive way I would have assumed nobody lived there.

I reluctantly left the safety of my car and locked and set the alarm, there was no way I'm letting my car get stolen in a place like this. I trudged forward and knocked hesitantly on the door and waited, but there wasn't a sound. I nudged the door with my foot and watched as it slowly inched forward, horrified for mere seconds I tip toed inside quietly, wincing everytime I heard the floor boards creak. I saw an old man passed out of the couch with a beer bottle in his hand, my vision trailed lower and I gagged; I saw dark scarlet dried to the bottom. Blood rushed to my head, was that…what I thought it was? I prayed it wasn't blood.

Just looking at the man, crusty beard, salt and pepper hair, and a dirty white wife beater with torn jeans, made me want to run screaming for the hills. My heart thumped loudly in my ears and I was close to bolting, this was trespassing, what if he woke up, I wouldn't be surprised if he chased me out of the house with a broom…Or even a knife. He just looks dangerous, though I could see Adam in his face, I prayed, for the second time, that I was wrong.

I tip toed forward, up the creaking steps and checked the first door I saw, coming up empty, I paced a little faster and looked through three more doors until I found a male lying face down on the bed. My heart almost burst when I saw familiar orange hair and long body, but there was one thing that made me do a double take, there was bandages stretching around him like a body cast, but they were clumsily wrapped, and were in need of a change. Red flowers blossomed in many places below the dirty white bandage; I heard a low whimper as I staggered closer.

The edge of my vision was unfocused as I got closer to the heap on the bed my knees felt weak, I softly touched the figure on his shoulder and gently pulled him over. I lost all balance, Adams face looked back at me with black and blue splotches covering his beautiful face. Purple hands wrapped around his neck tightly and blood crusted the side of his face. My butt hit the floor and my vision left me, my hand was stuck to my open mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to burst through my lips.

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