Bright Night, Chapter 7/15
Rating: PG-13/Possibly R
Pairing: Adam/OMC, mentions of Kris/OMC, mentions of Kraty, eventual Kradam
Warnings: Language, some violence & mentions of past abuse (Language and violence in this chapter!!)
Summary: AU taking place in summer 2013. Neil Lambert decides to attend his ten-year high school reunion, and drags his newly-engaged brother, Adam, along. Also attending the reunion is the recently-divorced Kris Allen, who was in love with Adam in high school, and who is confused about his feelings for him now. Adam and Kris quickly connect, but feel guilty doing so with Adam's fiance in the picture. Before long, though, they both discover something that makes their advances feel right, and it takes them on a night-long adventure that they will never forget.
Author's Note: I think you guys will like this chapter. :) Hope you do! ♥
Holy fucking shit. A cold, sick sensation of dread filled Adam at the sight of his abusive ex-boyfriend. He found himself speechless, but his mouth too dry to say anything even if he did have the words to say. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. His legs were shaking, yet he was frozen in place at the shock of seeing Sean. What the fuck is he doing here?
Somewhere in the back of Adam’s mind he told himself that he had no reason to be intimidated or fearful of Sean anymore- he was a confident, successful, engaged man now, not his insecure, ashamed old self- and that part of his brain brought his legs out of their momentary paralysis and he found himself taking a few steps toward Sean.
But Sean’s voice cut him straight to the core, straight to his heart. “Hey, baby,” he said calmly, spinning around on his heel to face Adam with an innocent smile on his face, like he’d been expecting Adam, like they were still together. Like nothing had changed.
His low voice speaking words that were harmless, that meant nothing but somehow meant everything to Adam, brought back all the memories of the last two years of Adam’s relationship with Sean. When everything had gone downhill. Adam could suddenly feel every slap, could feel Sean holding him down, could hear every threat and insult yelled in his ear again. All with two innocent, harmless words. ‘Hey, baby.’ Adam couldn’t seem to get the words out of his head now, and he felt like he wanted to vomit.
Unfortunately for him, his momentary courage had landed him almost two feet closer to Sean- two more feet away from the door- and now, feeling such fear returning to him, he was unable to move again. Here he was, alone in an empty bathroom with a volatile, probably drunk, violent maniac- utterly helpless, just like he was in high school.
Goddamn, it is like nothing’s changed, Adam thought, sighing with disappointment in himself at submitting to Sean once again, after all these years. You have nothing to be afraid of anymore. But that was quickly proven otherwise as Sean began inching closer and closer to Adam. Shit shit shit.
“W-what are you doing here?” Adam asked, surprised that he actually voiced the question audibly, despite his voice still shaking. He just needed to distract Sean, stall him from doing whatever he was probably going to do. Adam knew that Sean wouldn’t do anything irrational like murder him in a high school bathroom, or even hit him, probably. But it was that cruel smile spreading on Sean’s face, that evil glint in his eye that made Adam apprehensive of what he was going to do.
Sean didn’t answer his question, just scooted even closer, stopping when their legs touched, chests hovered close, and their faces merely an inch away from each other. Adam felt nauseous at the juxtaposition of the bastard, who was now pushing into Adam even harder, forcing him back against the wall between two of the stalls.
Adam flinched as Sean put his hands up on either side of Adam’s head, hemming him in, and trapping him with his body. The back of Adam’s head was being pressed into the wall behind him as he tried to get as far away from the asshole as possible.
OhGodOhGodOhGod, Adam thought, panicking as Sean shifted his body a little so that something hard- definitely not a leg- was being pressed against Adam’s thigh. Adam just shut his eyes tight, accepting defeat.
“I missed you so much, Adam,” Sean murmured, and judging by the clarity of his voice and the smell of his breath, he was shockingly sober. “It’s been thirteen long-ass fucking years.”
Suddenly, he ducked his head, and Adam felt wet lips and sharp teeth sucking on the flesh of his neck. A disgusting, slimy tongue grazed his skin. Adam gasped, and placed his hands on Sean’s muscular chest and shoved as hard as he could. He’d allow Sean to hit him or hurt him, but Adam couldn’t just let Sean kiss him like that, not with Josh waiting at home.
Sean actually stepped back a little from the blow- not enough for Adam to escape, but just enough for Adam to actually see his face, and see a familiar emotion flicker across his facial features: rage.
Adam felt jagged fingernails digging into his forearms and ripping flesh as Sean wrung his arms and slammed him hard into the wall behind him. The force was enough to knock the air out of his lungs, and Adam felt tears rolling down his cheeks and a sharp ache running through his spine. Adam let out a whimper of pain and watched as Sean, blurry from the tears in Adam’s eyes, bowed his head to watch as his knife-like nails cut deeper and deeper into Adam’s skin.
Suddenly, he stopped cold. He was no longer pressing into Adam quite as hard- which Adam barely noticed but was thankful for- and his fingernails had come out of Adam’s arms, and Sean was just loosely holding Adam’s wrists. “Fuck!” Sean shouted, and Adam cringed at the tone and volume. “You’re engaged!” And with that strange exclamation and one last shove into the wall that left Adam hardly able to move, Sean fled from the bathroom, leaving Adam confused, shaken, and left alone to cry hysterically in the stall behind him.
It felt like the whole thing was happening in slow motion as Kris was watching it. At first, he thought he was about to witness some wildly inappropriate bathroom behavior between Adam and his fiancé, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. He decided to shut off his thoughts as he watched it happen, knowing it was too complicated and he was missing too many pieces of the story for him to possibly understand what the fuck was going on. So he just watched it from the little crack in the bathroom stall.
Even while Adam was being attacked by Sean, Kris couldn’t find the courage to speak up or go defend him at all. He was too afraid that Sean would start hurting him- although he was pretty sure from what he comprehended that the only person Sean wanted to see in pain was Adam- plus, that would basically be admitting that he’d been hiding in the stall watching the entire thing, like some sort of creep.
So he just watched the awful event unfold before him in silent horror. He blocked out thoughts of: Then who is Adam engaged to, if not Sean? Why the fuck is Adam not fighting back? Maybe this is why Adam acted out so much those last two years of high school. There were so many thoughts like that floating around in his brain that if he took the time to actually process each one, he’d completely shut down from overload.
But then Sean ran from the room after a cryptic scream of “Fuck, you’re engaged!” and Adam hid in the stall next to Kris’s and began sobbing. That’s when Kris decided to think and act fast. Who knows how long Adam will be crying in here? Kris thought, ignoring all the other unimportant thoughts running rampant through his mind. And the guys’ll be coming to look for me if I stay in here until he’s done. And if they come in here while Adam’s breaking down, it’ll be embarrassing for everyone, so I need to get out of here now.
Kris could tell by Adam’s loudness and openness that he assumed he was alone. He knew the stall door would creak and he didn’t want to scare him, but he was almost certain that the noise would be unnoticeable to Adam, who was making a fair share of noise himself. So Kris took a deep breath and swung open the door, which made a noise that was swallowed up by the echoes of Adam’s cries. He tiptoed out, close to the sinks because he knew that if he got close enough to the stalls, Adam would be able to see his shoes and know he wasn’t alone.
Almost there, Kris told himself as he reached out for the door handle, ready to just head back to the gym and get Adam’s number from Neil so maybe he could talk to Adam when he wasn’t a nervous wreck. But then he heard the unmistakable beep of dialing numbers on a phone and stopped where he was.
After several moments, Adam muttered “Shit!” under his breath, and let out a whimper. “Josh, pick up your goddamn phone and call me back. I n-need to talk to you,” Adam said, his voice thick and shuddery with tears, and cracking over the word need.
Another beep. Adam hung up, and soon the sound of his sobs filled the air again. Kris felt a pang of guilt. He was just about to walk out on the man who was probably his soul mate, who was on the verge of a total breakdown, craving and needing comfort from anyone at the moment. Jesus Christ, why am I such a dick?
He wouldn’t be able to let it go, wouldn’t be able to act normal back there in the gym, wouldn’t be able to sleep, wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he just walked away. He knew it was probably a little selfish of him to go back to be with Adam, but it would be even more selfish if he just left like nothing had happened, leaving Adam truly alone until someone walked in to find him bawling on a toilet.
Kris made sure to walk close to the stalls and be a bit loud with every step, just so Adam knew that someone was coming, and wouldn’t totally shit his pants when he saw Kris. When Kris reached Adam’s stall, he placed his fingertips on the door and pushed gingerly, grateful it had not been locked.
“Adam?” Kris said softly, peeking his head through the door. Adam’s face was buried in his hands, and his elbows were resting on his knees, just like Kris’s were when he was trying to compose himself earlier, and Kris was acutely aware of quite possibly one of the worst thoughts at a time like this swirling through his mind: Hey, we have something in common!
To his credit, Adam didn’t flinch or jump at Kris’s voice, which was no doubt unexpected. Instead, he just raised his head from his hands and stared up at Kris with those striking blue eyes of his, now sparkling with unshed tears, and Kris had to blink back a few himself at the sight. “Kris?” Adam whispered in the tiniest, saddest voice imaginable. There was also a hint of relief in it- probably just from the idea of being comforted by someone he knew. Kris was almost astonished that after over ten years, Adam didn't give a look of surprise that it was Kris standing before him, and his voice didn't reveal the shock that he clearly felt at seeing quite possibly the most random person on the planet at the moment.
And Kris comforted as best he could. Adam’s face started to crumple and tears continued streaming down his face, and he reached out to pull Kris closer. Kris had never been this close to Adam, and was sad that the first time would be under these circumstances, but made sure to hold Adam tight in his arms, rocking gently back and forth. He mumbled what he thought would be soothing words: ‘It’s okay.’ ‘Shhhh. I’ve got you, Adam.’ ‘I’m here, Sean is gone.’ ‘It’s okay, you’re okay.’
They just stayed like that a long time- holding each other in their arms, swaying side to side as the tremors and sobs racking Adam’s body began to cease and his crying became quieter and quieter. Kris really didn’t know how much comforting would be too much, which reassuring touches would be crossing the line- The man has a fiancé, after all- so he just reached his hand up to Adam’s head and ran his fingers through Adam’s hair.