Blood Painted Roses *Part 3*

*Adam’s POV*

I didn’t feel bad when I spoke to her like that, but it came to me after. How could I be such a jerk? I really don’t know what came over me.

Football practice didn’t go any better. The image of her emerald eyes slowly welling up affected my performance on the field. I don’t hurt people’s feelingf, and I don’t want to come across her like that. I never knew acting like a smart alleck would make me feel so bad about myself.

I just wanted the day to end already. I walked to my Audi S6 parked under a street light. The black exterior and interior reflected on the Charcoal tint on the windows. I was so deep in thought I didn’t realize Dean calling my name.

“Adam, dude, slow down!” Dean said running out of breath. He must’ve been running a lot or something.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I said turning around.

“You looked troubled out there. I just wanted to see if anything was wrong.”

“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Hard day, just thinking. You know me, I’ll be fine.” I said drowsily.

“Okay…well, drive safe, and see you tomorrow.” Dean said amd walked away.

*Hayley’s POV*

Right after school, I walked 4 miles for my job. I work at Hot Topic in the mall. It seemed like the perfect place to work because “Everything’s About the Music,” as their motto says. I need to work to support myself. John works to pay the mortgage, not to clothe me. Harsh? Oh yeah, but I’m used to it.

Today it was busy. It kept my mind off of Adam. Although he is a big jerk, he’s got an attractive twist to him. No. But I can’t let my guard down.

After a long school day and not to mention walking 3 miles to 4 miles back, it wasn’t going to get any happier.

I jiggled the keys searching for the house key in the dark, lightless porch. I finally found the correct key.

“Why are you back so late?” A familiar voice spoke.

“Hmmm, let me ends at 2:35 and I walk to work, and get off at 6:40. Yeah, that’s why.” I responded smartly.

“Don’t be a smart ass with me!” John said getting up from the couch and furiously walked to me. “Give me your money!”

“No! I worked hard, it’s my money. You want it so you can buy more booze to-” I said raising my low timid voice.

Instead of walking away or getting bickered at more, I got to feel his hard, heavy hand across my cheek.

“One more chance. Money- now!”

I spat on him and made a race upstairs. His heavy, steeltoe footsteps stampeded behind me. I ran in my room and tried to lock the door, but that didn’t work. He kicked the wooden door open and attacked me violently.

He dragged me by the hair and threw me against my bed. With every punch he cussed wildly. I could feel his cold, drunken breath on my face. What he did next brought awful childhood nightmares back to mind.

He grabbed my breast and let his hands wander down below, and told the biggest lie.

“You know I love you.”

***So I hope this part wasn’t that bad. It was a tad violent. RAte, comment, buzz, do what you do! bye- love. peace. falloutboy.