James POV
I sit on the couch, rubbing my eyes.
I haven't slept at all. I can't stop thinking about Adam. The more I think, the angrier I get. I wanna punch something. I wanna punch someone. Preferably, the disgusting excuse for a human being who hurt him.
I know I shouldn't be focusing them, though. If I insist on obsessing over this (which I do), then I should be thinking about Adam. Adam. Everything about this makes me feel like crying, because I can't stand the thought of him in pain.
God, are they the reason that his body was so bruised?
That must be it. What else could it be? What if there's more than one? Oh god, what if he's being hurt right now?
I shake the thought from my head, taking another sip from my tea. It's five in the morning, but I can't stop the thoughts going through my head.
I hear a door open down the hallway to my right, and head snaps towards the sudden sound.
Daniel leaves his room, immediately noticing me.
"What's wrong?" He asks with a yawn.
"I'm sorry, it's only- oh god, what am I going to do?" I say, shoving my face in my hands.
He sits down next to me and rubs my back. I relax a bit at his touch.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems."
"But it is!"
"Then tell me what's wrong and we'll deal with it together."
"SomeonehurtAdamandhewouldn'ttellmewhoitwasandIdon'tthinkthisisthefirsttimeandI'msoworriedandwhatifhe'sbeinghurtrightnowand-"
"WHAT?!?" Daniel yells. "Oh my goodness, what happened? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Ionlyfoundoutyesterdayandhisfacewasallbeatupand-"
"I need you to calm down. I can't understand half the words you're saying." Daniel says slowly.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so worried about him. I keep trying to think of something I could have done, but I just don't know. I asked him a bunch to tell me who I did it, but he just wouldn't." Fuck, I can't believe I let this happen.
"Th-that's okay. We'll just have to talk to him later today and find out what's going on."
I sigh, wishing this could just be done now. "I guess that makes sense. Thanks."
He just rubs my back again, and I let myself relax.
I hear Noah's door open, and look up.
"What's going on?" He asks, his voice tired.
Me and Daniel explain the situation, and Noah reluctantly informs us about a troubling phone call he happened to walk in on the other night.
"How could this happen?" I say, head in my hands.
Noah lifts my face, kissing my forehead gently.
"I don't know, but it's going to stop."
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Adam POV
I hold my phone in my hand, staring blankly at the screen. Noah and I have been messaging for a little while, but my breath catches at his latest message.
-We need to talk to you
I obviously know what he's referring to. I don't want to do this. I can't do this.
There is a knock on my bedroom door, and I shove my phone into the drawer beside my bed just as the three dots pop up on the screen.
Shakily, I walk over and place my hand on the doorknob.
I hate this.
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