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Adrian
Everything is falling apart.
Every thing.
And I'm worried when Octavia finally finds out what's been happening, she'll lose it, again.
And I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull her up this time or just go down with her, "Is it stupid?" Her voice pulls me away from my thoughts, I blink a couple of times before talking again "what is?" I ask and she pulls her lips in a tight line before she finally sighs and opens her mouth "I said that I almost don't want to know what's been going on with dad." She says and I clear my throat before running a hand through my hair.

"It's not stupid, you're just scared." I reply with a sigh knowing that this will make her angry but it's the truth, and she knows it, "part of me wants to find out what's been happening so bad, but the other part is living in an illusion of the perfect life you know..." she says and laughs bitterly letting the sentence drift off.

I know exactly what she's feeling right now way too well, so I just stay silent because I know that nothing I'll say will stop her mind from breaking into thousand thoughts, she runs a hand through her messy hair and focuses on the window beside her, we've been flying for about 30 minutes, a couple of hours and we'll be there, we came back for answers we're too scared to find out about.

***

"Am I interrupting a romantic moment or something?" The asshole's voice pulls me away from my sleep, he motions to my hand on Octavia's and I blink a few times to finally focus on him, he runs a hand through his messed hair, then pulls up his glasses on the tip of his nose with his middle finger, he's wearing...glasses? I didn't realize I missed that much in my sleep honestly, "since when do you wear glasses?" Octavia asks a smile spreading on her face.

He grins like a kid and adjusts them again "do you like them, darling?" He mocks my accent and winks at me, god help me, see? Stupid American shit, "I don't talk like that." I practically spit the words in his face, his grin only widens and I restrain myself from punching him.

Octavia briefly pulls me back and flashes me a grin, and I can't help but relax, it's so noticeable that she'a been different lately, smiling more, looking forward to waking up, and yes that normally didn't happen, she's turning into a better version of herself, a brighter one, a smile of her could've always lightened the whole place up, the only difference is that it appears easily nowadays, because of him.

***

"You don't like it, mommy?" I ask her as she rips the box I gave her into pieces and throws it on the floor, tears gather in my eyes but I stare ahead of me, focusing on anything to stop me from crying, mommy doesn't like it when I cry, she said I need to be strong, crying is for the weak, "I hate it!!" She shouts as she picks up the bag again and throw it in the trash, my tears fall, I tried to stop them,, "you ruined me!!!" She shouts again, she lowers her pants a little to show me her stomach, stretch marks on them, they make her look even more beautiful, cause it means she carried a baby inside her, and they're here to indicate my existence, I don't know why they bother her."see those??? They're because of you, you made me disgusting! Your father doesn't even touch me anymore because of them!!you should've just died inside me like I wished." She shouts again tears gathering in her eyes as she drops to the couch, I think the alcohol is making her sleepy, dad says it makes you want to sleep,and she drank a lot "stop fucking crying, don't be weak." She whispers , I wipe my eyes with my sleeve but tears form in my eyes again, as hers close and she sleeps, "you're right, mommy." I whisper to her as I pull the blanket to cover her, it's cold here "don't worry I'll make it right." I said and kissed her pink cheeks.

I startle awake, nightmare over nightmare over another fucking nightmare, memory over memory, sweat gathers on my forehead as I grab the pills on the drawer and gulp them down my throat, fuck it, this has been happening for over a goddamn month, I search the room for water but none of here, I groan and get out of bed and went to the kitchen

After we came back, Octavia insisted that we all stay with each other, at her house,I genuinely don't know why, but she said she wanted us to find out the truth together, I honestly felt like I wasn't needed here , I even considered leaving but she insisted that I stay, so here we are, me, nash and even Layla staying in the guest rooms in here, this whole situation is about Octavia's real father and Layla and Nash's father, but the only thing that actually stopped me from leaving were her words to me "Adrian, please I need you." And I wasn't going to leave her side, she knew it, Octavia saved me from many dark places before, and I'd die to save her if I had to.

"what the hell-" Layla said as she came inside the kitchen surprising me, "why are you naked?" She asks her cheeks reddening, as I grab a bottle of water, "I'm not naked." I simply say loving the way she glances everywhere but my chest, "you are.... partially." She says pointing a finger at me, "you're partially naked too." I say as I scan her from head to toe, a white tank top that shows her hardening nipples and boy shorts that stride up to her ass, and I'm the partially naked one? She clears her throat and crosses her arms on her chest as she raises a brow.

I raise one in return "what?" I ask a stupid smile spreading on my face for absolutely no reason, she somehow smiles too "why are you here?" She asks, "why are you here?" I shoot back, she narrows her eyes to slits "you can't answer a question with another one." She says and sighs "if I answer mine, you'll answer yours?" I ask enjoying where this conversation is going.

She nods "yeah." She replies softly, I clear my throat suddenly feeling a lump forming there "I needed to take my pills and had no water." I say and her spine straightens, probably not expecting the answer "are you sick?" She asks her brows furrowing, I shake my head "nah, now answer your question." I wave a dismissive hand not wanting to go further in the subject and she gets the hint, "I didn't sleep yet." She says and my mouth drops open.

"What? You've been awake for more than 24 hours or what exactly?" I ask surprised by the answer just like her, she laughs nervously and runs a hand through her long-beautiful brown hair, "yeah, my sleeping schedule isn't the most organized thing in my life." She says smiling and I nod understanding exactly what she means.

We stay like that in a comfortable silence for a while, she clears her throat "so um I'll just go back..." she says awkwardly and starts walking, "stay." The word comes out of my mouth before I can even control it, fuck, she raises a brow then slowly she nods, "where are you originally from?" She asks obviously not enjoying the silence like I'm.

I raise a brow "are we getting into personal info right now?" I ask, her eyes widen a little "uh no, I didn't-I didn't mean to just invade your privacy, I'm not like this." She immediately says and holds up a finger trying to concentrate on her thoughts, "it's okay, I was just joking." I say not wanting to make her worry and she relaxes, "oh." She says and scratches her neck.

"Sorry I misunderstood." She says softly, I shake my head briefly "you don't have to apologize." I try to calm her anxiety, she nods slowly then clears her throat "yeah I just do that a lot, like people just say anything and I immediately apologize, you know I just don't want to make anyone sad but it's...." She says then looks up at my face again and sighs "I talk too much sorr- you know what I'll just go." She says motioning to the door and putting a tight smile on her face as she leaves, this talk seems like a pressure on her chest so I don't stop her this time.

I inhale a deep breath through my nose and let it out from my mouth, a couple of times, "good night, darling." I call after her, "night." She says and disappears through the hallway, this woman could seem so naive yet so addicting, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I couldn't get her out of my mind, the way she always smiled and made sure everyone was happy, yet acts like this right now, like people tell her that she's loud, talkative, they manipulate her into thinking she needs to constantly apologizes for anything, it says another different story, other than the one Layla Spencer shows to everyone, and one day I'll find out about the real story,Her story.

Did y'all enjoy reading about Adrian? Or should I go back to just nash and Octavia's POVS?
a vote is also appreciated 🫶