Chapter 19:
"We need to talk about this." Adam whispers to me as we walk towards the studio. Sauli had to work today unfortunately. I need a distraction from Adam right now.
"No, we don't. It's over. It's fine." I lie. I'm still pissed off. But don't I have every right to be?
"You're obviously still pissed at me Darc. I don't blame you. What I said was stupid. I didn't mean it though. I was just angry at that asshole for hurting you." Adam pleads, but I don't look at him.
Instead, I walk into the dressing room that the assistant chick leads us to, telling me this is where we'll wait for the next hour.
"Can I have my clothes?" I look at the bag in Adam's hand, still unable to make eye contact.
Since I knew we would have around an hour to wait, I decided just to get ready here and fix up my hair and make-up if need be.
He sighs and hands me the bag. I walk into the small bathroom and quickly get changed, wanting to just relax and prepare myself for this.
I pull on my black skinny jeans and white top that has silver sequins on the top half. Very glamour and very girly, but that's who I have to be today.
I walk back out of the bathroom and walk over to the mirror, sitting down in front of it. I quickly fix up my eye liner, and add some hairspray to keep my hair from curling like it does sometimes.
I see a figure walking up to me as I continue to look at my reflection.
"I'm sorry Darc, I-"Adam begins.
"Stop calling me that!" I yell. I rest my elbows on the small table I'm sitting at, and put my head in my hands.
"You said you'd never hurt me. You said you'd keep me safe. And you did. Just not from yourself. You know how insecure and disgusted in myself I feel. I was terrified to show you those scars. When you saw the ones I did to myself...you were so disappointed in me. I could see it in your eyes. You hated me, and you were so...regretful. I know you Adam. I know what you feel, and I could see how much it hurts you. I can't do this anymore." The tears run down my cheeks, and I finally do it. I finally stand up and face him, making eye contact this time.
"And what exactly does that mean?" He asks, confused and surprised.
"You always said that I could go when I wanted to, right?" My voice cracks and a couple of tears escape again.
"And I'll always stand by that promise. But you can't be thinking of doing that, can you? I messed up. I got angry at the guy who hurt you, and I took it out on you. But you know I love you Darcy. I always will. I am so, so sorry." His voice matches mine as it cracks and a tear runs down his cheek.
"I'm not angry. I understand why you said and meant what you did. And I know you love me, and I really, really care about you. But I can't keep going on like this, knowing that I'm hurting you. People are gossiping and hating on you more than ever. You are a very out there, very openly gay, and extremely fabulous singer. You already have a target permanently painted on you. I'm not helping in stopping that, I'm only making it worse. I'll do the interview. I owe you that much. But after that...it's time I met a new family." He takes a step back, and his hands go up to his hair. His fingers tug at it as he begins to pace.
"Darcy Rivera? It's almost time to go on. Follow me." I look towards the dressing room door and see a guy with a clipboard and a head set, wearing all black. Your typical backstage assistant.
I nod my head and start walking towards the door, now closed since the guy is waiting outside. I go to turn the handle, but instead I turn back to look at Adam.

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