It's Called ADHD And It's Not My Fault | Adopted By Tøp

.:2 - Thunderstorm - 2:.

Faith's Pov

BOOM!

I woke up to a loud bang that sounded like it could possibly be a gunshot, but it wasn't.

FLASH!

A big, white light shon through the room for barely a second. My eyes widened and I started to panic at the realisation of it being one of my phobias, thunderstorms. I quickly get up without hesitation, and start running around the room in desperate search for the stairs. I look around the room while I could see in the next flash, and spot the stairs. I sprint towards them, only to bump into something. Not a wall, it didn't really hurt as much as a wall would if I were to run into that. I look up to see Tyler standing there, confused. Without thinking I instantly stand up and latch onto him, sobbing into his shirt. He reacts immediately and picks me up, and rubs my back. I bury my face into his neck, and made my knuckles turn white from me gripping onto his shirt so tightly.

"Sshhh Faith it's ok, it's just a thunderstorm. It's ok I'm here now," he soothed while walking up the stairs towards his bedroom. I flinched and buried my face further into Tyler's neck as another thunder cracked.

He set me down on his bed and looked at my puffy, tear stained face.

"Sorry that scared you. It's just a thunderstorm," he comforted. I nodded in response, before I started getting lost in my thoughts again. I'm pretty sure he was saying something about him going to get changed, but that was blocked out by my deep thoughts about random stuff.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He finally raised his voice, grabbing my attention. He looked very mad, I got all of a sudden very scared. I couldn't talk at this moment, so I just nodded my head and looked down at my feet. My ears flattened at his loud voice, and my tail swished around wildly.

"Are you sure? I feel like you never seem to be listening, what's up with you?" He barked. I silently whimpered. I was still looking down at my feet when I spoke.

"S-sorry I j-just didn't w-want to tell y-you earlier b-but-"

"But what?"

"I was a-about to tell y-you-"

"Well tell me then!"

That was it. I decided I would just go for a walk and forget about this. I knew my way around the area, so I will be able to navigate around. Before Tyler could stop me, I shot up and darted out of the room, before coming to a sudden halt.

It's raining. Of course your not going outside, you'll get struck by lightning or something.

A hand tightly grabbed onto my upper arm, causing me to yelp at the pain. It was Tyler. I turned around, to see him more angry than ever. My first instinct was to... well... I kind of bit him? I can't help it. It's a part of having ADHD.

A part of having ADHD is not being able to control your actions. Before you even try to stop yourself from punching a wall or throwing a book across the room, it has already happened before your brain pushes on the brakes telling you to stop.

So yeah, I bit him. Bad choice? Definitely. His eyes widened and he clenched his teach while jerking his hand off of my arm. This is when I realise what I just did.

"S-sorry I didn't m-mean to do I-it I'm-" I was interrupted with a burning sensation on my cheek. I tightly closed my eyes and held both hands against my cheek, while tears slid down my face. Did he just... no he couldn't have. But he did. He once again grabbed my upper arm in his tight grip and dragged me to his room.

"Why on earth did you bite me? Tell me now." He angrily demanded.

"It's j-just my instinct T-Tyler," I shyly answered between sobs.

"Why can't you just go against your instincts?" He roared.

"That's r-really hard for m-me," I choked out.

"How is it any harder for than for other people? How?" He barked, not seeming to care how much his words were hurting. All of a sudden I slid down the wall I was backed up into, and burst into tears. How could he be so mean to me?

"Crap I'm so sorry I'm just mad. I do  and say stupid things when I'm mad, Faith. Please please please forgive me," he begged. He ran over to me and kneeled in front of me, causing me to tense up dramatically.

"Oh my goodness I didn't mean to scare you so bad, please explain to me what's going on," he panicked, lean down and running his hands through his hair. I looked up at the distressed man. I could tell he was really sorry and didn't mean it.

Should I forgive him?
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Well that escalated quickly and I'm not too sure how.