Return Engagement Chapter 7/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 7/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kris rolled over and groaned. He buried his head under the pillow, trying to hide from the throbbing between his ears. He must have gone on quite a bender last night at the party. Did he go to the party? He couldn’t recall.
His mouth tasted like shoe leather and sex. His entire body ached and Kris reached out for Adam. He was alone.
He dragged his head out. The curtains were closed against the glaring sun but enough light came in to illuminate the mess around him. Clothes were everywhere, the furniture was overturned and there was a stench of Lysol and, and vomit? in the air. Kris sat up slowly, his head weighing fifty pounds, and the blanket fell off of him. He took in the bruises all over his naked body. What the fuck happened?
“A-,” his voice was horse, raw. “Adam? You here?”
He struggled to the edge, sitting up. He shivered. The chenille toss was at the bottom of the bed and he wrapped himself in its softness.
“Adam? Lover, where are you?”
The bedroom door opened and Adam charged in, looking a mess and carrying suitcases. He righted the ottoman, opened one piece of luggage up and started emptying the wardrobe. He didn’t look at Kris.
Flashes assaulted Kris’ memory. Adam was beneath him, naked. He was crying out in pain, begging, ‘Stop….Kris….please….don’t….’. Did he, was he trying to….oh my God, no, no, why, what did I do? How could I…?
He jumped to his feet and took three steps before his legs gave out. He reached out.
“Please, please don’t leave me! I don’t know why….I love you…I don’t know why I…”
Adam spun on his heels, finding Kris on his knees. Adam flew into his arms and hugged him tight. Kris clung on for dear life, his pleas continuing.
“How could I hurt you? I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I love you, don’t leave me!”
“Shhh, shhh, baby, don’t cry. YOU didn’t do anything but save me.”
“I don’t understand, I don’t understand.”
Adam held him tighter.
“I’m not leaving baby….WE are leaving. I’m packing YOUR things.”
Kris gazed over Adam’s shoulder. It was his dresser drawer that was open, his clothes piled haphazardly in the suitcase.
He pulled back a little, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. He calmed a bit but panic still filled each and every word.
“Adam, I tried to, I tried to, to…rape you!”
“No…you…didn’t.”
“But, but I remember, remember h-holding you down, h-hurting you, wanted to, to…”
“That wasn’t you. You weren’t the one hurting me. You saved me.”
Kris shook his head and groaned. He had the mother of all headaches. It hurt just to open his eyes.
“Kris, baby, look at me…please.”
Kris obliged though he couldn’t bring himself to look his husband in his beautiful blue eyes.
“We need to talk about this but we haven’t time.”
“Why?” Kris’ voice was weak as he felt like passing out.
“My things are packed, your things almost are. We have to get as far as we can from this house as quickly as we can. I’ll explain what I know later. It’s too dangerous to remain here longer.”
“Dangerous - our own home?” Then a horrible thought struck him. “Hannah! Joshua!”
“They’re fine. I called my mom last night - after things settled down - and asked her to come down from San Fran to pick the kids up. They all left about half an hour ago.”
“Mrs….”
“She went with them. Can you get dressed on your own?”
Kris struggled to his feet, standing on shaky legs.
“If I go slow, yeah.”
“Good, good.” Adam rushed to Kris’ suitcase and pulled out jeans and a t-shirt. “Hurry while I pack the rest of your things. The car is running. Please, just trust me.”
Adam turned back to the wardrobe then stopped. He looked at Kris slowly turning towards the bed, clothes in hand. Adam came up behind him, careful not to spook him, and took his elbow. Kris turned and Adam kissed his softly on the mouth.
“If you know nothing at all about last night, do know that you aren’t to blame. I love you baby.”
“I…I love you too.”
--*--
The drive to Long Beach was quiet. Neither of them spoke as Adam drove. Adam tried to concentrate on the road and arriving safely. Kris has fallen asleep, or passed out, not long after he got in the car. Adam nearly had to carry him out of the house and to the car. They had a beach house along the Pacific that they used every couple of months for a clfamily getaway. It was isolated from other homes and right on the sand. There was no one around to bother them.
By the time they reached the house, Kris woke up, feeling better. He still ached and his mind was still Swiss cheese but he was able to carry his own bags inside. He dropped his things on the bed and opened the sliding door to their deck. The crashing of the waves drowned out the thumping in his head. He sat on the steps, breathing in salt air and trying to tap into his elusive memories of yesterday and last night.
Adam soon joined him, passing Kris a steaming cup.
“Coffee?” Kris asked innocently.
“Ah, no, green tea. I’m off coffee for a while…maybe permanently.”
They sipped, watching the endless water, not each other. It would be easier this way.
“What do you remember Kris?”
“Fragments really. My last solid memory was going to the kitchen for some of Hannah and Mrs. W’s cookies. You were taking a long time getting pretty, as usual.”
Adam chuckled.
“I remember, I remember thinking how parties made me nervous…then I remember telling myself what to wear.”
He sipped some more. He delved deeper into his psyche. His hands started shaking.
“I, I remembered the painkillers, the one’s you took when you threw your back out last year. Did I use them on…?”
“No!” Adam cut him off. “I mean, I think they were used to make me, make me…but you didn’t slip them to me.”
Kris turned to his husband.
“Adam, what aren’t you telling me? Why are you so sure I wasn’t responsible when it was my hands…and mouth…on you?”
“I can’t tell you yet. You need to remember yourself first, as much as you.”
“Oh-kay. Um, the next thing I remember is someone calling to me, telling me wake up.”
“Who?” Adam knew who.
“A woman…it was a woman.”
“Audra.”
“Audra? Hannah’s imaginary friend Audra?”
“Yup.”
Kris was silent then started laughing. Adam wasn’t laughing.
“Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? She’s not real!”
“Do you think what happened to you wasn’t real?”
“I…” Kris didn’t know what to say to that. Something weird had definitely happened to him. Why would Audra being ‘real’ be anymore ridiculous right now than what he was remembering? “You’re sure.”
“That’s the name that came out of your mouth.”
Okay, if Adam said that, it must be so. Kris continued.
“Everything was dark. I could hear voices in the distance arguing. That voice, Audra, was trying to reach me. I saw you on the bed, like you were under water…you were, were naked and, and you, you looked…and then this man’s voice yelled at me to go away, that he, he, still needed my, my body.”
He paused, drinking more tea. His recollections were getting worse and worse.
“Audra screamed at me, saying Bobby…”
“Bobby.” Adam clenched his teeth. It was Bobby that wanted to rape him, whoever the fuck he was.
Kris voice grew thick with emotion.
“…saying Bobby was hurting you, was going to rape you and he was using ME to do it! I saw him lift your…grab your…going to, to…and I couldn’t let him, I had, I had to fight for you.”
He had to stop. Adam continued.
“There must have been quite a battle going on in your head; I’ve never seen someone fight with himself like that and I never want to again.”
“He, he fought so hard. I saw, I felt, you being rolled over, your legs…and when he yelled his was going to claim you, Audra was there again. She told me to release all my memories of you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know but it worked. I remembered the first time we met in Hollywood Week, being roommates in the Idol mansion, the show, the tour, the first time you kissed me, the first time we made love, the day we married, Hannah and Joshie, every wonderful thing I could think of. Maybe, I don’t know, maybe it was too much, too much ‘good’ for him to handle. Whatever the reason, I guess it worked.”
Kris put his hand on Adam’s arm and Adam pulled away.
“Audra and Bobby, who, what do you think they are? And what do they want?” Kris asked.
“It’s obvious what Bobby wants.”
Kris didn’t hear him.
“I, I think we need to know. We need to know what, who, we’re fighting,” Kris continued.
Adam tentatively took Kris’ hand, squeezing his fingers.
“We’ll find out, somehow. But right now you need your rest.”
“What about you?”
“Someone needs to get some food. I’ll just scoot out for a few groceries and be right back. Are you okay on your own?”
“Sure, whatever they are, they’re at the house and we’re here. I’ll be okay. Get my favs okay?”
Adam stood, taking Kris cup.
“Only you would be thinking about your stomach at a time like this.”
Adam left Kris on the deck and headed for the kitchen. He pulled his cell out of his jacket pocket and scrolled through his saved numbers.
“Hi beautiful, where are you?...Great, can you wait for me, I need to talk to you about something.”
--*--
Adam pulled into the office parking lot and headed up to the fifth floor. On the drive over, he tried to remember when everything first got strange, when things started happening and Hannah’s imaginary friend showed up. He narrowed it down to the most frightening day of his life - until last night - when he and the kids visited Paula’s club.
Paula had just been finishing a business meeting and she waited for him in the board room. She greeted him with a hug then took in his appearance.
“Adam, sweetie, is everything alright. You look downright….”
“…shitty?”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly use THAT word but…”
“I’m fine, had a rough day. Anyhow, can we talk?”
“Oh sure, sure, have a seat.”
He didn’t know how to start this conversation without giving too much away.
“Paula, what do you know about the history of your new club, I mean the history of the property.”
“What do you mean exactly?”
“Who owned it before you, thing that happened there?”
“I do have a list somewhere of the previous owners but that’s all. I’m not much of a history buff. I live more in the here and now. I thought you did too?”
“I used to,” he muttered to himself before speaking up. “Could you find that list and send it to me?”
“Sure, but Adam…”
He didn’t give her a chance to continue. He kissed her cheek, thanked her and hurried out.
--*--
“Daddy, daddy, I didn’t get to say good bye.”
“That’s okay Sweetpea, Papa told you I’d call, right.”
“Yeah, I miss you.”
“We miss you too, and Joshie.”
Kris listened to her ramble on about the car ride and stopping at the pier for ice cream and the new toys Nanna bought them. Kris smiled and tears wet his cheeks. He missed them but was happy they were safe. He wanted to ask Hannah about Audra but didn’t; he and Adam would have to talk about this first.
“Madeline’s sad.”
“Oh?”
“She lost her belt.”
“Her…belt.”
“She had it around her middle but it’s gone.”
“That’s okay Sweetpea, we can get her a new belt. Maybe Nanna could buy you one.”
“It was real special Daddy.”
--*--
The rest of the afternoon, they rested, or tried to. Night time came and Kris was in bed, waiting for Adam. If they could be with each, hold each other, Kris knew everything could work out. An hour passed and Adam didn’t come in. Kris looked for him and found him sitting on the deck stairs, illuminated by the moonlight. He had a glass in his hand.
“Hey Lover, are you coming to bed?”
Adam didn’t turn around. He took another drink.
“Don’t wait up for me baby, I’m so tired I don’t think I could sleep; I’d just toss and turn, keeping you awake. When I’m ready, I’ll crash in the guest room.”
“Guest room?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll be asleep by the time I’m ready and , I, ah, don’t want to disturb you.”
Kris thought he knew the real reason but didn’t voice it.
“If you think that’s best.”
“I do, for now.”
“I guess I’ll see you in the morning then. Good night Adam. I love you.”
“Night baby.”
--*--
Adam waited half an hour after Kris left him before heading to the guest room. Usually, he slept naked - saved time when he and Kris got an impulse - but he got under the covers fully clothed. Even his shoes were still on.
He grabbed the other pillow and brought it to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. In the silence, he heard Bobby’s words…’I can’t wait to make you scream my name. I’m going to fuck you so hard and long you won’t be able to sit for a week’. Those were Bobby’s words but it was Kris’ voice he heard, Kris’ hands he felt, Kris’ face leering at him.
He loved Kris dearly but froze at the thought of sleeping with him right now.
“Damn you Bobby, why didn't you stay in hell,” Adam cried softly, biting the edge of the pillow so Kris wouldn’t hear him as he let go of the terror and fear and pain inflicted on him.
As he wept, his hand rested over the cold metal of the necklace hidden beneath his shirt.
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kris rolled over and groaned. He buried his head under the pillow, trying to hide from the throbbing between his ears. He must have gone on quite a bender last night at the party. Did he go to the party? He couldn’t recall.
His mouth tasted like shoe leather and sex. His entire body ached and Kris reached out for Adam. He was alone.
He dragged his head out. The curtains were closed against the glaring sun but enough light came in to illuminate the mess around him. Clothes were everywhere, the furniture was overturned and there was a stench of Lysol and, and vomit? in the air. Kris sat up slowly, his head weighing fifty pounds, and the blanket fell off of him. He took in the bruises all over his naked body. What the fuck happened?
“A-,” his voice was horse, raw. “Adam? You here?”
He struggled to the edge, sitting up. He shivered. The chenille toss was at the bottom of the bed and he wrapped himself in its softness.
“Adam? Lover, where are you?”
The bedroom door opened and Adam charged in, looking a mess and carrying suitcases. He righted the ottoman, opened one piece of luggage up and started emptying the wardrobe. He didn’t look at Kris.
Flashes assaulted Kris’ memory. Adam was beneath him, naked. He was crying out in pain, begging, ‘Stop….Kris….please….don’t….’. Did he, was he trying to….oh my God, no, no, why, what did I do? How could I…?
He jumped to his feet and took three steps before his legs gave out. He reached out.
“Please, please don’t leave me! I don’t know why….I love you…I don’t know why I…”
Adam spun on his heels, finding Kris on his knees. Adam flew into his arms and hugged him tight. Kris clung on for dear life, his pleas continuing.
“How could I hurt you? I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I love you, don’t leave me!”
“Shhh, shhh, baby, don’t cry. YOU didn’t do anything but save me.”
“I don’t understand, I don’t understand.”
Adam held him tighter.
“I’m not leaving baby….WE are leaving. I’m packing YOUR things.”
Kris gazed over Adam’s shoulder. It was his dresser drawer that was open, his clothes piled haphazardly in the suitcase.
He pulled back a little, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. He calmed a bit but panic still filled each and every word.
“Adam, I tried to, I tried to, to…rape you!”
“No…you…didn’t.”
“But, but I remember, remember h-holding you down, h-hurting you, wanted to, to…”
“That wasn’t you. You weren’t the one hurting me. You saved me.”
Kris shook his head and groaned. He had the mother of all headaches. It hurt just to open his eyes.
“Kris, baby, look at me…please.”
Kris obliged though he couldn’t bring himself to look his husband in his beautiful blue eyes.
“We need to talk about this but we haven’t time.”
“Why?” Kris’ voice was weak as he felt like passing out.
“My things are packed, your things almost are. We have to get as far as we can from this house as quickly as we can. I’ll explain what I know later. It’s too dangerous to remain here longer.”
“Dangerous - our own home?” Then a horrible thought struck him. “Hannah! Joshua!”
“They’re fine. I called my mom last night - after things settled down - and asked her to come down from San Fran to pick the kids up. They all left about half an hour ago.”
“Mrs….”
“She went with them. Can you get dressed on your own?”
Kris struggled to his feet, standing on shaky legs.
“If I go slow, yeah.”
“Good, good.” Adam rushed to Kris’ suitcase and pulled out jeans and a t-shirt. “Hurry while I pack the rest of your things. The car is running. Please, just trust me.”
Adam turned back to the wardrobe then stopped. He looked at Kris slowly turning towards the bed, clothes in hand. Adam came up behind him, careful not to spook him, and took his elbow. Kris turned and Adam kissed his softly on the mouth.
“If you know nothing at all about last night, do know that you aren’t to blame. I love you baby.”
“I…I love you too.”
--*--
The drive to Long Beach was quiet. Neither of them spoke as Adam drove. Adam tried to concentrate on the road and arriving safely. Kris has fallen asleep, or passed out, not long after he got in the car. Adam nearly had to carry him out of the house and to the car. They had a beach house along the Pacific that they used every couple of months for a clfamily getaway. It was isolated from other homes and right on the sand. There was no one around to bother them.
By the time they reached the house, Kris woke up, feeling better. He still ached and his mind was still Swiss cheese but he was able to carry his own bags inside. He dropped his things on the bed and opened the sliding door to their deck. The crashing of the waves drowned out the thumping in his head. He sat on the steps, breathing in salt air and trying to tap into his elusive memories of yesterday and last night.
Adam soon joined him, passing Kris a steaming cup.
“Coffee?” Kris asked innocently.
“Ah, no, green tea. I’m off coffee for a while…maybe permanently.”
They sipped, watching the endless water, not each other. It would be easier this way.
“What do you remember Kris?”
“Fragments really. My last solid memory was going to the kitchen for some of Hannah and Mrs. W’s cookies. You were taking a long time getting pretty, as usual.”
Adam chuckled.
“I remember, I remember thinking how parties made me nervous…then I remember telling myself what to wear.”
He sipped some more. He delved deeper into his psyche. His hands started shaking.
“I, I remembered the painkillers, the one’s you took when you threw your back out last year. Did I use them on…?”
“No!” Adam cut him off. “I mean, I think they were used to make me, make me…but you didn’t slip them to me.”
Kris turned to his husband.
“Adam, what aren’t you telling me? Why are you so sure I wasn’t responsible when it was my hands…and mouth…on you?”
“I can’t tell you yet. You need to remember yourself first, as much as you.”
“Oh-kay. Um, the next thing I remember is someone calling to me, telling me wake up.”
“Who?” Adam knew who.
“A woman…it was a woman.”
“Audra.”
“Audra? Hannah’s imaginary friend Audra?”
“Yup.”
Kris was silent then started laughing. Adam wasn’t laughing.
“Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? She’s not real!”
“Do you think what happened to you wasn’t real?”
“I…” Kris didn’t know what to say to that. Something weird had definitely happened to him. Why would Audra being ‘real’ be anymore ridiculous right now than what he was remembering? “You’re sure.”
“That’s the name that came out of your mouth.”
Okay, if Adam said that, it must be so. Kris continued.
“Everything was dark. I could hear voices in the distance arguing. That voice, Audra, was trying to reach me. I saw you on the bed, like you were under water…you were, were naked and, and you, you looked…and then this man’s voice yelled at me to go away, that he, he, still needed my, my body.”
He paused, drinking more tea. His recollections were getting worse and worse.
“Audra screamed at me, saying Bobby…”
“Bobby.” Adam clenched his teeth. It was Bobby that wanted to rape him, whoever the fuck he was.
Kris voice grew thick with emotion.
“…saying Bobby was hurting you, was going to rape you and he was using ME to do it! I saw him lift your…grab your…going to, to…and I couldn’t let him, I had, I had to fight for you.”
He had to stop. Adam continued.
“There must have been quite a battle going on in your head; I’ve never seen someone fight with himself like that and I never want to again.”
“He, he fought so hard. I saw, I felt, you being rolled over, your legs…and when he yelled his was going to claim you, Audra was there again. She told me to release all my memories of you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know but it worked. I remembered the first time we met in Hollywood Week, being roommates in the Idol mansion, the show, the tour, the first time you kissed me, the first time we made love, the day we married, Hannah and Joshie, every wonderful thing I could think of. Maybe, I don’t know, maybe it was too much, too much ‘good’ for him to handle. Whatever the reason, I guess it worked.”
Kris put his hand on Adam’s arm and Adam pulled away.
“Audra and Bobby, who, what do you think they are? And what do they want?” Kris asked.
“It’s obvious what Bobby wants.”
Kris didn’t hear him.
“I, I think we need to know. We need to know what, who, we’re fighting,” Kris continued.
Adam tentatively took Kris’ hand, squeezing his fingers.
“We’ll find out, somehow. But right now you need your rest.”
“What about you?”
“Someone needs to get some food. I’ll just scoot out for a few groceries and be right back. Are you okay on your own?”
“Sure, whatever they are, they’re at the house and we’re here. I’ll be okay. Get my favs okay?”
Adam stood, taking Kris cup.
“Only you would be thinking about your stomach at a time like this.”
Adam left Kris on the deck and headed for the kitchen. He pulled his cell out of his jacket pocket and scrolled through his saved numbers.
“Hi beautiful, where are you?...Great, can you wait for me, I need to talk to you about something.”
--*--
Adam pulled into the office parking lot and headed up to the fifth floor. On the drive over, he tried to remember when everything first got strange, when things started happening and Hannah’s imaginary friend showed up. He narrowed it down to the most frightening day of his life - until last night - when he and the kids visited Paula’s club.
Paula had just been finishing a business meeting and she waited for him in the board room. She greeted him with a hug then took in his appearance.
“Adam, sweetie, is everything alright. You look downright….”
“…shitty?”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly use THAT word but…”
“I’m fine, had a rough day. Anyhow, can we talk?”
“Oh sure, sure, have a seat.”
He didn’t know how to start this conversation without giving too much away.
“Paula, what do you know about the history of your new club, I mean the history of the property.”
“What do you mean exactly?”
“Who owned it before you, thing that happened there?”
“I do have a list somewhere of the previous owners but that’s all. I’m not much of a history buff. I live more in the here and now. I thought you did too?”
“I used to,” he muttered to himself before speaking up. “Could you find that list and send it to me?”
“Sure, but Adam…”
He didn’t give her a chance to continue. He kissed her cheek, thanked her and hurried out.
--*--
“Daddy, daddy, I didn’t get to say good bye.”
“That’s okay Sweetpea, Papa told you I’d call, right.”
“Yeah, I miss you.”
“We miss you too, and Joshie.”
Kris listened to her ramble on about the car ride and stopping at the pier for ice cream and the new toys Nanna bought them. Kris smiled and tears wet his cheeks. He missed them but was happy they were safe. He wanted to ask Hannah about Audra but didn’t; he and Adam would have to talk about this first.
“Madeline’s sad.”
“Oh?”
“She lost her belt.”
“Her…belt.”
“She had it around her middle but it’s gone.”
“That’s okay Sweetpea, we can get her a new belt. Maybe Nanna could buy you one.”
“It was real special Daddy.”
--*--
The rest of the afternoon, they rested, or tried to. Night time came and Kris was in bed, waiting for Adam. If they could be with each, hold each other, Kris knew everything could work out. An hour passed and Adam didn’t come in. Kris looked for him and found him sitting on the deck stairs, illuminated by the moonlight. He had a glass in his hand.
“Hey Lover, are you coming to bed?”
Adam didn’t turn around. He took another drink.
“Don’t wait up for me baby, I’m so tired I don’t think I could sleep; I’d just toss and turn, keeping you awake. When I’m ready, I’ll crash in the guest room.”
“Guest room?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll be asleep by the time I’m ready and , I, ah, don’t want to disturb you.”
Kris thought he knew the real reason but didn’t voice it.
“If you think that’s best.”
“I do, for now.”
“I guess I’ll see you in the morning then. Good night Adam. I love you.”
“Night baby.”
--*--
Adam waited half an hour after Kris left him before heading to the guest room. Usually, he slept naked - saved time when he and Kris got an impulse - but he got under the covers fully clothed. Even his shoes were still on.
He grabbed the other pillow and brought it to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. In the silence, he heard Bobby’s words…’I can’t wait to make you scream my name. I’m going to fuck you so hard and long you won’t be able to sit for a week’. Those were Bobby’s words but it was Kris’ voice he heard, Kris’ hands he felt, Kris’ face leering at him.
He loved Kris dearly but froze at the thought of sleeping with him right now.
“Damn you Bobby, why didn't you stay in hell,” Adam cried softly, biting the edge of the pillow so Kris wouldn’t hear him as he let go of the terror and fear and pain inflicted on him.
As he wept, his hand rested over the cold metal of the necklace hidden beneath his shirt.