Time for Miracles Chapter 9 Break Stuff
Part 9 of the Time for Miracles series. I can't believe that I actually got 2 parts done in one day. Still feeling inspired so I might write some more today. It might not get posted right away though. Feedback is always welcome.
Title: Break Stuff
Author: pink_glitter_26
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: R
Warnings: some language
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This story is purely fictional.
Summary: Tommy loses control.
Author’s Notes: Feedback is always welcome.
“It’s just one of those days…When you don’t wanna wake up…Everything is fucked…Everybody sucks…And if my day keeps goin’ this way…I just might break your fucking face tonight.”
--Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit
Tommy had been staying with Adam for a month. His recovery was going well. He was walking a lot better. He still had trouble putting his full weight on the leg, but he could hobble around. His memory and focus were improving. He didn’t need the medication for that any longer. He still needed the pain pills though. During the day, it was usually okay, but at night the pain was really bad.
Today Tommy was at the house alone for the first time since moving in. Adam had gone out to run a few errands. He had wanted to call someone to stay with Tommy while he was gone, but Tommy had insisted that he would be fine for a few hours by himself. Adam agreed, but only if Tommy promised to keep the phone on him at all times and call immediately if he needed help.
Once Adam was gone, Tommy sat on his bed and tried to decide what to do. He saw his acoustic guitar propped up in the corner. He hadn’t played since the accident. He decided that he would give it a try. He hobbled over and picked the instrument up. It felt good in his hands. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed it until he was holding it again.
Tommy took a seat and tuned the guitar. Once it was tuned, he started to randomly pluck out a few chords. It wasn’t a song, but it sounded good and it felt good. Tommy smiled. He stopped a moment and thought of a song to play. He settled on a Metallica song and started to play the first few notes. It didn’t sound right. He tried again, but it still sounded off.
“Get it together.” Tommy told himself.
He sighed and closed his eyes to concentrate. He focused on another song and started playing it. It didn’t sound right either. He scolded himself again. He decided that he should try one of Adam’s songs. He had been playing them for a long time. He should be able to get one of them right. He took a deep breath and started playing. It was like his fingers weren’t moving fast enough. It didn’t sound right at all.
“Fuck!” Tommy cursed. “Come on, you can do this. Just concentrate.”
Tommy tried again. It was still wrong.
“Damn it!” Tommy shouted as he threw his guitar across the room.
It hit the nightstand and broke. Tommy’s whole body was shaking. He was pissed…at himself…at the guitar…at the stupid driver who had caused the accident…at the whole fucking world. He stood up and without thinking began to throw things around and knock things over.
“Tommy, I’m home. I got some of that ice cream that you like.” Adam called a little while later when he returned from his outing.
Tommy didn’t answer, so Adam sat the bags down and went to find him. He wanted to make sure that he was okay. When he walked into Tommy’s room, he gasped at the destruction. Tommy was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hanging.
“Tommy, what the hell happened in here?” Adam inquired as he entered the room and made his way toward his friend.
Tommy jerked his head up and looked at Adam. Tears were streaming down his face.
“I’m…I’m really…sorry.” Tommy sobbed.
Adam had reached Tommy and sat beside him. It was then that he noticed that Tommy was bleeding from a cut on his left hand.
“Shit! Tommy, you’re bleeding.” Adam cursed as he reached for Tommy’s hand to look at it.
Tommy looked down at his hand. He saw the blood dripping to the floor, but he didn’t feel the pain. Adam quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. He returned seconds later with a wet washcloth and a towel. Quickly, he dapped at the cut. It didn’t appear to be too serious. He wrapped the towel around Tommy’s hand to stop the bleeding.
“Tommy, talk to me. What happened?” Adam asked as he gently rubbed Tommy’s back.
“I just wanted to play my guitar.” Tommy gestured to where his guitar lay broken on the floor. “But I couldn’t. I couldn’t play anything. I couldn’t remember the chords and when I did, there still didn’t sound right. I just got so mad.”
“Why didn’t you call me before you went all Fight Club on your room?”
“It all just happened so fast. I was so mad…At everything and I guess I just took it out on the room.” Tommy responded looking around the room for the first time. “Shit, Adam, I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up and I replace whatever was yours.”
“You don’t have to replace anything. And you are absolutely not helping to clean it up. I don’t want you to cut yourself again. I’m gonna clean your hand up and bandage it and then you’re going to relax while I get this mess cleaned up.” Adam explained.
“I’m sorry…so fucking sorry.” Tommy blubbered and he dropped his head to Adam’s shoulder.
“It’s okay. It’s all gonna be okay.” Adam mumbled as he smoothed Tommy’s hair.
Later while Adam was cleaning Tommy’s room, he found a half empty pain pill bottle on the floor. He looked at it and realized that it had only been filled a little over a week ago. It was a month’s supply and should have had many more pills still in it. He was beginning to fear that Tommy was addicted to the pills.