Chapter 8 - The Truth

                                    

                                          
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES MENTION OF SELF-HARM, MENTION OF SUICIDE, MENTION OF R&PE, AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS⚠️
This chapter is what starts 'it' all. I'll save the good smutty parts for its own chapter but this one has more lewd words and shit. Also, I want some chapters to be Adam's point of view too to make things more interesting and to give a view of his perspective.
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Adam's Point of View
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I feel so bad that she relapsed and didn't think to tell me but in this day and age, I can only guess why she decides to keep it to herself.
As I lead her out of the elevator, I can feel her hand starting to shake. She's probably overthinking everything right now. I squeeze her hand for a moment, reassuring her it's okay. I lead her through the Kindergarten corridor and out the back door to the employee parking lot.
As we exit the building, we walk towards my ride. I reach into my pocket with my free hand and unlock my car. I felt her hand slip out of mine almost immediately, as she realized.
"A fucking Lambo?!" She exclaims.
"Black matte with gold rims," I reply.
She covers her mouth as she attempts to calm down.
"What?" I tilt my head, my hands in my pockets.
"What?! It's a fucking Lamborghini! That's like...$300,000! And you go 'what?' like it's nothing! That's more than I can make in 10 years of working, and I've been at this job for 4 years and I barely have enough for basic necessities."
I roll my eyes. Not out of spite but out of sympathy. I grew up with everything at every second. It makes me feel horrible knowing she's struggling financially and mentally. On top of that, the bar she works at is a horrible place.
When she and I met after years of being separated, I saw her working at the bar when I moved down here a year ago. I've been too busy with my own work to surprise her. I got in contact with the man she works for and he's worse than I could've ever imagined. I don't remember too much since I blocked it out of my memory but one thing I will never forget is that he mainly hires women since it arouses him, and the women working there aren't aware of it.
Remembering it right then and there while Y/N is in front of me makes my stomach churn. That's why I want her to work for me, or at least find a new job with a superior who isn't fucked up in the head in the most disgusting way possible.
Shaking my head to rid the horrible memories, I walk in front of her and open the door for her. "Hop in. You'll feel better once we're home."
"'Once we're home', you make it sound like we're married." She mocks.
Before she gets in the car, I grab her chin and I turn her head towards me. "Don't. Mock me, yeah? I'm doing this for you. I don't appreciate the attitude." I growl.
She stares at me, and I stare at her back. "Sorry. It's not that deep," she murmurs as she tries to turn away.
I turn her head back to look at me. "It is that deep. I'm doing all this for you. I've been nice to you, kind to you, everything." I taunt. "I even fixed you up, and continue to treat me like the bad guy. If I were you, I'd be a little less mouthy." She looks away from my eyes with a smug look. I take this opportunity to admire her up close. Her (h/c) hair, her (e/c) eyes, her pouty lips, I love everything about her. If only she knew the lewd things I'd do to her if she'd let me.
I smile at the thoughts, then I let go of her before I make things worse. "Hop in. You'll feel better once we're at my place." I say instead.
She huffs and does as I ask. I shut the door for her as she gets situated. I walk in front of my car and to the opposite side to the driver's side. I open the door to sit down before shutting the door and starting the car. I buckle up as I lull my head to look at her. "You buckled?"