Drawn to the Flames

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 6 (v.1)

Submitted: December 02, 2010

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Submitted: December 02, 2010



"Mrs. Sullivan, he doesn't want to come home," I said. I decided to go see Adam's parents, who were insisting to take him back.
"He is my son. He needs to come home," Mrs. Sullivan said angrily. She looked about in her mid-thirties. Light blonde hair, light green eyes and a small nose crookedely set above her full pink lips.
"He's almost eighteen, hun. He needs some time is all. He'll come to his senses sooner or later," said Mr. Sullivan in a slurred tone. He looked like an older version of Joe Jonas. His thick black hairwas slightly curled. His eyes were dark brown and he had a five'o'clock shadow around the smug smile he seemed to love.
"It's no good. He's never coming home and you and I both know that. I'm just going to have to accept it," Mrs. Sullivan said.
"He will come back. You just have to show him that you're ready to have a son," I said. They looked at me like I was crazy. "He says he feels ignored."
"Oh," his mother said as she quickly glanced down at the floor.
"Well, that's gonna have to change," I said kindly. "If you change your attitudes, it will make him feel at home and loved, if that's what you truly want."
"How do you know so much about him?" She asked, starting to get ears in her eyes. I just looked at her.
"I have to go now, but if you need anything, just call me," I finally said. As I left, I heard her finally let out her cries of pain and sadness.
When I got home, Adam was laying on the couch staring at the ceiling. Stephanie was on the floor beside the couch watching cartoons.
"I went to see your parents," I said. He looked at me angrily.
"Why?" He asked harshly.
"They're worried about you. And before you say anything, just know that they are willing to change for you," I said calmly.
"I don't care. I don't want to go back," he said carefully.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Why should I? They've never been there for me and I don't want them to give up on me if they try to understand," he said. I looked at him blankly. Walking up the stairs, he gets up and grabs my wrist.
"You have to give them a chance. Open up a little, give them something to understand," I said as I turned around.
"There's nothing I can give them that I haven't already," he said.
"Yes there is," I told him. He looked at me confused.
"And what's that?" He said.
"There's a lot you can tell them. About you leaving, you cutting, you and Mr. Gorge," my voice trailed off.
"How do you know about that?" He asked as he looked down, a tear dropping from his face.
"I don't know what happened, I just know you hold something against him," I said. He looked up, tears streaming down his pale face.
"I have to go," he said as he took off for the door. I let out a sigh and walked into my room. Tears now falling from my face, I slide under my covers and cry myself to sleep as I remember what happened to me.

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