Chapter 219 - 219

"Let's get you home Daniel." Markus said after hearing his friend's words and the boy nodded. He was the one actually helping him since Adam for an uncertain amount of time had decided to just lay there on the road. His eyes were closed, his clothes getting wet. 

There was no doubt about it. It didn't even take one second for Adam to realize it. It was inevitable and no matter what he did nothing would change, Sadly, as it seemed he was cursed. 

"I took him home." He heard Markus tell him as he returned from his small stroll. Adam opened his eyes, his face right in front of him, his golden curls landing on his nose making him want to sneeze. "So, let's talk." He said with a huge smile. 

"Talk about what?" Adam asked, even though he was already aware of what the answer was. 

"About this." He said wiggling his eyebrows. "About how the rich son of a factory owner, at the top of the British high society, a supernatural creature of unrivaled strength fell in love with a lowly hood rat, covered in dirt from head to toe and a man at that! Oh, gods this is better than those spicy novels." He cheered as Adam got up. 

"Markus." Adam called out, staring at him seriously. "Never speak a word of it. You know that if my father finds out he will kill him." 

"I know, I know. Do not worry my friend. But I may have done something for you. Because you know I am too kind." He said. 

"What did you do?" he asked, feeling worried. They had begun walking, ready to return to their own neighborhood. Adam was already wishing deep inside him that his father would be still at work and not see the mess he had become. He wasn't a good liar. 

"Daniel usually hangs out with his friends at night behind your father's factory. I may have told him that we will you know, drop by. He did seem quite happy." He stated and Adam stopped walking, placing his palms on his arms, shaking him up a bit. 

"Have you gone completely mad? Why did you do that?" he asked and his friend laughed. 

"Well, I am just looking out for you mate. Now, now let's go." He said. 

Adam couldn't believe his words, what he had just heard. It would be very simple for him to deny and not go. Sleep on his bed peacefully and wake up the next morning like nothing had ever happened. That would be one path he was able to take with only one word. He could just say no but at the thought of uttering it he simply stopped. 

You see, Adam was suddenly excited. For the first time in his life he felt his heart race with anticipation, his mind travelling to their meeting and what he should do. In just a few minutes, not even an hour he had managed to experience feeling he didn't know he could feel. All that just because he was there. 

His house was a big mansion at one of London's best neighborhoods away from the dirt and filth of the slums. That day it was the first time Adam had witnessed true poverty, bodies damaged by syphilis, prostitutes, ragged dressed kids with dirty faces. Rats and bugs everywhere. So when he stood at his front door, seeing the enormous building that could fit thirty of these people, with its pretty tapestry and the luxurious rooms, the always filled kitchen he felt depressed. His family had food to feed fifty people or even maybe more while back there they struggled to even find a meal. The cause of that, painful to accept but true was his father. He was taking advantage of his pack, turning it into cheap workforce so his family and a few more could flourish. 

With a loud sigh he knocked on the door, waiting for a maid to open and stare at him confused, based on his pitiful appearance. His hair tie had broken and fallen somewhere on the road, his hair messy and lines of dirt decorated his handsome face. The door opened unfortunately revealing the last person he wanted to see. His father was looking down on him, his built figure closing any view of the inside of the house. Adam was aware though that his mother would be crying somewhere in the back, knowing what was about to follow. 

"You disobeyed me." He said and Adam closed his eyes, scared. 

"I can explain father, it's a big misunderstanding if you just…" he started saying, hoping he would find an excuse until he finished his sentence. Things went sideways though. His father grabbed him by the collar and threw him inside the house. Adam landing on the floor, his forehead hitting right on the wood. 

"You are not supposed to be there!" he shouted and kicked him in the stomach. Adam gasped, filling the blood rush to his lips. 

"Richard don't hurt the child!" His mother screamed saddened and the man stared at her, signaling her to shut up. His father grabbed him, raising him on his feet just to throw a few good punches on his face. His eye started to turn purple, his lips were cut and his face was filled with blood. 

"Are you sorry child?" he asked him, his voice resembling a thunder. Adam wasn't sorry, why should he? He just went out; he didn't cause any trouble. He didn't answer regretting it right answer. His father's next move, angered by his son's silence was to take a handful of his hair and smack his head right onto the wall. The pretty tapestry with the delicate flowers was soon painted red. "Are you sorry?" he asked and kept hitting his head. Adam couldn't even speak, he was dizzy, his eyes closing on their own. He was in so much pain, feeling like his brain would explode. His lungs were on fire and with his remaining strength he mumbled. 

"I…sorry. Please, forgive me." He told his father and was instantly thrown to the start of the staircase, him landing at the edge of a step with his ribcage, his breath stopping. He huffed, his eyes widening as his neck reddened. He couldn't breathe. Seeing this his mother ran towards him wanting to tend to her child but his father stopped her. 

"Leave him. Go to your room, no food for him tonight." He said before he disappeared into his office, dragging his wife along making sure that she didn't help him. Adam couldn't even stand. For half an hour he laid on the stairs until he managed to reach his room, getting up the stairs in fours. 

He laid on his bed, crying, feeling not only physical but emotional pain too. He cried till the sun fell, until he fell asleep but soon he was woken up by a sound on his window. 

He stumbled to it, opening to see his friend throwing rocks to signal him. 

"Oh that looks bad." He said and frowned, seeing his state. 

"It feels bad too." He told him. 

"So, tonight is canceled?" 

"No, I am jumping, catch me." Adam said. His father wouldn't win this time. 

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