Humming softly to himself, thumbing through the pages of a magazine he'd bought on his walk about an hour prior. Their advertisements glittered brilliantly to him, beckoning for the sparkling products displayed on the pages. The man chewed gently on his bottom lip, mind riddled with various thoughts. Laramie lay on the floor...

Chewing on the mans

Adam sat at the dining room table, his papers placed to the side, and his vial of clear liquid no longer on the towel but emptied and washed. Placed in a small biohazard bag by the trash, the vial lay now, its stopper along side it. Phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, Adam let it ring as he gazed to the plain white coffee cup poised on ( Read more... )

Adam sat at the dinner table, chewing gently on his bottle lip as he toiled over pen and paper, a calculator beside his arm. The man taked away on several calculations, a folded towel with the vial of clear liquid placed on it. Laramie sat on the couch chewing at his ass.

Adam stood on the balcony, a small vial of clear liquid in his hand, hazels staring intently on it. HE didn't like the idea of killing another man. But he didn't think he had much of a choice. He had hurt Emma. And he was probably going to kill whatever child they would make together. It was more for that child than for Emma that he was doing this ( Read more... )

"Andy... The guy's well over two hundred. I'm gunna need more than just sixty. More like six hundred," Adam looked down at the yellowish powder on the scale, Andy on the other side of the table, measuring it out ( Read more... )

Adam lay on his back in the living room floor, Laramie laying beside him with his head on the mans stomach. Eyes blinked blankly up at the ceiling, covering over the events of the past week. Nothing but the sound of the muted traffic outside the balcony doors was heard apart from the occasional sigh.

( The Ghost of You )

Hours of sleeplessness had given him the time he needed to make his decision. With Emma now out and about, Adam was left to begin his plan. He had thought out the words, the place, and the manner. This was his power. This was how he'd get by the danger to face his fears. To face his duty ( Read more... )

Been back for a day... Still can't get Emma off my brain. I love it. Shared a bit of my past with her. She was cool with it. Even if it was a rather dark piece of history she accepted me. That's why I love her. Well, one of many, many reason why I love Emma. Nana was very happy to see us. Laramie had a blast chasing the chickens. Emma even left her ( Read more... )

Dinner on day two was much as filling as it was the night before; cornbread, beef pot pie, chicken dumplings, and more corn. Nana already asleep in her bed, Adam on the porch, a Corona in one hand and Laramie's ear in the other. Soft touch allowed him to message the dogs ear, Laramie lavishing in it. Gaze to the stars, a sweet grin on his lost face