Return Engagement Chapter 11/13
Title: Return Engagement, Chapter 11/13
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This never happened.
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
Chapter 9 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9503.html#cutid1
Chapter 10 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9836.html#cutid1
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The highway was bumper to bumper. Kris pounded on his horn, his frustration lost amongst the chorus of other pissed drivers. He dialed home again. Still no answer.
“Damn it Adam, pick up the fucking phone!” Kris yelled, shaking the steering wheel, on the verge of tears.
--*--
Adam tried to make himself invisible as he stood in the crowded corridor. The man on the other end of the telephone asked him to speak up but Adam was afraid of being overheard. What if someone told Bobby what he was doing?
“I can’t hear you lady. Where do you want to go?”
“I want a train ticket to New York City. How much please.”
That much?
“I’ll take it, one way. Yes, I’ll pick it up at the station tonight.”
He’d find the money somehow. Bobby kept all the money he earned, graciously handing some over whenever his Kitten begged. He rushed into his dressing room and closed the door. He would have locked it if Bobby hadn’t taken the key. He stripped off his summer dress and slipped on a silky robe. He sat in front of the mirror, not all that surprised at his appearance.
Adam had become somewhat of an expert at covering up Bobby’s handy work. He spread foundation over his neck and face, going heavier over the bruises. He applied the rest of his make up. As he started fixing his hair, Bobby strolled in.
“The telegram’s been sent; you were very gracious when you declined.”
Bobby stood behind Adam’s chair. Both of them looked at each other through the mirror. Bobby rested his hands on Adam’s shoulders, slowly squeezing through the fabric.
“What do you say Audra?”
He pressed harder, pinching a nerve.
Adam twitched.
“Thank you Bobby.”
“Ah, Kitten, you can do better than that.”
Adam knew what Bobby was asking. He braced himself.
“Your robe.”
“Bobby, the door’s open.”
“Your robe.”
Adam obeyed, untying his robe. He closed his eyes.
“Audra, look at me,” Bobby ordered. Adam obeyed.
“You’ve done a fine job with the make up but you still look a little pale.”
“I, I ran out of rouge.”
“I’ll put some color in your cheeks.”
Bobby ran his hands down between Adam’s breasts and fiddled with the lace on his panties, his fingers stroking Adam’s abdomen.
“Lift.”
With both hands on the chair, Adam lifted himself up enough for Bobby to remove his girl’s panties, dropping them to the floor.
“Open.”
Still hovering over the seat, Adam opened his thighs and Bobby’s hand pushed between his legs, feeling around til he found Adam’s hole.
He was rough, prodding, getting his fingers in place. He’d done this to Audra many times; he knew she hated it but he didn’t care. Anytime he could humiliate her and pleasure himself was worth her reluctance.
“Sit.”
Adam lowered slowly, mounting Bobby’s fingers as they imbedded themselves deep inside.
Bobby licked Adam’s ear.
“This is a much better apology.” He wiggled his fingers, sending shudders through Adam. “Your mind might fight me but your body can’t. Oooooh Kitten, you’re so wet for me, so tight.”
Bobby moved faster inside Adam, stimulating his reluctant body, his face turning hot and red. Adam watched his tormentor in the mirror. Bobby had his eyes closed, a sick smile on his face.
Once Bobby came in his pants, he pulled his hand out, wiping it on the edge of Adam’s robe.
“That’s better Kitten,” he cooed, rubbing Adam’s bright red cheeks. “A little finger fucking does wonders for the complexion.”
--*--
Traffic hadn’t moved in twenty minutes. Kris was getting more and more frantic. He tried Adam nearly forty times with no answer. The cars were so close, he couldn’t even get his door open to run down the highway and find another way home.
The phone rang.
“Adam, Adam, thank God. Where have you been?”
“Kris, it’s Paula. What’s wrong?”
He didn’t know how to answer that.
“Kris, I know something is up. All these crazy questions about the past owners of the club and the ghost talk. You two are up to something. Spill.”
“Paula, I, I don’t have time, I have to get home….say, where are you right now.”
She told him.
“You’re ten minutes from our beach house!”
“I know, I’m heading that way to see you guys.”
“I’m not there, I’m stuck on the highway, but Adam’s home. Paula, listen to me - get to the beach house as fast as possible and tell Adam to take that necklace off.”
“What?”
“Hurry! Tell him to take that necklace off and leave the house. Don’t take the necklace with you.”
“Sure, okay, but I want the full story later.”
“Thanks. Have Adam call me when you get there.”
--*--
Music floated through the dressing room walls as Adam sat at his make up table. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his performance tonight, not the pain in his crotch.
Adam could clearly see in his mind’s eye every dilapidated stage, every second rate theater he had sung in on his way to stardom. He had yearned for fame since he was a child, doing his first professional show at age nine somewhere in the Midwest. Each musical number blurred into the next until his memory reached the day he caught his big break.
Adam had seen a listing in Variety for an open casting call. A big movie studio was auditioning girl singers and dancers for a spectacular production they were filming. He wasn’t much of a dancer but he could sing and was lucky enough to get a roll in the chorus.
The day of filming, one of the starlets came down ill and they needed a girl who knew the song immediately. Luckily for Adam, it was a song he knew and he stepped in. While he didn’t become a movie star, he did attract the attention of a nightclub owner who hired him on the spot.
Adam’s boss, Bobby Fontaine, was very good to him at first, leaving little presents in his dressing room like flowers, champagne and jewelry. He was the star of the club and Bobby treated Adam as such. Within a month, he became his girl. They spent nearly every hour together. Bobby set Adam up in a fancy apartment in Beverly Hills, provided him with a driver and car and gave him money when Bobby felt like it.
Adam pinned his long black hair up on the left side with a silk flower. His golden gown draped over his curves, revealing ample cleavage. Between his breasts rested an oval ebony pendant set with a large solitary diamond. Bobby had given him that necklace. It was ostentatious and worth enough at a pawn shop for that train ticket out of town.
Adam turned his head, lifting his chin. He picked up his powder puff and dusted away the last hint of bruises on his neck. His foundation and hair cascading down the right side of his face covered the shiner on his right eye. After tonight’s show, he’d be free.
Knuckles rapped on his door. “Five minutes Miss Landon.”
“Thank you Charlie,” Adam called back.
He stood up on shaky legs, looked around to make sure his luggage was still hidden behind his dressing screen and headed to the stage.
Adam stood in the wings, watching the audience anxiously. The band leader looked towards him as he started Adam’s introduction. He loved this song with his whole heart and couldn’t wait to debut it.
Cold hands settled on his shoulders and squeezed possessively. Bobby whispered in his ear.
“You look beautiful my little kitten. My finger’s certainly helped.”
He plastered on a fake smile. “Thank you Bobby.”
“I see you’re wearing that necklace. I thought you didn’t like it.”
Adam’s hand flew to his chest. “Oh but I do, Bobby, I do. I couldn’t imagine not wearing it tonight.”
Bobby leaned in and kissed Adam’s ear. “Don’t you mean you couldn’t imagine any other way to leave me?”
“Bobby, no, I, I wouldn’t leave you!”
“Lying bitch.”
The music swelled and Adam felt fire radiate through his back. Then everything went black.
--*--
Finally, Kris reached the cutoff and drove as fast as legally possible. He stopped at a red light and his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID - it was Paula.
“Are you there? Did you find Adam?”
There was silence.
“Paula? What’s the hell’s going on?”
Her voice was small, thick.
“They’re putting him in the ambulance.”
The light turned green. Kris didn’t move.
“Wh-what happened?”
“I knocked and he didn’t answer then I looked through the front window and saw him on the floor, not moving.”
Cars honked behind him. Kris didn’t care.
“How is he?”
“He’s unconscious. Did you know about his neck and face?”
“Yeah.”
“All the paramedics know for sure is he’s not responding very well and his pulse is weak.”
“Which hospital…thanks, I’ll meet you there. You are going with him aren’t you?”
“If you want me too.”
“Please.”
Kris hung up and rested his head against the steering wheel, shoulders shaking.
“Please God; don’t talk him away from his kids, from me…..from me.”
--*--
The hospital room was quiet. Outside, a crowd had gathered as word spread about Adam Lambert being rushed to the emergency room unconscious. The curtains were drawn but Paula peered out.
“The crowd’s getting bigger.”
“I don’t give a shit, I just want my husband to wake up.”
Paula had met him in a private waiting room when he arrived. Adam was with the doctors and had become somewhat a mystery. Aside from the bruises, which Kris explained away somehow, there were no signs of outward trauma. They did toxicology tests, CAT scans, x-rays, every procedure they had in their medical arsenal and couldn’t diagnose the cause of his coma-like state.
Kris knew. The cause was around his neck.
“I’m having trouble accepting your explanation,” Paula said, sitting beside Kris.
“It’s not an explanation, it’s the truth. If we could just get that damned necklace off him, I know he’d wake up, I just know it.”
When Adam was settled in his room, Kris had noticed right away the necklace was still on him. He immediately tried to remove it but the clasp was jammed and the chain was too small to fit over Adam’s head. Kris had demanded a pair of wire cutters to slice it off and if it weren’t for Paula, Kris would have been committed to the psychiatric ward, the way he carried on when they refused him.
Paula placed a light hand on Kris’s shoulder.
“I’ve known you two for nearly eight years now and if you tell me that you’re being haunted, then I’ll believe you.”
Kris covered her hand with his.
“Thank you. Can we have some alone time, would you mind.”
Paula kissed his head, then leaned over the bed and kissed Adam’s cheek.
“I’ll be outside if you need me.”
Kris started pacing, wringing his hands, watching the lifeless body of his lover. The doctor’s had hooked Adam up to multiple monitors, keeping track of every life sign to try and figure what was going on. On his forehead, they had attached sensors to track his brain activity. Beside the bed, a needle flicked back and forth on a continuous role of paper. Nothing had changed in hours.
There had to be something someone could do. The conversations Kris had had with Leila and Mrs. Willowby, and Kris’ own parents, when the news broke, had been heart wrenching. Thankfully, Hannah and Joshie were too young to know what was going on. How could have told them their Papa was so sick.
Kris looked at the necklace and an idea came to him. He was desperate and never would have willing considered this but he had run out of options and Adam could be running out of time.
He picked up Adam’s hand and kissed it.
“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do. I, we, don’t have a choice. God watch over you my love.”
Kris picked an empty corner and started his plea.
“Audra, I know you are here. I know Bobby is here too. I’m taking a risk but after all I’ve learned about you Audra, I know you are a good person. You’ve been a victim and you’ve been our heroine, saving both of us from….well, you know what I’m talking about. If there’s anything you can do to help Adam, to get him to wake up…. If you need to, to enter his body, possess him, to help, then do it. I’m begging you. Just bring him home to me.”
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris, OMCs
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. This never happened.
Summary: Adam’s attempt to honor the past creates chaos and terror in the present
Warnings: language, angst, sex, murder off page, hauntings, supernatural possession - BEWARE OF TRIGGERS: new warnings may be added as warranted
New warning for this chapter - PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS TO ABUSE OR VIOLENCE.
Chapter 1 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6232.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6630.html#cutid1
Chapter 3 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/6833.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7322.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/7499.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8153.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8258.html#cutid1
Chapter 8 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/8898.html#cutid1
Chapter 9 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9503.html#cutid1
Chapter 10 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/9836.html#cutid1
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The highway was bumper to bumper. Kris pounded on his horn, his frustration lost amongst the chorus of other pissed drivers. He dialed home again. Still no answer.
“Damn it Adam, pick up the fucking phone!” Kris yelled, shaking the steering wheel, on the verge of tears.
--*--
Adam tried to make himself invisible as he stood in the crowded corridor. The man on the other end of the telephone asked him to speak up but Adam was afraid of being overheard. What if someone told Bobby what he was doing?
“I can’t hear you lady. Where do you want to go?”
“I want a train ticket to New York City. How much please.”
That much?
“I’ll take it, one way. Yes, I’ll pick it up at the station tonight.”
He’d find the money somehow. Bobby kept all the money he earned, graciously handing some over whenever his Kitten begged. He rushed into his dressing room and closed the door. He would have locked it if Bobby hadn’t taken the key. He stripped off his summer dress and slipped on a silky robe. He sat in front of the mirror, not all that surprised at his appearance.
Adam had become somewhat of an expert at covering up Bobby’s handy work. He spread foundation over his neck and face, going heavier over the bruises. He applied the rest of his make up. As he started fixing his hair, Bobby strolled in.
“The telegram’s been sent; you were very gracious when you declined.”
Bobby stood behind Adam’s chair. Both of them looked at each other through the mirror. Bobby rested his hands on Adam’s shoulders, slowly squeezing through the fabric.
“What do you say Audra?”
He pressed harder, pinching a nerve.
Adam twitched.
“Thank you Bobby.”
“Ah, Kitten, you can do better than that.”
Adam knew what Bobby was asking. He braced himself.
“Your robe.”
“Bobby, the door’s open.”
“Your robe.”
Adam obeyed, untying his robe. He closed his eyes.
“Audra, look at me,” Bobby ordered. Adam obeyed.
“You’ve done a fine job with the make up but you still look a little pale.”
“I, I ran out of rouge.”
“I’ll put some color in your cheeks.”
Bobby ran his hands down between Adam’s breasts and fiddled with the lace on his panties, his fingers stroking Adam’s abdomen.
“Lift.”
With both hands on the chair, Adam lifted himself up enough for Bobby to remove his girl’s panties, dropping them to the floor.
“Open.”
Still hovering over the seat, Adam opened his thighs and Bobby’s hand pushed between his legs, feeling around til he found Adam’s hole.
He was rough, prodding, getting his fingers in place. He’d done this to Audra many times; he knew she hated it but he didn’t care. Anytime he could humiliate her and pleasure himself was worth her reluctance.
“Sit.”
Adam lowered slowly, mounting Bobby’s fingers as they imbedded themselves deep inside.
Bobby licked Adam’s ear.
“This is a much better apology.” He wiggled his fingers, sending shudders through Adam. “Your mind might fight me but your body can’t. Oooooh Kitten, you’re so wet for me, so tight.”
Bobby moved faster inside Adam, stimulating his reluctant body, his face turning hot and red. Adam watched his tormentor in the mirror. Bobby had his eyes closed, a sick smile on his face.
Once Bobby came in his pants, he pulled his hand out, wiping it on the edge of Adam’s robe.
“That’s better Kitten,” he cooed, rubbing Adam’s bright red cheeks. “A little finger fucking does wonders for the complexion.”
--*--
Traffic hadn’t moved in twenty minutes. Kris was getting more and more frantic. He tried Adam nearly forty times with no answer. The cars were so close, he couldn’t even get his door open to run down the highway and find another way home.
The phone rang.
“Adam, Adam, thank God. Where have you been?”
“Kris, it’s Paula. What’s wrong?”
He didn’t know how to answer that.
“Kris, I know something is up. All these crazy questions about the past owners of the club and the ghost talk. You two are up to something. Spill.”
“Paula, I, I don’t have time, I have to get home….say, where are you right now.”
She told him.
“You’re ten minutes from our beach house!”
“I know, I’m heading that way to see you guys.”
“I’m not there, I’m stuck on the highway, but Adam’s home. Paula, listen to me - get to the beach house as fast as possible and tell Adam to take that necklace off.”
“What?”
“Hurry! Tell him to take that necklace off and leave the house. Don’t take the necklace with you.”
“Sure, okay, but I want the full story later.”
“Thanks. Have Adam call me when you get there.”
--*--
Music floated through the dressing room walls as Adam sat at his make up table. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his performance tonight, not the pain in his crotch.
Adam could clearly see in his mind’s eye every dilapidated stage, every second rate theater he had sung in on his way to stardom. He had yearned for fame since he was a child, doing his first professional show at age nine somewhere in the Midwest. Each musical number blurred into the next until his memory reached the day he caught his big break.
Adam had seen a listing in Variety for an open casting call. A big movie studio was auditioning girl singers and dancers for a spectacular production they were filming. He wasn’t much of a dancer but he could sing and was lucky enough to get a roll in the chorus.
The day of filming, one of the starlets came down ill and they needed a girl who knew the song immediately. Luckily for Adam, it was a song he knew and he stepped in. While he didn’t become a movie star, he did attract the attention of a nightclub owner who hired him on the spot.
Adam’s boss, Bobby Fontaine, was very good to him at first, leaving little presents in his dressing room like flowers, champagne and jewelry. He was the star of the club and Bobby treated Adam as such. Within a month, he became his girl. They spent nearly every hour together. Bobby set Adam up in a fancy apartment in Beverly Hills, provided him with a driver and car and gave him money when Bobby felt like it.
Adam pinned his long black hair up on the left side with a silk flower. His golden gown draped over his curves, revealing ample cleavage. Between his breasts rested an oval ebony pendant set with a large solitary diamond. Bobby had given him that necklace. It was ostentatious and worth enough at a pawn shop for that train ticket out of town.
Adam turned his head, lifting his chin. He picked up his powder puff and dusted away the last hint of bruises on his neck. His foundation and hair cascading down the right side of his face covered the shiner on his right eye. After tonight’s show, he’d be free.
Knuckles rapped on his door. “Five minutes Miss Landon.”
“Thank you Charlie,” Adam called back.
He stood up on shaky legs, looked around to make sure his luggage was still hidden behind his dressing screen and headed to the stage.
Adam stood in the wings, watching the audience anxiously. The band leader looked towards him as he started Adam’s introduction. He loved this song with his whole heart and couldn’t wait to debut it.
Cold hands settled on his shoulders and squeezed possessively. Bobby whispered in his ear.
“You look beautiful my little kitten. My finger’s certainly helped.”
He plastered on a fake smile. “Thank you Bobby.”
“I see you’re wearing that necklace. I thought you didn’t like it.”
Adam’s hand flew to his chest. “Oh but I do, Bobby, I do. I couldn’t imagine not wearing it tonight.”
Bobby leaned in and kissed Adam’s ear. “Don’t you mean you couldn’t imagine any other way to leave me?”
“Bobby, no, I, I wouldn’t leave you!”
“Lying bitch.”
The music swelled and Adam felt fire radiate through his back. Then everything went black.
--*--
Finally, Kris reached the cutoff and drove as fast as legally possible. He stopped at a red light and his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID - it was Paula.
“Are you there? Did you find Adam?”
There was silence.
“Paula? What’s the hell’s going on?”
Her voice was small, thick.
“They’re putting him in the ambulance.”
The light turned green. Kris didn’t move.
“Wh-what happened?”
“I knocked and he didn’t answer then I looked through the front window and saw him on the floor, not moving.”
Cars honked behind him. Kris didn’t care.
“How is he?”
“He’s unconscious. Did you know about his neck and face?”
“Yeah.”
“All the paramedics know for sure is he’s not responding very well and his pulse is weak.”
“Which hospital…thanks, I’ll meet you there. You are going with him aren’t you?”
“If you want me too.”
“Please.”
Kris hung up and rested his head against the steering wheel, shoulders shaking.
“Please God; don’t talk him away from his kids, from me…..from me.”
--*--
The hospital room was quiet. Outside, a crowd had gathered as word spread about Adam Lambert being rushed to the emergency room unconscious. The curtains were drawn but Paula peered out.
“The crowd’s getting bigger.”
“I don’t give a shit, I just want my husband to wake up.”
Paula had met him in a private waiting room when he arrived. Adam was with the doctors and had become somewhat a mystery. Aside from the bruises, which Kris explained away somehow, there were no signs of outward trauma. They did toxicology tests, CAT scans, x-rays, every procedure they had in their medical arsenal and couldn’t diagnose the cause of his coma-like state.
Kris knew. The cause was around his neck.
“I’m having trouble accepting your explanation,” Paula said, sitting beside Kris.
“It’s not an explanation, it’s the truth. If we could just get that damned necklace off him, I know he’d wake up, I just know it.”
When Adam was settled in his room, Kris had noticed right away the necklace was still on him. He immediately tried to remove it but the clasp was jammed and the chain was too small to fit over Adam’s head. Kris had demanded a pair of wire cutters to slice it off and if it weren’t for Paula, Kris would have been committed to the psychiatric ward, the way he carried on when they refused him.
Paula placed a light hand on Kris’s shoulder.
“I’ve known you two for nearly eight years now and if you tell me that you’re being haunted, then I’ll believe you.”
Kris covered her hand with his.
“Thank you. Can we have some alone time, would you mind.”
Paula kissed his head, then leaned over the bed and kissed Adam’s cheek.
“I’ll be outside if you need me.”
Kris started pacing, wringing his hands, watching the lifeless body of his lover. The doctor’s had hooked Adam up to multiple monitors, keeping track of every life sign to try and figure what was going on. On his forehead, they had attached sensors to track his brain activity. Beside the bed, a needle flicked back and forth on a continuous role of paper. Nothing had changed in hours.
There had to be something someone could do. The conversations Kris had had with Leila and Mrs. Willowby, and Kris’ own parents, when the news broke, had been heart wrenching. Thankfully, Hannah and Joshie were too young to know what was going on. How could have told them their Papa was so sick.
Kris looked at the necklace and an idea came to him. He was desperate and never would have willing considered this but he had run out of options and Adam could be running out of time.
He picked up Adam’s hand and kissed it.
“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do. I, we, don’t have a choice. God watch over you my love.”
Kris picked an empty corner and started his plea.
“Audra, I know you are here. I know Bobby is here too. I’m taking a risk but after all I’ve learned about you Audra, I know you are a good person. You’ve been a victim and you’ve been our heroine, saving both of us from….well, you know what I’m talking about. If there’s anything you can do to help Adam, to get him to wake up…. If you need to, to enter his body, possess him, to help, then do it. I’m begging you. Just bring him home to me.”