Crossing the Line/O.T.T. Part 7/?
Title: Crossing the Line/O.T.T. (Part 7/?)
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Set between the Idol finale and the start of the summer tour. Adam gets too much attention from a few of his “adoring” fans
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved. This story does not depict the majority of Adam’s fans - idea brought on by stalker incident in Tampa.
Warnings: language, angst, violence, anxiety issues. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS. I don’t know if it’s classified as non-con but Adam didn’t want the kind of attention he was given - recalled in conversation, remembrances.
WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER - we hear Adam's recollections; may be disturbing to some.
Mods: could I please have an author tag. Thank you.
Part One - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2135.html#cutid1
Part Two - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2471.html#cutid1
Part Three - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2575.html#cutid1
Part Four - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Five - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Six - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3453.html#cutid1
PART SEVEN
The minute Kris had arrived back at the hotel, he wanted to sprint up to Adam’s door and pound on it, demanding that Adam open up and talk to him. Waiting for the elevator, he caught his breath and rearranged his thinking.
In Adam’s mental state, having someone trying to break his door down and screaming at him was the last thing he needed. It could send him over the edge - if he hadn’t fallen over already. Rather, Kris quickly planned a gentler approach. He left the lobby and headed back out the door onto the street.
--*--
Knock. Knock.
“Adam, it’s Kris.”
Adam slowly opened his eyes, uncurling his body from the tight ball that had become his usual position. A cough racked his body. Fiery pain poured down his back and over his shoulders.
“Adam, I know you’re there, I can hear you coughing. Please open up.”
He sat up. The room spun around him. He closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the mattress until the sickness left his stomach. He wasn’t sure what day or time it was, just that someone was pounding on his head - or was it the door?
“Adam? Let me in, it’s important. Please!”
Standing slowly, he gingerly slipped on a shirt, buttoned it, flicked up the collar then steadying himself, felt his way to the door.
He opened it, the light from the hall burning his eyes.
“What is it Kris, I don’t feel so good.”
“I know, I heard you coughing.” He lifted up his hand, showing Adam a brown paper bag. “I remember you telling me your mom’s chicken soup could cure everything from a hangnail to a hangover. I couldn’t get hold of her but this is the next best thing. It’s from that Jewish deli around the corner.”
The homey aroma perked him up. They did make great chicken soup. His stomach rumbled - he hoped it was hunger pains and nothing else. Unfortunately, the idea of digesting even that golden nectar made bile rise in his throat.
“I don’t know, Kris, I’m not really hungry.”
Kris gave him a don’t-argue-with-me face. “I insist. It will just be the two of us; we can eat in my room or yours.”
The hall spun around and Adam closed his eyes, forcing down a cough.
“Are you okay?”
Kris’ hand came out to steady him. Adam surprised himself that he didn’t flinch, that he welcomed the contact. Having Kris in his life had become as vital to him as inhaling air. He missed him so much. If not the soup, the companionship couldn’t hurt. He didn’t like being alone.
“Let’s eat in your room. I need a change of scenery.”
Grabbing his room key, Adam followed slowly.
--*--
Kris prayed the shock in his brain hadn’t translated to his face when Adam opened the door. He looked like the walking dead. He was paler than a ghost, heavy circles under his eyes, dressed like a sloppy frat boy in sweats and a mismatched shirt rather than a put- together, stylish, drop dead gorgeous Glam God. Pain was etched all over his stunning face, contorting his body.
He wanted to drop the soup and catch Adam up in his arms, to hold him and take the pain away. But he felt he had to approach this slowly, give Adam a chance to tell him on his own.
Kris divided the soup into two bowls and they ate in silence. Adam propped his head up on his hand, as if the weight of it was too much for his body to support. He’d eat a mouthful, swirl the spoon in the bowl for a while, and take another taste. They didn’t speak. Kris wasn’t very hungry either but he needed Adam to feel comfortable with him again so he could open up.
Someone had to make the first move.
“I did an interview this afternoon.”
Adam just stared at his soup as if he was searching for something.
“Fans were waiting outside.”
The spoon dropped.
“One of them gave me something for you.”
Kris dug in his pocket and took out the ring, setting it on the table in front of Adam.
Adam’s bottom lip trembled. With a shaking hand, he took the precious ring and slipped it on his finger. He closed his eyes, tears trickled down, and he brought the ring to his lips, kissing it. It was his grandfather’s ring, worth more to him than anything.
“How?” he whispered, a wave of emotion threatening to engulf him.
No more tippy toeing. “I saw it on her hand. She bragged to her girlfriend about what they did to you. I know Adam…I know.”
Adam took a deep breath and looked Kris in the eye. It was time.
“How much?”
Kris moved the soup bowls aside and leaned forward. “I know their side of it. I need to know your side now.”
“But if you know?”
“I know the technicalities; I can see what it’s done to you…”
Adam shook his head. The room started swimming again. “You have no clue, Kris, no clue.”
“Then tell me! Let me inside your beautiful head so I can help you get rid of them for good!”
“How? I’ve tried, they won’t leave me alone.”
“They physically can’t get at you anymore, I made sure of that.”
Adam cocked an eyebrow.
“I had her arrested, the rest should have been rounded up by now.”
Adam smiled. Kris’ heart melted.
“Talk to me. Exorcise them. Don’t let them have power over you anymore.”
Adam carefully got up and swaggering like a drunk, he headed for the door.
Kris jumped to his feet.
“Adam, where are you going?”
Stopping, he turned to Kris and held out his hand. Kris grasped it warmly, offering a squeeze.
“My room. If you’re into my nightmare, we have to enter it through my room.”
--*--
Adam unlocked his door and they walked in. All the lights were on, the curtains closed. Adam had always been a little messy, a little spread out but this was extreme. A fortress of furniture - chairs, couch, desk, luggage - occupied the far corner. That explained the noises! Behind it was a nest of blankets and pillows stripped from the bed. Where did he find a baseball bat? Kris had no clue it was this bad.
“I, I don’t know what to say Adam.” Kris sat on the bed, his mind in shock.
“Pathetic, isn’t it.”
Adam stood there, wrapping his arms around himself, head down.
“No, no, it’s…it’s…sad”
“It’s pathetic…call it what it is.”
Kris felt sick.
“Start talking.”
“I was at Cassidy’s store, trying on my new jacket - it’s sic, Kris, really sic.”
Kris smiled. “It couldn’t be anything but.”
“I saw…them…outside. I waved, you know, be polite and gracious, make it good.”
Kris nodded.
“So I came out and they wanted autographs and pictures. Big surprise. They were asking me questions from every side and before I knew it, the street disappeared and I was someplace dark, someplace small.”
“They distracted your bodyguard and took you to an empty store. It was planned Adam, it was deliberate.”
Adam turned a chair around and fell onto it.
“I thought as much. It didn’t feel right. I stopped with the autographs and tried to leave. A couple of hands grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the wall. They started asking for my jewelry, for a piece of clothing…for a kiss. I, I told them no. They didn’t listen. They started yanking my jewelry off, ripping my shirt…”
Adam got up, started pacing, his voice quickening.
“I kept trying to pull away and they stopped me. I couldn’t move. Hands were all over me, in my hair, on my face, my arms, my chest, my legs…” He stopped and stared at Kris, Adam’s eyes wide and horrified. “They were all over my ass, under my ass…they grabbed my crotch and wouldn’t let go. I begged them to stop, they wouldn’t listen, and they just kept touching me. They were everywhere. The room was full of them. They were laughing, they laughed more every time I told them to stop…”
His voice caught and he slowed down.
“Someone, somebody…I felt the button on my jeans come undone and I don’t know how, but I got out of there, just taking off, running. They followed me, screaming that they couldn’t let me get away. I turned down an alley, hid behind a dumpster. They ran past but came back. I found help. Eventually, I ended up a Jerry’s…that’s where you picked me up.”
“They hurt you - I mean physically - didn’t they?” Kris kept his voice low, soft, calm, the total opposite of the hate boiling away inside.
Adam faced Kris and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest, crisscrossed with scratches and dotted with bruises. He then took hold of his waistband and pulled the sweats and underwear down on his left side. Beneath lay a huge red/purple/yellow bruise
“I fell over garbage cans getting away.” Adam pulled his pants back up and laughed, a hollow, self deprecating laugh.
“I don’t know how I let this happen. One moment I’m feeling the love and next they’re feeling me up.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Trust me to have the most over the top fans.”
“They had no right Adam. It’s not your fault.”
“I’ve barely slept for a week Kris,” Adam started pacing again, letting it all out. “I’m afraid if I close my eyes, they’ll be there. I know they can’t get in the hotel but they already are - they’re in my head. I can’t eat, I can’t rest, I’m afraid to let anyone near me, even you. One minute I’m fine, the next I feel like my heart is going to pound out my chest. I don’t know where I am, what I’m doing, I, I can’t do anything to stop it.”
His steps started faltering. Kris watched Adam’s eyes glaze over.
“Adam, sweetie, what’s happening.”
His speech slurred, rambled. Sweat beads broke out on his forehead, his upper lip.
“Adam?”
“Pain…hellfire…need you Kris, so tired…”
Adam collapsed. Kris was on his feet, catching him before he landed hard. Adam’s shirt had pulled away from his neck and shoulders as he tumbled over. Kris saw a long gauze bandage, soiled. From underneath it, angry red fingers reached up under Adam’s hairline and down his back. The skin was swollen. Kris carefully touched the area. It was warm and Adam moaned.
Kris left Adam on the floor and ran into the hall, searching for the omnipresent security.
“We need a car, now.”
“Why?”
“We have to get Adam to an emergency room. Hurry!”
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Set between the Idol finale and the start of the summer tour. Adam gets too much attention from a few of his “adoring” fans
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved. This story does not depict the majority of Adam’s fans - idea brought on by stalker incident in Tampa.
Warnings: language, angst, violence, anxiety issues. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS. I don’t know if it’s classified as non-con but Adam didn’t want the kind of attention he was given - recalled in conversation, remembrances.
WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER - we hear Adam's recollections; may be disturbing to some.
Mods: could I please have an author tag. Thank you.
Part One - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2135.html#cutid1
Part Two - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2471.html#cutid1
Part Three - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2575.html#cutid1
Part Four - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Five - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Six - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3453.html#cutid1
PART SEVEN
The minute Kris had arrived back at the hotel, he wanted to sprint up to Adam’s door and pound on it, demanding that Adam open up and talk to him. Waiting for the elevator, he caught his breath and rearranged his thinking.
In Adam’s mental state, having someone trying to break his door down and screaming at him was the last thing he needed. It could send him over the edge - if he hadn’t fallen over already. Rather, Kris quickly planned a gentler approach. He left the lobby and headed back out the door onto the street.
--*--
Knock. Knock.
“Adam, it’s Kris.”
Adam slowly opened his eyes, uncurling his body from the tight ball that had become his usual position. A cough racked his body. Fiery pain poured down his back and over his shoulders.
“Adam, I know you’re there, I can hear you coughing. Please open up.”
He sat up. The room spun around him. He closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the mattress until the sickness left his stomach. He wasn’t sure what day or time it was, just that someone was pounding on his head - or was it the door?
“Adam? Let me in, it’s important. Please!”
Standing slowly, he gingerly slipped on a shirt, buttoned it, flicked up the collar then steadying himself, felt his way to the door.
He opened it, the light from the hall burning his eyes.
“What is it Kris, I don’t feel so good.”
“I know, I heard you coughing.” He lifted up his hand, showing Adam a brown paper bag. “I remember you telling me your mom’s chicken soup could cure everything from a hangnail to a hangover. I couldn’t get hold of her but this is the next best thing. It’s from that Jewish deli around the corner.”
The homey aroma perked him up. They did make great chicken soup. His stomach rumbled - he hoped it was hunger pains and nothing else. Unfortunately, the idea of digesting even that golden nectar made bile rise in his throat.
“I don’t know, Kris, I’m not really hungry.”
Kris gave him a don’t-argue-with-me face. “I insist. It will just be the two of us; we can eat in my room or yours.”
The hall spun around and Adam closed his eyes, forcing down a cough.
“Are you okay?”
Kris’ hand came out to steady him. Adam surprised himself that he didn’t flinch, that he welcomed the contact. Having Kris in his life had become as vital to him as inhaling air. He missed him so much. If not the soup, the companionship couldn’t hurt. He didn’t like being alone.
“Let’s eat in your room. I need a change of scenery.”
Grabbing his room key, Adam followed slowly.
--*--
Kris prayed the shock in his brain hadn’t translated to his face when Adam opened the door. He looked like the walking dead. He was paler than a ghost, heavy circles under his eyes, dressed like a sloppy frat boy in sweats and a mismatched shirt rather than a put- together, stylish, drop dead gorgeous Glam God. Pain was etched all over his stunning face, contorting his body.
He wanted to drop the soup and catch Adam up in his arms, to hold him and take the pain away. But he felt he had to approach this slowly, give Adam a chance to tell him on his own.
Kris divided the soup into two bowls and they ate in silence. Adam propped his head up on his hand, as if the weight of it was too much for his body to support. He’d eat a mouthful, swirl the spoon in the bowl for a while, and take another taste. They didn’t speak. Kris wasn’t very hungry either but he needed Adam to feel comfortable with him again so he could open up.
Someone had to make the first move.
“I did an interview this afternoon.”
Adam just stared at his soup as if he was searching for something.
“Fans were waiting outside.”
The spoon dropped.
“One of them gave me something for you.”
Kris dug in his pocket and took out the ring, setting it on the table in front of Adam.
Adam’s bottom lip trembled. With a shaking hand, he took the precious ring and slipped it on his finger. He closed his eyes, tears trickled down, and he brought the ring to his lips, kissing it. It was his grandfather’s ring, worth more to him than anything.
“How?” he whispered, a wave of emotion threatening to engulf him.
No more tippy toeing. “I saw it on her hand. She bragged to her girlfriend about what they did to you. I know Adam…I know.”
Adam took a deep breath and looked Kris in the eye. It was time.
“How much?”
Kris moved the soup bowls aside and leaned forward. “I know their side of it. I need to know your side now.”
“But if you know?”
“I know the technicalities; I can see what it’s done to you…”
Adam shook his head. The room started swimming again. “You have no clue, Kris, no clue.”
“Then tell me! Let me inside your beautiful head so I can help you get rid of them for good!”
“How? I’ve tried, they won’t leave me alone.”
“They physically can’t get at you anymore, I made sure of that.”
Adam cocked an eyebrow.
“I had her arrested, the rest should have been rounded up by now.”
Adam smiled. Kris’ heart melted.
“Talk to me. Exorcise them. Don’t let them have power over you anymore.”
Adam carefully got up and swaggering like a drunk, he headed for the door.
Kris jumped to his feet.
“Adam, where are you going?”
Stopping, he turned to Kris and held out his hand. Kris grasped it warmly, offering a squeeze.
“My room. If you’re into my nightmare, we have to enter it through my room.”
--*--
Adam unlocked his door and they walked in. All the lights were on, the curtains closed. Adam had always been a little messy, a little spread out but this was extreme. A fortress of furniture - chairs, couch, desk, luggage - occupied the far corner. That explained the noises! Behind it was a nest of blankets and pillows stripped from the bed. Where did he find a baseball bat? Kris had no clue it was this bad.
“I, I don’t know what to say Adam.” Kris sat on the bed, his mind in shock.
“Pathetic, isn’t it.”
Adam stood there, wrapping his arms around himself, head down.
“No, no, it’s…it’s…sad”
“It’s pathetic…call it what it is.”
Kris felt sick.
“Start talking.”
“I was at Cassidy’s store, trying on my new jacket - it’s sic, Kris, really sic.”
Kris smiled. “It couldn’t be anything but.”
“I saw…them…outside. I waved, you know, be polite and gracious, make it good.”
Kris nodded.
“So I came out and they wanted autographs and pictures. Big surprise. They were asking me questions from every side and before I knew it, the street disappeared and I was someplace dark, someplace small.”
“They distracted your bodyguard and took you to an empty store. It was planned Adam, it was deliberate.”
Adam turned a chair around and fell onto it.
“I thought as much. It didn’t feel right. I stopped with the autographs and tried to leave. A couple of hands grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the wall. They started asking for my jewelry, for a piece of clothing…for a kiss. I, I told them no. They didn’t listen. They started yanking my jewelry off, ripping my shirt…”
Adam got up, started pacing, his voice quickening.
“I kept trying to pull away and they stopped me. I couldn’t move. Hands were all over me, in my hair, on my face, my arms, my chest, my legs…” He stopped and stared at Kris, Adam’s eyes wide and horrified. “They were all over my ass, under my ass…they grabbed my crotch and wouldn’t let go. I begged them to stop, they wouldn’t listen, and they just kept touching me. They were everywhere. The room was full of them. They were laughing, they laughed more every time I told them to stop…”
His voice caught and he slowed down.
“Someone, somebody…I felt the button on my jeans come undone and I don’t know how, but I got out of there, just taking off, running. They followed me, screaming that they couldn’t let me get away. I turned down an alley, hid behind a dumpster. They ran past but came back. I found help. Eventually, I ended up a Jerry’s…that’s where you picked me up.”
“They hurt you - I mean physically - didn’t they?” Kris kept his voice low, soft, calm, the total opposite of the hate boiling away inside.
Adam faced Kris and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest, crisscrossed with scratches and dotted with bruises. He then took hold of his waistband and pulled the sweats and underwear down on his left side. Beneath lay a huge red/purple/yellow bruise
“I fell over garbage cans getting away.” Adam pulled his pants back up and laughed, a hollow, self deprecating laugh.
“I don’t know how I let this happen. One moment I’m feeling the love and next they’re feeling me up.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Trust me to have the most over the top fans.”
“They had no right Adam. It’s not your fault.”
“I’ve barely slept for a week Kris,” Adam started pacing again, letting it all out. “I’m afraid if I close my eyes, they’ll be there. I know they can’t get in the hotel but they already are - they’re in my head. I can’t eat, I can’t rest, I’m afraid to let anyone near me, even you. One minute I’m fine, the next I feel like my heart is going to pound out my chest. I don’t know where I am, what I’m doing, I, I can’t do anything to stop it.”
His steps started faltering. Kris watched Adam’s eyes glaze over.
“Adam, sweetie, what’s happening.”
His speech slurred, rambled. Sweat beads broke out on his forehead, his upper lip.
“Adam?”
“Pain…hellfire…need you Kris, so tired…”
Adam collapsed. Kris was on his feet, catching him before he landed hard. Adam’s shirt had pulled away from his neck and shoulders as he tumbled over. Kris saw a long gauze bandage, soiled. From underneath it, angry red fingers reached up under Adam’s hairline and down his back. The skin was swollen. Kris carefully touched the area. It was warm and Adam moaned.
Kris left Adam on the floor and ran into the hall, searching for the omnipresent security.
“We need a car, now.”
“Why?”
“We have to get Adam to an emergency room. Hurry!”