02-20-2015, 07:06 PM
Adam cringed at the scene that played out the before him. Seeing that scene in this perspective was not really a pleasant thing at all. He couldn't believe that he actually did that.
He was relieved when the scene went away. The guilt still lingered though. He was bright out of his guilt trip as Kris blew a cloud of smoke in his face. He fanned his was trying to clean the air around him. Though it was a semisweet smell he didn't appreciate what took place. "So unnecessary," he huffed under his breath.
Adam gave Kris a puzzled look. He wanted to know the real him. What he displayed infrint of him and everyone was the real him.
Not entirely sure of what was taking place, he stepped into the portal that would transport the unlikely duo into his memories.
The first scene they were brought to was one that took place in a nicely finished living room. Adam instantly knew where he was. He was at his childhood house. A mix of emotions swirled within him. He tightened his fists as he watch the scene unfold before him.
A kid version of Adam walked out in what looked like a sad attempt to apply make up abd a very large size of heels. He also wore some jewellery that was two sizes too big. Young Adam did not care. He thought he looked beautiful.
"Look daddy," he said as he paraded around the room, with a very bright smile, "I'm a pretty princess.
He dad walked in a looked down at his son. He gave a disgusted look as he continued to leer at his son. He grabbed his son with malice pulling him closer to him.
"No son of mine is going to he walking around her like faggoty ass bitch!" He roared shaking his son with every word he spat in Young Adams face. Big crocodile tears began to rolls down pm his overly powdered cheeks.
"Get this shit off of you now!" His father demanded but not before he gave a frim hit on his bottom pushing him away from him. Adam fell from the shove, resin ghost ankle. More pain shoot up through him, coaxing more tears to fall. He calledfor his father to help him.
He father responded with a sharp slap to the face. "Men don't cry! Now grand wipe that shit off your face like I told you."
Adam limped away, trying to get away from his abusive father. He dared not drop another tear because his father would come back with the belt. Hate burned in his heart as he scrubbed the make up off his face.
The scene soon ended.
He was relieved when the scene went away. The guilt still lingered though. He was bright out of his guilt trip as Kris blew a cloud of smoke in his face. He fanned his was trying to clean the air around him. Though it was a semisweet smell he didn't appreciate what took place. "So unnecessary," he huffed under his breath.
Adam gave Kris a puzzled look. He wanted to know the real him. What he displayed infrint of him and everyone was the real him.
Not entirely sure of what was taking place, he stepped into the portal that would transport the unlikely duo into his memories.
The first scene they were brought to was one that took place in a nicely finished living room. Adam instantly knew where he was. He was at his childhood house. A mix of emotions swirled within him. He tightened his fists as he watch the scene unfold before him.
A kid version of Adam walked out in what looked like a sad attempt to apply make up abd a very large size of heels. He also wore some jewellery that was two sizes too big. Young Adam did not care. He thought he looked beautiful.
"Look daddy," he said as he paraded around the room, with a very bright smile, "I'm a pretty princess.
He dad walked in a looked down at his son. He gave a disgusted look as he continued to leer at his son. He grabbed his son with malice pulling him closer to him.
"No son of mine is going to he walking around her like faggoty ass bitch!" He roared shaking his son with every word he spat in Young Adams face. Big crocodile tears began to rolls down pm his overly powdered cheeks.
"Get this shit off of you now!" His father demanded but not before he gave a frim hit on his bottom pushing him away from him. Adam fell from the shove, resin ghost ankle. More pain shoot up through him, coaxing more tears to fall. He calledfor his father to help him.
He father responded with a sharp slap to the face. "Men don't cry! Now grand wipe that shit off your face like I told you."
Adam limped away, trying to get away from his abusive father. He dared not drop another tear because his father would come back with the belt. Hate burned in his heart as he scrubbed the make up off his face.
The scene soon ended.