Page 53 of Adam & Eve

“Lie. Why do you use cautious words or outright lies when the truth would be so much easier?

You say you don’t know Dwight, but you called for him over and over in your sleep. Sounds like you

know Dwight to me.”

He was pressuring me.

“Please go to bed, Adam. It’s too late for twenty-one questions.”

I just wanted to go back to sleep. I was tired physically and mentally.

“Answer me,” he demanded angrily, slamming his fist against the nightstand next to the bed.

It startled me fully awake. I jumped, but I didn’t cower.

“No,” I shouted back.

I refused to share what I’d never shared with anyone else. He knew too much already.

He snatched the bed covers off me. “Get up.”

I glared at him but stayed right where I was.

“Get the fuck up,” he growled, his eyes daring me to do anything but follow his directive.

Fine. I was tired of being bullied. If he wanted to fight, a fight he would get. I pushed myself

up from the bed angrily and got right in his face.

“What are you going to do, Professor? Are you going to beat the answer out of me? I highly

doubt it.”

Rage masked his features making him appear animalistic, but I was not intimidated by his evil

stare down. I felt just as much rage and anger as he did, probably more at the fact that he felt entitled

to know what I didn’t want to tell him.

“Rose...”

That name from his lips took the wind out of my sail. Suddenly I felt exposed and vulnerable.

“Don’t do this,” I pleaded.

The pleading wasn’t intentional. I wanted it to sound like a demand, but it came out weak. I

was weak. Running my hands through my hair, I pulled the strands at the root. A misguided attempt to

snatch out the unwelcomed memories that name always brought up. Rose was a part of my past I’d

been fighting years to forget. Thinking about what happened involving her caused nausea to roil in my

gut. I sat down on the side of the bed to keep from falling to my knees.

How in the hell did he know about Rose and how much did he know?

I’d only told my counselor and the therapist at children services I was forced to see. Most of