CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
ADAM’S POV
I always knew I’m a f*****g screw up. Its what I’m good at; always ruining everything good in my way. Maybe thats why Mia screwed me over. Because maybe deep down I deserve it. But more than that, I just ruined the one good thing I had going on with Ella. What was I thinking? I can’t even blame the alcohol because I’m still sober enough.
I don’t want to go home yet and so I find myself at the town’s park. Harold, the old man at the gate, is kind enough to let me in. I sit down at the bench, letting the cold bite all exposed parts of me. I clench my jaw, my heart ramming with fear. Does Ella hate me now? I really thought I was trying to protect her and then there is the part she claimed to have a crush on me.
Fuck! Did she really? Because for some reason
