Here is the thrid chapter of Till Death Do Us Part. Enjoy Chapter 3: Identify Bad When I arrived at Adams he was waiting for me on the front porch of his 2 apartment, apartment building. I walked up the sidewalk trying not to look like something was up. He ran up and hugged me. As he pulled away he said “Hey. Why didn’t your mum drive you?” “Because I… I got in another fight with her.” “Not again Dayna.” I gave him a look that said: hey what was I supposed to do and you should be used to it by now. “Was it bad?” “Identify bad.” He laughed a little. “Come inside.” I had only been in his apartment twice because he just got it a week ago. And it was surprisingly all in order. Ah just give him a little while, it’ll be messy in no time. He had a black couch along one wall, a recliner in the corner, a coffee table and his TV, in the living room which walls were painted a tasteful light brownish beige color. The kitchen was painted a light blue with a small white table with miss matched colored appliances and a small radio. His bedroom and bathroom, which I had seen when he gave the gang a tour, were to the left of the apartment. It was nice. We sat down on the couch. I sank right down into the cushion. Classical Adam, it’s all about comfort, not saying that I don’t agree. “So what was it this time?” “Oh you know.” “An average Mrs. Anderson routine?” “Yeah, she accidentally rolled down my window when I was putting my hair back. And that was after she already snapped at me.” I said making air quotes for accidentally. He nodded “Why did she snap at you?” “I was listening to Ed and she didn’t like it I guess. I don’t know why she hates him so much. I mean it’s not like she’s one of those rappers with the foul language and no talent.” “Yeah, I don’t know Day” Day is my nickname he made. There was a long pause. Procrastinating. I just had to tell him. I couldn’t stall that I had cancer forever. “Uh I have to tell you something important.” “Okay?” “Uh… I….I...I” I could see he was worried a little and I just couldn’t say it. I pulled my sharpie out of my hoodie and my notebook out of my bag. He gave me an odd look as I started writing it. “What is it Day? You can tell me.” I brought my head up. “No you’ll be upset.” I went back to writing. My hand was shaky but I could manage to write. “I won’t be upset. I can’t be mad at you. Just come on tell me. There’s obviously something wrong.” “Here” He took the notebook and read: Adam I went to my physical today. And my doctor told me that I have breast cancer. I’m sorry. His face changed, I looked at the floor. “Surprise.” I whispered is a sad tone instead of the normal well, surprised tone. “Are you sure?” “’Dayna I’m sorry you have breast cancer’ is pretty hard to mistranslate.” I said imitating Dr.Oakmen No one said anything for a moment. I could tell he was thinking. “It’s going to be okay Day.” And before I could say anything he continued turning from mournful to angry. “Wait, your mother actually had the guts to yell at you after that news? That’s…That’s –“ “So my mum.” I answered. I tear streamed down his cheek. “No, no. No babe. Don’t cry.” I remembered all the times other people at school made fun of us for calling each other babe or darling even though we had never dated and didn’t feel that way about each other. He wiped away the tears. “I’m sorry Day. You just, you shouldn’t have to go through this. You’ve been through enough already. You’ve been through too much for one person to handle.” “I handled it.” “Yeah, I know. But it’s not fair.” “I’ll be fine.” “You seem okay now.” “Well I don’t exactly show my emotions too often.” We sat for a bit. Then I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. “What time is it?” I asked “A little after six.” “Friends?” “What about Seinfeld?” I sighed. I loved Friends but I turned it to Seinfeld and smiled. We were on our 8th episode and it was nine thirty. I needed to tell him one last thing and I didn’t want to lead a whole conversation up to this one thing. So I sat up a bit, tilted my head toward Adam and just said it. “I told her I was never coming back.” It was totally out of the blue. “You ran away?” “Yeah, I guess so.” “Where are you going to go?” “Hold on, let me call Ebony.” I talked to her about moving in real quick. Of course she said it was fine. “I’m staying at Ebony’s.” I answered He nodded “Let me know if you need anything.” “Kay. Uh, will you help me move my things out of my hou – my mother’s house?” “Yeah let’s go.” He grabbed his keys to his black pick up and we left down the road to my mother’s house.
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