Dead Dreams ((Young Adult Paranormal Romance) ( Dead Dreams Trilogy)) (10 page)

“
Do you w
ant to go with me,
”
Su
mmer said through her tears,
“
w
e can go together
,
off
a building or something?
”

“
You mean a double suicide?
”

“
Something like that, yeh…just…just the two of us.
”

Chapter 4
.

The poor part of city held
no understanding or opportunity for
people like Adam and Summer
who are you
ng and
broken with no direction. Its
cold distant message
was
one of isolation and sur
vival. It didn’t care if you were
sick
, homeless or dying
. It
gave
no purpose to people who need
ed
help,
or
a listening ear, nightly giving up its unidentified
dead
without a care in the world. H
eartless and tough, it continued
every minute of the day and night
to challenge every
one of its inhabitants. Adam had
inadvertently found h
imself right in the heart of the
wrong place
,
his naivety drawing him into a complete contrast to all he had known and understood.
Life as he knew it was far away
as he and Summer
began
looking for a good place to jump.
I’m going to do it this time
.
I’ve no reason to hang on anymore.

Summer
was more
at ease with the suici
de idea than
Adam;
she talked
incessantly
about
how great it would be to fly through the air if only for a split second.
That kind of talk made him
uncomfortable, doing it was one thing, discussing the finer details wasn’t on his agenda.

“
Where are your folks?
”
He said diverting the subject.

“
My mom is a long way from here and my dad split when I was very small
,
I never knew him.
”

“
So why did you leave home?
”

“
Because
I couldn’t take her incessant nagging about
the bulimia
.
”

“
Maybe she was justified.
”
Adam said.

“
Who are you the food
police
!
”
She snap
ped
back.

“
I was only saying…jeez
”

“
Don’t say another fucking word about my damn
m
other
you hear me!
”

Adam had hit a raw nerve and dealt with it the only way he knew how.

“
Let it go, I don’t really care.
”

“
So what about you
,
I bet you’re from
the suburbs.
”

“
Yep got that right?
”

“
And?
”

“
And what…
”

“
It’s called sharing the shit,
what’s
your story.
”

“
I hated my step-father he was on my case the whole time.
”

“
So what about your real dad where’s he?
”

“
Dead…
he died years ago.
”

Summer began
to feel some
sympathy for the boy she thought was
a spoilt self-absorbed brat w
ith no street sense and a big ego
. S
he now saw him as someone who was really lost,
and was
desperate for peace, just like herself.
I
dentifying with
him
allowed
her to feel a little closer
now the veneer had
dropped off. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like his dark handsome looks when he walked through the door and, the fact he was younger that what she was used to gave her an edgy thrill.
At sixteen she was more street smart that many of her older counterparts. She dated men not boys and
didn’t like the silent arrogance that he gave off
when they first met
.
She
though
t
he was childish but that fade
d
as she had to admit
that the hug he gave her was sweet
-
coming from a guy who didn’t do intimacy.

The streets
were
coming alive
with people rushing here and there, homeless men and women begging for a few cents, suspicious characters hanging around trying to look as if they’re good citizens and the frequent sound of sirens racing to the never-ending
scenes of city crime. They stumbled
across a street filled wi
th restaurants and coffee shops
, the smells
were
enticing
.

“
This looks
good.
”
Summer remarked.

“
Eat before we die, are you g
onna keep it down?
”

“
Yeh I promise
I won’t throw up this time
.
”

“
You guy’s hungry?
”

Neither
was
sure
if the voice coming from behind was
referring to
them. Cautiously they
turned
to look
and
there
stood
a short
smiling
man each hand filled with pre-packed sandwiches.

“
I’d love a sandwich
what have you got?
”
Summer asked as if it was
perfectly normal.

“
I got cheese, ham, pastrami and roast beef.
”

Adam wasn’t so eager. He was
suspi
cious of a stranger that appeared
from nowhere
acting
like Santa
bearing
gifts
for the
needy.
But the guy looked friendly enough and reminded
him
of a charity worker that that he’d seen on a TV documentary.
All thoughts of suicide were
gone for the now as they
took
their pick from an assort
ment of fresh packed sandwiches.
W
orried that Summer would
repeat her behaviour from earlier
he
watched
as
every mouthful
she took
s
eemed slower.
“
Thanks dude, we o
we you.
”
Adam remarked.

“
It’s nothing, I’m Harry by the way
and
nice to meet you kids.
”

“
Nice to meet you too, I’m Adam and this is Summer.
”

Harry
was likable
and they
were both
grateful to him
that he showed up when he did
,
generously giving them food,
coming out of nowhere in their
desperate
moments
. H
e put
it down to
do-gooders
who occasionally befriend
ed
young down and outs-
not always for a sinister reason.

“
Now what?
”
Adam
whispered to Summer
.

“
We get rid of him, simple as.
”

If
he
thought he was hard-hearted
she
won hands down. He was
surprised at her flippant reaction, one moment friendly and charming, the next indifferent and ready to discard a kind stranger who
’d
stopped in his busy life to
give them food. People like that didn’t
come
along every day and
he
smarted
at the disrespect
she
had blatantly shown.

“
I’m not
dumping the guy.
”
He replied firmly taking a stand.

“
So what do you plan to do take him with us? You know what Adam, go
top
yourself I’m not interested in dying anymore!
”