Loving Adam Scott

ADDISON'S P.O.V.

Do you know how it feels to love someone so much, to the extent they become your world and you can't see the future without them in it? That was Adam Scott to me, the air that I breathe, the reason that I live, and the man that I will spend my life with.

If you asked me when I first fell in love with Adam Scott, I would say from the moment I was born. Way before I even knew what love was.

But now, I am dressed in my gorgeous prom gown, sitting on my bedroom floor. My makeup was all smudged, my once-perfect bun had loosened, and strands of hair stuck to my damp cheeks. And my heels? Kicked far away from me, like abandoned dreams. And why am I in this mess? Well, because of the same Adam Scott, who I have been in love with since forever.

Tonight, he brought his girlfriend home, the one special enough to be introduced to my parents.

Of all days, he chose the day I was going to prom, with no regard to my feelings. Making me realise how insignificant I am in his world.

I remembered rushing downstairs when I heard he was around. I thought he was here to be my date to prom.

But he was actually here to show off his girlfriend, which signifies the seriousness of the relationship. After all, he has never brought a girl to my home, throughout preschool, middle school, and highschool, and now he is in college. He is bringing a girl to my house as his girlfriend, which obviously means he is going to marry her. What happens now to me? I can't get married to anyone except Adam Scott. He is the first male, baby Addison saw, even before her dada. His name was the first I learnt, and his voice soothed my incessant crying as a baby. He has been constant in my life and has been my protector; no one dares mess with me in high school because of Adam Scott. He was my first love even before I knew what love meant. How do I move on from something like this?

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the doorknob rattle. I know I locked the door, but I instinctively grabbed a chair, ran towards the door, and wedged it under the handle, just in case.

"Addy's daughter, open the door." Adam's tired voice came through from the other side of the door.

His voice sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't help but say, "No, go away," as I wiped away my mucus nose with my palm. I know he could not see me, but I still wanted to look my best.

He hit the door softly. I realised he had slouched to the ground when I heard a soft thud.

"You have to come out," he said, his voice soft. "Today is your prom, baby. I haven't seen you in your gown."

I sat down on the floor and rested my head on the door; I wanted to hear his heartbeat if possible. I imagined him sitting on the other side of the door, his hand scratching his neck, like he always does whenever he is stressed.

"I know you look stunning in your prom gown even without seeing you, baby," he added, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do me a favour, Addy's daughter, and grant this poor man a wish before his heart gives out," he said with a chuckle.

Tears welled up in my eyes again. "Why did you bring her? Why-why today?" My mouth dried as I spoke.

There was silence before he spoke up, "Baby-"

"Don't call me that." I snapped, my body tensed.

Adam calling me baby didn't come from a place of romantic love but from a place of seeing me as a child. The child, which he witnessed her birth.

"I am no longer a baby, Adam Scott. You only call me that because you do not see me as anything other than your baby sister. News flash, Adam, I have not been a baby in years." I said, my heart racing.

The silence that came after my outburst was heart-shattering. I pressed my ears closer to the wooden door, wishing I could go through it so that I could at least hear his heartbeat.

"Addison, open the damn door! Papa is calling you."

My idiot brother called out, breaking the silence between Adam and me. "Go away, Adelson. You aren't needed here."

"She'll be right." Adelson said, ignoring my outburst. "My dad says you should go home because it is getting dark."

I paused my breathing, waiting to hear Adam's reply, but I didn't. His feet scraped the ground, confirming that he was heeding Adelson's advice. I could feel him momentarily waiting before he spoke.

"I will be leaving now. I will see you soon," he said, his voice soft but felt heavy, before he walked away, his steps fading.

My tiny hands involuntarily grabbed my fabric. He said, 'Soon,' I exasperated, 'not tomorrow.'

"He is gone now; you can come out in your crazy look," my brother's voice rang out, sounding mockingly and full of pity.

"Adelson, I was serious when I asked you to get out." I responded, gritting my teeth. I am a tiger when it comes to my younger brother, Adelson.

"And I was also serious about dad needing you downstairs. You have only five minutes to come downstairs," he said before walking away.

I stood up and opened my bedroom door, looking around like a rat trying not to be caught. After ensuring that no one was nearby, I stepped out. I saw no need to clean myself up; everyone knew about my love for Adam Scott, and maybe if they saw my dishevelled state, they would convince him to date me instead of 'her.' I walked down the stairs in slow motion, making sure that every step echoed on the wooden staircase and made my entry grand.

"What the fuck, Addison!" My brother's loud voice echoed throughout the house; he was the only one who dared to call me by my full name, the reason I hate it. "I knew you would be a mess, but I didn't expect you to turn into a fucking disgusting ghost."

"Language, young man," my mom's voice cautioned him as she came out from the kitchen. "Oh my goodness, baby. What is this?" She asked, instinctively taking a step away from me.

My eyes close slightly, shooting daggers at them. "Can you all please stop calling me Baby?"

"Come here, Addison," my dad's voice boomed from the living room. He never calls me Addison, unless he is upset.

I walked towards him tentatively with no purpose; my purpose in life was gone; I could no longer be Adam Scott's wife.

"Did you mean you did not go to your prom after your mom and I got your prom dress and even hired a Cadillac Escalade ride?" My dad asked, as I sat across from him.

"I didn't have a date, Dad." I replied as I played with my fingers.

"You didn't have a date, or Scott refused to be your date!" I flinched as my dad raised his voice.

"Addy!" My mom called him. "Don't!"

"Honey, we can't just spend money on her prom, and she refuses to go without a good reason. That's a bratty move."

"I will pretend that you didn't say anything tonight," my mom said, glaring at my dad. "Let's go to your room, dear," my mom said, grabbing my hand and walking out.

"I'm sorry, Dad." I said, bowing my head before walking out with my mom.

"You will be okay, baby. This is just a phase," my mom reassured me as she tucked me into bed after helping me clean up. I nodded, unable to say anything, my throat dry.

She patted my head, stood up, and turned off the light, saying "Goodnight, baby," as she walked out of my room.

Hours later, I tossed and turned on my bed, feeling uneasy and uncomfortable, with sleep nowhere in sight.

Adam Scott-the love of my life-might get married to someone else.

The thought alone left me gasping for air. I have spent my entire life believing he is mine and will one day acknowledge me and his love for me.

I pushed away the blanket my mom had used to keep me warm and sat up. I needed to get out of here.

I tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone up. I grabbed my coat from the hanger before stepping into the chilly night breeze. Shivering as my feet carried me to my destination, not caring about the chilly night.

My mind was blank, but my body knew where I was going.

To Adam's home.

It was a thirty-minute walk from my house, but I didn't mind.

I needed him to tell me he still belonged to me and that tonight was a mistake.

My stiff hand folded, and I knocked on the door. Trembling from the cold and the unknown.

A few minutes passed before the door swung open-Catherine Scott. Her sharp eyes scanned me with no expression. Then, without a word, she called for Adam.

"Come in, sweetheart." She said softly, passing me a warm overcoat and taking my damp coat.

"Mom. Addy's daughter!" His husky voice resounded in the quiet mansion.

"I will leave you both." Catherine said, patting my shoulder before walking away.

I stared at Adam, unsure of what to say.

His slightly tousled, wet sandy hair looked like he'd just showered. He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt, effortlessly looking good.

"What are you doing here at this time?" He enquired, his gaze cold.

"Tell me that I am mistaken?" I asked, searching his face for answers before he voiced out.

His brows furrowed. "About what?"

"That you have no feelings for her. That I wasn't crazy for thinking you were meant for me." I moved closer to him, keeping eye contact with him as my body craved his touch.

He exhaled heavily and took a step back.

"Go home, Addison."

His voice was firm and dismissive, like he was done with my nonsense.

I flinched and gulped hard.

The words echoed, and I was unable to breathe.

Tears flowed freely as I turned to leave, my steps inconsistent.

For the first time in my life, I realised the bitter truth.

Adam Scott was never mine.

Even if I had always been his.

I arrived home in a daze and entered my room. Behind closed doors, I let out a loud sob as my world came apart and the uncertainty of life hit me. For the first time in my life, I didn't know what my place in Adam's life would be.

Sleep never came.

And my heart was broken.