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Adam Witts.
A nineteen-year-old boy, who suffers from clinical sex addict...
Quick A/N. This is my favorite chapter, as I'm sure it will be all of yours. The song above is Amy Winehouse's version of Will you still love me tomorrow.
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POV Adam
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I set foot back on American soil after almost two whole months. I won't say I was better, because A'mosh was still at the forefront of my emotions.
But I felt stronger, I wasn't exactly in that deep depression anymore. I still didn't have my sex drive back, the thought of someone else touching me made my stomach hurt.
That first day back, I got a really cheap hotel, on one of the rough sides of town. Course I knew most of the whores and drug dealers, so I wasn't scared.
You know I wondered if A'mosh thought of me, I wondered if he mourned me as I had him. In all my wandering, I never really believed I'd see A'mosh again.
I figured I'd see Ronnie when I finally felt strong enough to call him, but I never imagined A'mosh's mother would show up at the hotel.
It was about two days before the first of the month. I was a two hundred dollars short, for the months' rent
The manager was trying to be cool, he was going to give me two days to get the money. I was certain I could.
I'd made a date with a John and he was going to meet me at my hotel room. So I'm sitting there, fresh out of the shower, wearing the fluffy robe I took from the resort in Mexico.
When there's a knock on the door, me thinking it's the John I yell outcome in. The door opened and I turned, looking up from my phone.
There stood an older lady, who was by all accounts regal. She stood with salt and paper colored hair, she stood proud.
I thought she was maybe in her late fifties, but I'd find out she was closer to seventy.
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Something about her face was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I stood up, believing she was in the wrong room.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked. "Hello, I'm looking for someone ... An Adam." She said. I didn't know who she was, so I lied. "Adam isn't here at the moment, but I can tell him that miss..."
