Sad_Girl
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Chapter Two: Wild Gypsy Rose Part 4
This was it. The moment she’d waited for her entire life. Trine was about to be introduced to the man whom her mother had taught her to call daddy. It was always on television, of course, or in magazine pictures. She’d never even breathed the same air as him before, let alone any of the other things a little girl wanted from her daddy.
He’d never held her when she scraped her knee and kissed it better, told her he was proud of her for being brave. He’d never checked beneath her bed for monsters before tucking her in. He had not been there to intimidate the boys who might harbor bad intentions for her.
Everything she knew about him, she’d learned in Rolling Stone or on the internet. Her mothers own stories had been unreliable at best, always changing each time she told them. To be honest, until the Department of Children’s welfare had tracked him down to confirm it, she hadn’t completely believed he was really her father.
More likely, her father was the bus driver or the man who ran the video store down the street. Her mother could very well have saw Adam on TV the day she discovered that she was pregnant and that was how she’d come to the conclusion he was the father.
Emiliana Benedict had more problems than anyone had ever been able to deal with. She suffered from bipolar disorder, along with a stubborn determination that she did not need medical help. When she was on an upswing, there was no one in the world Trine would have rather been with. She was so beautiful and alive, you could never predict what fun, spontaneous plan she’d come up with.
Then there were the lows. Trine had learned at an early age to take care of herself during these lows. She had tried to care for her mother as well, but Emiliana would not have it. All Trine could do was keep herself as quiet and unnoticeable as possible and wait and pray for her mother to feel better.
In the past few years, Trine had stayed away from home in general as much as she could. Her mother had once sworn that the prescriptions her Dr wrote were poison to her system, along with any drug. Somehow this didn’t seem to apply to the meth habit she developed when Trine was thirteen. She forgot to eat, to sleep… she even forgot Trine, more than once. By the time Emiliana died, she was skeletal thin and completely incoherent in her ramblings
Now, at fifteen, Trine considered herself to have been on her own for years. She didn’t need anyone to take care of her, and she didn’t want to be thrust upon someone who didn’t want her. In the four months since her mothers death, she’d been in and out of foster care. Out, more than in, since she would run away from them more often than not.
“You ready?” Janet asked her as they pulled up to the fancy Chicago hotel.
“Yeah.” She agreed quietly. She had been ready for this for ages. She had pictured it a million times. She would have her chance to say everything she’d wanted to say all these years. In some fantasies she’d spat in his face. In others she’d slapped him. It had been a good long time since she had been foolish enough to even imagine hugging him.
Janet was her case worker, and just about the only decent adult she knew. She had tried to persuade her to adopt her. It would only have been for a little more than a year, then she would be a legal adult and didn’t need anyone for anything. Of course, Janet had not been able to. That’s the way life worked, wasn’t it? The best solutions were always off limits.
She followed her to the registration desk in silence, counting every step nervously. In the back of her head there was a little voice urging her to turn and run. She felt like a trapped animal. The snooty man behind the desk looked at her as if she truly were an animal. Something wild and dangerous. She felt the childish urge to stick her tongue out at him.
As soon as Janet introduced herself, the man became a total suck up, of course. He lifted the telephone receiver and spoke into it briefly. When he offered to have someone see to her bags, Trine scowled at him. She didn’t need help with her backpack, which was the only luggage she carried.
A giant of a man approached them from the far left hallway, his strides long and purposeful. When he stopped near them, Trine had to tilt her head way back to be able to see his eyes. More than just tall, the man was a solid wall of muscle.
“Ms. Rodowitz?” He asked, shaking Janet’s hand politely. “I’m John, Adam asked me to come and escort you.” He said, looking over the woman’s shoulder at Trine, who stared right back at him, jaw thrust out defiantly. She saw the surprise in the mans eyes and willed herself to be strong. It didn’t matter what anyone thought of her.
Soon, he was leading them back down the hallway from which he had emerged, into a meeting room where a small group of people were gathered. Several of them had acoustic guitars, and there were other instruments laying around here and there. The table was cluttered with empty or half empty bottles of water, beer and soda, as well as wads of wrinkled paper with discarded lyrics.
The urge to run was stronger than ever as every head turned to look at her. The friendly chatter died completely as everyone stared in uncomfortable silence. She shifted her backpack higher onto her shoulder, her eyes searching the ceiling and then the floor. Anything but the people who were gawking at her.
“Mr. Clayton, it’s nice to meet you in person.” Janet was saying as one man emerged from the group, greeting Janet politely. “This is Trine Benedict.” She told him.
“Trine.” Adam repeated, stopping a few feet in front of where she stood. “It’s good to meet you. I have a room for you, upstairs. Why don’t we go get you settled. You’ve been on the road for several hours now, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess.” She told him, unable to look him in the eye. She hadn’t been prepared in the least for the sudden and extremely unwelcome urge to cry. His voice had literally set her to shaking, and she shoved her hands into her pants pockets so no one would see them tremble.
“So how long have you been living in Kansas City?” he asked as he and Janet guided her out of the room and toward the bank of elevators.
“Dunno.” She muttered, her face hidden behind her shoulder length hair. “Three or four years.” Adam looked to Janet for some help. He was at a loss already. What the hell could he possibly have in common with a fifteen year old American girl?
Meanwhile, back in the meeting room, the others were all recovering from their own state of shock. It had been one thing to have been told Adam had a daughter, but another thing altogether to see her in the flesh. The resemblance was uncanny, undeniable.
She had the same shape to her face, her mouth and nose, even the shape of her eyes. She was willowy thin, as Adam had always been when he was young, as well. Her hair was shoulder length and naturally wavy, but she had dyed it jet black. Except for two long locks which framed her face, those she had dyed fire engine red.
Her ears were each pierced half a dozen times, and she wore a small diamond stud in her nose and another beneath her lower lip. Her fingernails were covered in chipping black nail polish, and the black cargo pants she wore were two sizes too big for her, hanging low on her hips. The T-shirt she wore had been black at one time, but had seen so much use it was now more of a charcoal, and the words were too faded to read.
“If her hair had been blonde and she didn’t have all the piercings…” Bono started, and Larry and Edge both nodded and mumbled their agreement.
“That girl looks so much like Adam did at eighteen it’s frightening.” He explained, turning to the more recent acquaintances in the room.
“Yeah, cuz we didn’t see the resemblance.” Cat told him sarcastically.
“Damn, how old did he say she was?” Shane asked, earning threatening glances from just about everyone in the room. “What? I was expecting a little girl, but that one’s ‘bout full grown.” He told them with a shrug. “She’s nearly as old as you, Cat.” He teased. Cat’s green eyes flashed with irritation.
“Shane you are such an ass.” She told him. “I’m twice her age.”
“Not quite.” He retorted. Cat was already aware of the fact that she was closer in age to Trine than she was to Adam. There were seventeen years between herself and Adam, and she was only thirteen years older than Trine. It had been a source of argument between them already. It was one of the first things which came up when he and Paul had arrived from Dublin that very morning.
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“Hi.” Cat greeted Adam meekly when he answered his door. He looked as tired as she felt.
“Hi.” He replied, stepping aside and gesturing for her to come in.
“Can we talk?” She asked, chewing on her lower lip as she always did when she was nervous or deep in thought. Adam closed the door and moved to set on the foot of the bed. He nodded at her and she continued.
“Adam, I know you keep telling me you think this is wrong somehow. You think because some people think it’s strange, that there’s an age difference, we shouldn’t be together.” She started, moving toward him slowly, standing directly in front of him, making him look up at her. “Kiss me.” She whispered, reaching out one hand and stroking his hair.
“What?”
“Kiss me, and tell me you still think it isn’t right. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I know what I feel, when you’re close to me. If you can kiss me and tell me what we have isn’t real, isn’t worth the effort…” She told him, but her words were cut short when he leaned forward to kiss her softly. His lips brushed over hers, feather soft and as tentative as a first kiss.
She shuddered, that slightest touch of his lips to hers spreading electricity through her body. She sighed and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his mouth more firmly. His mouth was soft and hot, responding eagerly to her kiss. She tentatively traced the inside of his lip with the tip of her tongue and felt him moan, the vibrations spreading through her whole being.
He slid his hands up along her spine, pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue penetrating her mouth to caress the sensitive flesh of her own lips and tongue, stoking a fire which had already been kindled. She caught his full lower lip between her teeth gently and then sucked it into her mouth, soothing the gentle bite.
Adam slid his hands down the length of her back, all the way down to grab her thighs and pull her firmly up to straddle his lap. The fire which had been a pleasant glow suddenly burst into wild flame inside of her. She pulled her mouth clear of his to gasp for air, her head back, eyes unseeingly aimed at the ceiling. Adam’s full, hot lips found the bare skin of her neck and a low, throaty groan escaped her lips.
His mouth slid down her chest, tongue and lips leaving a trail of heat as his hands slid up under the fabric of her shirt. His kisses dipped as low as the collar of her shirt would stretch, his hands exploring places his lips did not have access to.
She clung to him, one hand in his hair, the other tugging his own shirt out from where it was tucked into his pants. She looked down at him, watching him with fascination as he explored her skin with his mouth and hands. She held tight to him with her legs, rocking backward to unbutton his shirt, pressing against him at the point at which their bodies met.
He shrugged the shirt off of his shoulders as her hands opened it’s buttons, sliding across the expanse of his chest. His eyes locked with hers, an intensity in them she’d not seen before. They promised her more passion than she’d ever experienced in her life. More than that, they were full of a love like none she’d ever known.
She gently urged him to lie back on the bed, finding his earlobe with her mouth, then tasting the warm flesh of his neck. She felt his pulse against her tongue and as she did, Adam rolled her over, lying on his side next to her. His big, warm hands slid over her skin tentatively; adoringly.
She reached out to pull him down closer to her, and he caught her hand in his own, bringing it to his lips. The energy between them changed dramatically, the heat fading into a gentle warmth.
“Ok. Point taken.” He told her with a smile. He lay beside her, his face next to hers on the bed, and reached out to stroke her hair away from her face. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmured.
“Love me.” She told him softly, reaching out to trace the line of his bicep with the tip of her finger. He kissed her softly, the length of him pressed against her from head to toe.
“I already do.” He said, and she could feel his eyelashes brush her cheek as he closed his eyes.
“Make love to me.” She said suddenly, and his eyes snapped open in disbelief.
“What?”
“Make love to me.” She said again, smiling shyly.
“I don’t… Cat you… It’s been years of your life you’ve devoted to a belief, I don’t want to ruin that decision.” He told her.
“You won’t be ruining anything.” She assured him. “It’s my decision, Adam. It’s not like I’m just rushing into some fling. I love you.”
“Then there’s no reason not to wait a little longer. I’m not about to go anywhere.” He told her, earning a scowl. Cat had never liked being told she could not have something she wanted. “We need to get on with that talk you came here for.” He said, easing the sting of rejection only slightly.
“Ok.” She agreed, admiring him as he stood and moved to look out the window. It was a simple thing, but so intimate to see him standing there, leaning against the window, his chest and shoulders and feet bare. She admired the shape of his waist, the way his pants hung on his hips. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag before speaking.
Cat slipped into the shirt he’d been wearing, practically still warm from the heat of his body. It smelled like him, she realized with a smile. She sat up on the bed and wrapped her arms around herself, snuggling into his shirt.
“I was on holiday in Rio, when I met her.” He started, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Her name was Emiliana. She was down there for Carnival with some friends. I’ve never known anyone like her, she was… wild.”
Cat rested her head against her arms, hugging her knees to her chest. She was more than a little uncomfortable, hearing this. She bit her lip and waited for him to continue. He obviously needed to talk to someone about this, and that was her role. That’s what you did for someone you loved, she told herself.
“We spent nearly two weeks together, first in Rio de Janeiro and then Trinidad. I mean that literally, I don’t know that we spent more than three or four hours apart. One day I woke up and she was gone.” He told her with a sigh.
“Just like that?” Cat asked, looking up at him in disbelief.
“Just like that. Left me a note scribbled on the hotel stationary. I never heard from her again.”
“Until now.” Cat corrected.
“Not even now. She died a few months ago.”
“Oh, Adam… Oh, God. How awful…” Cat gasped. “What about Trine?”
“That’s why she’s here. She doesn’t have anyone.”
“Yes she does. Now.” Cat assured him, rising from the bed to join him by the window, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I don’t know a bloody thing about being a father, Cat.”
“You’re not alone, either. You have your friends, and you have me. We’ll help you figure it out.”
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“I can’t believe it. I mean… Wow.” Bono was saying, at a loss for words; and that wasn’t a common occurrence. They were seated in the back of the hotel restaurant, two tables put together to accommodate Bono, Edge, Larry, Paul, John and Angel.
“You’re telling me. Try being the one to tell Adam.” Paul replied wiping his mouth with a napkin and reaching for his drink.
“How is he? He’s been hiding out in his room since he went up with her this morning.” Larry asked Paul, the only person outside of the guys in the band who was really close to Adam.
“He’ll be ok.” Paul told him. “Now, how’s the tour going?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood of the group.
“Good, good.” Bono replied with a nod. “I’m glad we decided to do it like this, take it slow and easy and really get a feel for the reaction of the fans. Edge and I have already made a couple changes to the track list for the CD. We want to bump a couple that haven’t really gone over as well.”
“That means more time in the studio when you get done?” Paul asked.
“No, actually, we already laid the other songs down. It’s just a matter now of setting the list and signing off on mass production.” He replied, taking a sip of his water.
“And the other thing?” Paul asked, turning to look at Angel.
“No significant progress on tracing the origin of the letter itself. We do have people watching the sects of disciples that have a propensity for violence. We should have something more solid within a few days.” She replied, pushing the rice on her plate around with her fork.
“How serious is this?” Paul asked, looking her directly in the eye.
“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted. “But I’m treating it as extremely serious. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Everyone fell silent again, the weight of the subject matter making the very air around them seem heavy. Angel was grateful when her phone rang and gave her an excuse to leave the table.
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“What a great audience! Yeah!” Angel was saying into the mic that night, even though the crowd was not particularly enthusiastic about the opening act. She had arrived on stage on her own bike this time, starting the show in the way which had gone over so well in Boston. She was doing everything right, and she knew what it was that seemed to dampen the audiences appreciation of a genuinely good show.
“This next song is not one of ours.” She informed the audience, returning the bass guitar to it’s stand and taking the mic in hand. “In fact, it was originally a country song, several years back. But the words have a particularly special significance to me, so we took it and made it our own.”
“She’s changing the set list on stage again?” Edge wondered aloud. He and the others were gathered in the control booth, watching the show.
“You see, this song reminds me of a certain night, back home in Memphis when I met someone special to me.” She continued as Krash played an introduction to the song. In the control booth, everyone looked at Adam. He shrugged to tell them he was just as surprised as they were. Cat was careful not to mention the rumors she was trying to put an end to, suspecting that would make her seem insincere.
“This song makes me think of Adam Clayton every time I hear it. So I just had to sing it for you, and him, tonight.” She said, and the crowd seemed shocked at first, growing almost more quiet. Then, as she began to sing, there was a rush of applause more enthusiastic than any yet that night. Her voice was strong and full of emotion as she reached the chorus.
“What was I supposed to do? Standing there looking at you, lonely boy far from home! Maybe it was Memphis. Maybe it was the southern summer night. Maybe it was you, maybe it was me, but it sure felt right!”
As Tequila Monster returned to the green room backstage, Adam was the first to greet them, wrapping his arms around Cat. But before he, or anyone, had time to say anything, Angel and her partner approached.
“Shane Howard Ingrham?” The big man asked, and Shane’s steps faltered as he looked at the pair approaching him. He looked like he was ready to run.
“Yeah.” He said, his eyes moving quickly back and forth between the two.
“You’re under arrest for failure to appear in court in Jackson county, Texas.” The man said.
“For child support. That’s not a federal offense!” Shane argued, taking several slow steps back.
“You’ve been misinformed. You have multiple cases pending, the total amount of back child support is more than $25,000. That makes it a federal case.” Angel told him.
“You have the right to remain silent…” Her partner began to read him his Miranda rights as Angel placed him in handcuffs. Her partner continued to recite the man’s legal rights as he led Shane down the hallway and everyone stared after them in shock.
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Chapter Two: Wild Gypsy Rose Part 4
This was it. The moment she’d waited for her entire life. Trine was about to be introduced to the man whom her mother had taught her to call daddy. It was always on television, of course, or in magazine pictures. She’d never even breathed the same air as him before, let alone any of the other things a little girl wanted from her daddy.
He’d never held her when she scraped her knee and kissed it better, told her he was proud of her for being brave. He’d never checked beneath her bed for monsters before tucking her in. He had not been there to intimidate the boys who might harbor bad intentions for her.
Everything she knew about him, she’d learned in Rolling Stone or on the internet. Her mothers own stories had been unreliable at best, always changing each time she told them. To be honest, until the Department of Children’s welfare had tracked him down to confirm it, she hadn’t completely believed he was really her father.
More likely, her father was the bus driver or the man who ran the video store down the street. Her mother could very well have saw Adam on TV the day she discovered that she was pregnant and that was how she’d come to the conclusion he was the father.
Emiliana Benedict had more problems than anyone had ever been able to deal with. She suffered from bipolar disorder, along with a stubborn determination that she did not need medical help. When she was on an upswing, there was no one in the world Trine would have rather been with. She was so beautiful and alive, you could never predict what fun, spontaneous plan she’d come up with.
Then there were the lows. Trine had learned at an early age to take care of herself during these lows. She had tried to care for her mother as well, but Emiliana would not have it. All Trine could do was keep herself as quiet and unnoticeable as possible and wait and pray for her mother to feel better.
In the past few years, Trine had stayed away from home in general as much as she could. Her mother had once sworn that the prescriptions her Dr wrote were poison to her system, along with any drug. Somehow this didn’t seem to apply to the meth habit she developed when Trine was thirteen. She forgot to eat, to sleep… she even forgot Trine, more than once. By the time Emiliana died, she was skeletal thin and completely incoherent in her ramblings
Now, at fifteen, Trine considered herself to have been on her own for years. She didn’t need anyone to take care of her, and she didn’t want to be thrust upon someone who didn’t want her. In the four months since her mothers death, she’d been in and out of foster care. Out, more than in, since she would run away from them more often than not.
“You ready?” Janet asked her as they pulled up to the fancy Chicago hotel.
“Yeah.” She agreed quietly. She had been ready for this for ages. She had pictured it a million times. She would have her chance to say everything she’d wanted to say all these years. In some fantasies she’d spat in his face. In others she’d slapped him. It had been a good long time since she had been foolish enough to even imagine hugging him.
Janet was her case worker, and just about the only decent adult she knew. She had tried to persuade her to adopt her. It would only have been for a little more than a year, then she would be a legal adult and didn’t need anyone for anything. Of course, Janet had not been able to. That’s the way life worked, wasn’t it? The best solutions were always off limits.
She followed her to the registration desk in silence, counting every step nervously. In the back of her head there was a little voice urging her to turn and run. She felt like a trapped animal. The snooty man behind the desk looked at her as if she truly were an animal. Something wild and dangerous. She felt the childish urge to stick her tongue out at him.
As soon as Janet introduced herself, the man became a total suck up, of course. He lifted the telephone receiver and spoke into it briefly. When he offered to have someone see to her bags, Trine scowled at him. She didn’t need help with her backpack, which was the only luggage she carried.
A giant of a man approached them from the far left hallway, his strides long and purposeful. When he stopped near them, Trine had to tilt her head way back to be able to see his eyes. More than just tall, the man was a solid wall of muscle.
“Ms. Rodowitz?” He asked, shaking Janet’s hand politely. “I’m John, Adam asked me to come and escort you.” He said, looking over the woman’s shoulder at Trine, who stared right back at him, jaw thrust out defiantly. She saw the surprise in the mans eyes and willed herself to be strong. It didn’t matter what anyone thought of her.
Soon, he was leading them back down the hallway from which he had emerged, into a meeting room where a small group of people were gathered. Several of them had acoustic guitars, and there were other instruments laying around here and there. The table was cluttered with empty or half empty bottles of water, beer and soda, as well as wads of wrinkled paper with discarded lyrics.
The urge to run was stronger than ever as every head turned to look at her. The friendly chatter died completely as everyone stared in uncomfortable silence. She shifted her backpack higher onto her shoulder, her eyes searching the ceiling and then the floor. Anything but the people who were gawking at her.
“Mr. Clayton, it’s nice to meet you in person.” Janet was saying as one man emerged from the group, greeting Janet politely. “This is Trine Benedict.” She told him.
“Trine.” Adam repeated, stopping a few feet in front of where she stood. “It’s good to meet you. I have a room for you, upstairs. Why don’t we go get you settled. You’ve been on the road for several hours now, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess.” She told him, unable to look him in the eye. She hadn’t been prepared in the least for the sudden and extremely unwelcome urge to cry. His voice had literally set her to shaking, and she shoved her hands into her pants pockets so no one would see them tremble.
“So how long have you been living in Kansas City?” he asked as he and Janet guided her out of the room and toward the bank of elevators.
“Dunno.” She muttered, her face hidden behind her shoulder length hair. “Three or four years.” Adam looked to Janet for some help. He was at a loss already. What the hell could he possibly have in common with a fifteen year old American girl?
Meanwhile, back in the meeting room, the others were all recovering from their own state of shock. It had been one thing to have been told Adam had a daughter, but another thing altogether to see her in the flesh. The resemblance was uncanny, undeniable.
She had the same shape to her face, her mouth and nose, even the shape of her eyes. She was willowy thin, as Adam had always been when he was young, as well. Her hair was shoulder length and naturally wavy, but she had dyed it jet black. Except for two long locks which framed her face, those she had dyed fire engine red.
Her ears were each pierced half a dozen times, and she wore a small diamond stud in her nose and another beneath her lower lip. Her fingernails were covered in chipping black nail polish, and the black cargo pants she wore were two sizes too big for her, hanging low on her hips. The T-shirt she wore had been black at one time, but had seen so much use it was now more of a charcoal, and the words were too faded to read.
“If her hair had been blonde and she didn’t have all the piercings…” Bono started, and Larry and Edge both nodded and mumbled their agreement.
“That girl looks so much like Adam did at eighteen it’s frightening.” He explained, turning to the more recent acquaintances in the room.
“Yeah, cuz we didn’t see the resemblance.” Cat told him sarcastically.
“Damn, how old did he say she was?” Shane asked, earning threatening glances from just about everyone in the room. “What? I was expecting a little girl, but that one’s ‘bout full grown.” He told them with a shrug. “She’s nearly as old as you, Cat.” He teased. Cat’s green eyes flashed with irritation.
“Shane you are such an ass.” She told him. “I’m twice her age.”
“Not quite.” He retorted. Cat was already aware of the fact that she was closer in age to Trine than she was to Adam. There were seventeen years between herself and Adam, and she was only thirteen years older than Trine. It had been a source of argument between them already. It was one of the first things which came up when he and Paul had arrived from Dublin that very morning.
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“Hi.” Cat greeted Adam meekly when he answered his door. He looked as tired as she felt.
“Hi.” He replied, stepping aside and gesturing for her to come in.
“Can we talk?” She asked, chewing on her lower lip as she always did when she was nervous or deep in thought. Adam closed the door and moved to set on the foot of the bed. He nodded at her and she continued.
“Adam, I know you keep telling me you think this is wrong somehow. You think because some people think it’s strange, that there’s an age difference, we shouldn’t be together.” She started, moving toward him slowly, standing directly in front of him, making him look up at her. “Kiss me.” She whispered, reaching out one hand and stroking his hair.
“What?”
“Kiss me, and tell me you still think it isn’t right. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I know what I feel, when you’re close to me. If you can kiss me and tell me what we have isn’t real, isn’t worth the effort…” She told him, but her words were cut short when he leaned forward to kiss her softly. His lips brushed over hers, feather soft and as tentative as a first kiss.
She shuddered, that slightest touch of his lips to hers spreading electricity through her body. She sighed and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his mouth more firmly. His mouth was soft and hot, responding eagerly to her kiss. She tentatively traced the inside of his lip with the tip of her tongue and felt him moan, the vibrations spreading through her whole being.
He slid his hands up along her spine, pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue penetrating her mouth to caress the sensitive flesh of her own lips and tongue, stoking a fire which had already been kindled. She caught his full lower lip between her teeth gently and then sucked it into her mouth, soothing the gentle bite.
Adam slid his hands down the length of her back, all the way down to grab her thighs and pull her firmly up to straddle his lap. The fire which had been a pleasant glow suddenly burst into wild flame inside of her. She pulled her mouth clear of his to gasp for air, her head back, eyes unseeingly aimed at the ceiling. Adam’s full, hot lips found the bare skin of her neck and a low, throaty groan escaped her lips.
His mouth slid down her chest, tongue and lips leaving a trail of heat as his hands slid up under the fabric of her shirt. His kisses dipped as low as the collar of her shirt would stretch, his hands exploring places his lips did not have access to.
She clung to him, one hand in his hair, the other tugging his own shirt out from where it was tucked into his pants. She looked down at him, watching him with fascination as he explored her skin with his mouth and hands. She held tight to him with her legs, rocking backward to unbutton his shirt, pressing against him at the point at which their bodies met.
He shrugged the shirt off of his shoulders as her hands opened it’s buttons, sliding across the expanse of his chest. His eyes locked with hers, an intensity in them she’d not seen before. They promised her more passion than she’d ever experienced in her life. More than that, they were full of a love like none she’d ever known.
She gently urged him to lie back on the bed, finding his earlobe with her mouth, then tasting the warm flesh of his neck. She felt his pulse against her tongue and as she did, Adam rolled her over, lying on his side next to her. His big, warm hands slid over her skin tentatively; adoringly.
She reached out to pull him down closer to her, and he caught her hand in his own, bringing it to his lips. The energy between them changed dramatically, the heat fading into a gentle warmth.
“Ok. Point taken.” He told her with a smile. He lay beside her, his face next to hers on the bed, and reached out to stroke her hair away from her face. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmured.
“Love me.” She told him softly, reaching out to trace the line of his bicep with the tip of her finger. He kissed her softly, the length of him pressed against her from head to toe.
“I already do.” He said, and she could feel his eyelashes brush her cheek as he closed his eyes.
“Make love to me.” She said suddenly, and his eyes snapped open in disbelief.
“What?”
“Make love to me.” She said again, smiling shyly.
“I don’t… Cat you… It’s been years of your life you’ve devoted to a belief, I don’t want to ruin that decision.” He told her.
“You won’t be ruining anything.” She assured him. “It’s my decision, Adam. It’s not like I’m just rushing into some fling. I love you.”
“Then there’s no reason not to wait a little longer. I’m not about to go anywhere.” He told her, earning a scowl. Cat had never liked being told she could not have something she wanted. “We need to get on with that talk you came here for.” He said, easing the sting of rejection only slightly.
“Ok.” She agreed, admiring him as he stood and moved to look out the window. It was a simple thing, but so intimate to see him standing there, leaning against the window, his chest and shoulders and feet bare. She admired the shape of his waist, the way his pants hung on his hips. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag before speaking.
Cat slipped into the shirt he’d been wearing, practically still warm from the heat of his body. It smelled like him, she realized with a smile. She sat up on the bed and wrapped her arms around herself, snuggling into his shirt.
“I was on holiday in Rio, when I met her.” He started, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Her name was Emiliana. She was down there for Carnival with some friends. I’ve never known anyone like her, she was… wild.”
Cat rested her head against her arms, hugging her knees to her chest. She was more than a little uncomfortable, hearing this. She bit her lip and waited for him to continue. He obviously needed to talk to someone about this, and that was her role. That’s what you did for someone you loved, she told herself.
“We spent nearly two weeks together, first in Rio de Janeiro and then Trinidad. I mean that literally, I don’t know that we spent more than three or four hours apart. One day I woke up and she was gone.” He told her with a sigh.
“Just like that?” Cat asked, looking up at him in disbelief.
“Just like that. Left me a note scribbled on the hotel stationary. I never heard from her again.”
“Until now.” Cat corrected.
“Not even now. She died a few months ago.”
“Oh, Adam… Oh, God. How awful…” Cat gasped. “What about Trine?”
“That’s why she’s here. She doesn’t have anyone.”
“Yes she does. Now.” Cat assured him, rising from the bed to join him by the window, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I don’t know a bloody thing about being a father, Cat.”
“You’re not alone, either. You have your friends, and you have me. We’ll help you figure it out.”
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“I can’t believe it. I mean… Wow.” Bono was saying, at a loss for words; and that wasn’t a common occurrence. They were seated in the back of the hotel restaurant, two tables put together to accommodate Bono, Edge, Larry, Paul, John and Angel.
“You’re telling me. Try being the one to tell Adam.” Paul replied wiping his mouth with a napkin and reaching for his drink.
“How is he? He’s been hiding out in his room since he went up with her this morning.” Larry asked Paul, the only person outside of the guys in the band who was really close to Adam.
“He’ll be ok.” Paul told him. “Now, how’s the tour going?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood of the group.
“Good, good.” Bono replied with a nod. “I’m glad we decided to do it like this, take it slow and easy and really get a feel for the reaction of the fans. Edge and I have already made a couple changes to the track list for the CD. We want to bump a couple that haven’t really gone over as well.”
“That means more time in the studio when you get done?” Paul asked.
“No, actually, we already laid the other songs down. It’s just a matter now of setting the list and signing off on mass production.” He replied, taking a sip of his water.
“And the other thing?” Paul asked, turning to look at Angel.
“No significant progress on tracing the origin of the letter itself. We do have people watching the sects of disciples that have a propensity for violence. We should have something more solid within a few days.” She replied, pushing the rice on her plate around with her fork.
“How serious is this?” Paul asked, looking her directly in the eye.
“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted. “But I’m treating it as extremely serious. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Everyone fell silent again, the weight of the subject matter making the very air around them seem heavy. Angel was grateful when her phone rang and gave her an excuse to leave the table.
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“What a great audience! Yeah!” Angel was saying into the mic that night, even though the crowd was not particularly enthusiastic about the opening act. She had arrived on stage on her own bike this time, starting the show in the way which had gone over so well in Boston. She was doing everything right, and she knew what it was that seemed to dampen the audiences appreciation of a genuinely good show.
“This next song is not one of ours.” She informed the audience, returning the bass guitar to it’s stand and taking the mic in hand. “In fact, it was originally a country song, several years back. But the words have a particularly special significance to me, so we took it and made it our own.”
“She’s changing the set list on stage again?” Edge wondered aloud. He and the others were gathered in the control booth, watching the show.
“You see, this song reminds me of a certain night, back home in Memphis when I met someone special to me.” She continued as Krash played an introduction to the song. In the control booth, everyone looked at Adam. He shrugged to tell them he was just as surprised as they were. Cat was careful not to mention the rumors she was trying to put an end to, suspecting that would make her seem insincere.
“This song makes me think of Adam Clayton every time I hear it. So I just had to sing it for you, and him, tonight.” She said, and the crowd seemed shocked at first, growing almost more quiet. Then, as she began to sing, there was a rush of applause more enthusiastic than any yet that night. Her voice was strong and full of emotion as she reached the chorus.
“What was I supposed to do? Standing there looking at you, lonely boy far from home! Maybe it was Memphis. Maybe it was the southern summer night. Maybe it was you, maybe it was me, but it sure felt right!”
As Tequila Monster returned to the green room backstage, Adam was the first to greet them, wrapping his arms around Cat. But before he, or anyone, had time to say anything, Angel and her partner approached.
“Shane Howard Ingrham?” The big man asked, and Shane’s steps faltered as he looked at the pair approaching him. He looked like he was ready to run.
“Yeah.” He said, his eyes moving quickly back and forth between the two.
“You’re under arrest for failure to appear in court in Jackson county, Texas.” The man said.
“For child support. That’s not a federal offense!” Shane argued, taking several slow steps back.
“You’ve been misinformed. You have multiple cases pending, the total amount of back child support is more than $25,000. That makes it a federal case.” Angel told him.
“You have the right to remain silent…” Her partner began to read him his Miranda rights as Angel placed him in handcuffs. Her partner continued to recite the man’s legal rights as he led Shane down the hallway and everyone stared after them in shock.
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Thanks for updating so quickly! Also really liked the Adam/Cat Snog-session...very nice! 
