Chapter 87
I gasped in vain but gave up not a second later. I gathered spit in my mouth and spat it out onto his face. When his grip loosened in surprise, I hit the insides of his elbow to fight out of his grip.
I fought against my instincts and held myself back from elbowing him in the face and stumbled back instead. My hands gingerly touched my neck that was already bruising due to the force he used to choke me.
By the rate I was fighting back, which is close to none at all, I would certainly end up in a body-bag. I needed to do something but I couldn't bring myself to hurt him. Deep inside, he was still Adam; the boy who was there for me and who stood up for me against Maddison on his first day of school; the pesky dude who wouldn't stop tailing me around.
He was the guy I fell for, blanketed with a layer of hatred and lies.
While he was wiping the spit off, I calculated my next moves carefully. It would be a waste of energy in running because he would catch me faster than I could scream bloody murder.
But I can't fight back even if I wanted to; it wasn't like I was in any state to fight off someone twice my size.
If I keep on playing dodge, I would tire out eventually tire my self out. So, the only thing I could actually do right then was pray for a miracle and try to gauge out a memory out of him to stall my unpreventable death.
You can't say I'm overreacting because he wouldn't kill me. Remember the last time we thought he wouldn't lay a finger on me?
About minutes ago?
No?
Well yeah, if you skipped a few minutes, you might've missed the part where he almost choked me to death.
He didn't even waste a minute to stalk towards me.
"Give it up, Cassandra. I know you're injured, you know you don't stand a chance in getting out of this one." He coaxed with a menacing smile. So he does know about the bruise. He was watching the fight.
I smirked at him faintly.
"You clearly hit your head pretty hard when that car crashed into you because the Adam that knew me would've known better than to try and convince me into giving up without a fight," I said aloud spreading my hands apart in a ‘come and get me' motion.
"It's just not how I roll," I winked before charging forwards, ignoring the screaming pain on my side as I pumped my legs faster to try to make use of the element of surprise.
I brought him down swiftly, using my weight to hold him down. I doubt it would keep him nailed to the ground but it was worth the try.
I almost missed the loud thud afterwards in the midst of releasing the war cry but Adam's grunt of pain was sharp and abrupt. I immediately got off him, anxiety coursing through me.
I wanted to save myself but I didn't want to cause another amnesia. God knows what it would be this time, Casey being a cannibal cow that ate its non-existent uncle? Who knows? The accusation was so ridiculous it could've been funny if it was Peter the Leprechaun that I ‘murdered' instead of Carla.
"Yo dude, you okay?" I asked him in blind panic. He was clutching his head as he rolled to his side. My own side wailed in pain in reminder that it was probably had a huge black and blue bruise forming.
I started feeling light headed, worrying for Adam's well- being.
Reaching out, I hesitantly placed my hand on his shoulder and when nothing happened, I started shaking him lightly. His body had gone still and his muscles were tense under the shirt he was wearing.
I shifted into a crouching position in case I needed to flee the spot the instant he starts screaming bloody murder at me again. But the sight that greeted me the next second made my legs turn to jelly, causing me to flop onto the ground once again, dumbfounded.
"Case?"
His voice was so soft and the look in his eyes looked sincerely perplexed but I quickly shook off the temporary shock.
No. This is not Adam. It's some psycho dude who thinks I killed Carla. I should not fall for his tricks.
I quickly stood up, taking the chance to walk away and leave. I stood up as gingerly and quickly as I could so that I wouldn't cause so much pain to my side anymore. It was starting to get unbearable before I sobered up and shot him a glare.
I limped a few feet away until a hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I braced myself for a punch. I didn't know where he was going to aim so I tensed all the muscles in my body and flinched.
When I felt no pain, I peeked through an eye, face still scrunched up in horrid anticipation, but all I saw was hurt.
Hurt in Adam's eyes.
"You thought I was going to hurt you?" Now this is tricky. I laughed nervously and uncertainly.
"I know where you're getting at here, you sly bastard. Don't play coy and if you think you could use the face of my boyfriend just to fool me, you're up for some serious reality check. It's enough that you're wearing his skin, I never thought you would stoop so low as to pretend to be him," I snorted.
That was a low blow.
But the next words that came out of his mouth gave me the biggest shock of the month that had my heart skip a beat.
"What are you talking about, Case? I am your boyfriend. I'm pretty sure you made that clear when you asked me out." There was a slight teasing tone underneath the uncertainty.
No one could've known about that little detail except for Adam himself.
The urge to jump into his welcoming arms, to cave into the familiar warmth was tempting but I diligently held back and watched him cautiously, eyeing him closely.
"So who killed your mom?" I asked him while scrutinizing every shift of facial expression that flitted across his face.
