I flinched at the sound of a book being slammed down on my desk. I immediately raised my head to see Adam. He was glaring at me... I could tell he was angry... "Arianna. Stop falling asleep in my class," he said and he turned and walked back to his desk. "Arianna. Come back after school," he said in a harsh tone which made me shiver. "Crap..." I muttered. I did as I was told. I went back to the classroom after school. I hesitated to open the door, but managed it open quite quickly. "Y-yes... Mr.Klein?" "Cut the crap Arianna!" he said in a rather irritated tone. I flinched. "Just because you are my wife, doesn't mean you can do as you please. It is not acceptable for you to be falling asleep in my class. And I can't be nice about it to you either! So stop acting as if I'm in the wrong, and wipe that frown off your face!" "I-I..." "Your grades have slipped by more than thirty percent! Maybe it's not such a good idea that I married you." I was taken aback by this comment. "You regret it...?" He sighed. "That's not what I meant. All I mean is... since we've been married, your academics seem as though they've gone down the drain. It concerns me, that's all." "It's not about our marriage that this is happening. Adam... I'm scared... What if my parents never come home! What if they're gone forever! What then?!" I shouted. His expression changed. "Arianna... I'm sorry... I jumped to conclusions. I completely forgot about the situation with your parents..." he said quietly. "I want them to come home!" I cried. Tears formed in my eyes. "Arianna..." "I just want to see my mother and father! I want them to come home to Sarah and I! Why won't they just..." He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms. "You'll see them again..." he whispered. I cried softly into his chest. "How can you be so sure...?" He smiled. "I'm psychic. I know everything," he joked and he held me tighter. "Like hell you are," I said smiling. I wrapped my arms around him. I felt so protected with him. Maybe it was just me... but I really felt like he was someone I could actually... depend on. Someone I could trust and open my heart to. Someone I could possibly fall in love with... Maybe... I already was. ~~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~~ Why are my stories so dramatic and full if pedo things?! Oh I love myself!