It was a fruitless effort for him to attempt to get any sleep.  He'd been laying here after spending less than an hour with Jay and Nora - the majority of that time being on the receiving end of a lecture from the little blonde diva, who was angry with him for ending things with Amy - for and breaking her heart in the process.

Adam didn't blame Nora - he was annoyed with himself as well.  But she didn't understand, and Jay eventually explained his true motives.  That had upset the young woman even more, if such a thing were possible.

"Adam, how can you do that?  You've behaving like a coward, you know?"

The tall blond man had no response aside from a shrug.  He raked a hand through his long hair and simply eyed the angry blonde.

"Amy needs you!  You really think you're protecting her by doing this?  Don't you see you're making everything even worse?" Nora asked, her expression changing to one of great concern.

"I tried to tell him pretty much the same thing," Jay said.  "But he's too damn stubborn to see it..."

Nora shook her head hopelessly.

The tall blond man tossed aside the blanket, swung his long legs over the side of the bed and stood up to gaze out the window.  His life certainly seemed to be going to hell in a handbasket.  He wondered why all of this had to happen to him, to his friends.  Life was too unfair...

He noted the black, darkly-tinted windowed car parked directly across the street down below and frowned.  He hadn't taken much note of the vehicle earlier that evening, when he'd brought Amy back from the hospital.  His mind had been too preoccupied at the time - but now that he remembered, the same car had been there earlier, in the exact same spot.

"Oh, hell no..." Adam muttered between gritted teeth.  Likewise, both his hands clenched into fists instinctively.

"Fuck no..."

As he continued to glare down at the parked car, somehow, he knew Paul Levesque was esconced within.

The bastard was responsible for all of the things that had happened recently.  He'd tried to run him down with an SUV... Raped Nora, raped Torrie, attacked Stephanie, probably with the intent to do the same to her as he'd done to the two blondes, tried to shoot him but had nailed Amy instead... Amy - his angel.  And then Adam had to remind himself that, thanks to that sick motherfucker, the redhead was no longer his at all...

The blond man moved slightly away from the window, edging over to where he'd left his bag on the floor near the TV set.  Dropping to his knees, he reached inside, slipping his hand under various articles of clothing.  In seconds, his hand made contact with the object he sought - and he raised Amy's gun to eye's length.

Adam stayed knelt in that spot for long moments, his gaze fixed on the small pistol, hand caressing the steel almost lovingly as he entertained thoughts of violence against the man he considered to have ruined his life...

*

Stephanie eyed Amy with concern as the exhausted redhead lay blessedly sound asleep on her hotel bed.

The brunette sighed and ran a hand through her long hair.  It was all so sad, and she couldn't believe everything that had happened.  The last several days especially felt like a bad dream.  Vividly, she recalled Paul stalking into her office after a recent show, the stark look of loathing, and perhaps even madness, as he'd glared murderously at her... How his hand had ferociously gripped her throat, the bastard then fondling her breast roughly.  If it hadn't been for Kurt coming in...

No... She didn't want to think about it.  She wouldn't allow herself to think about what might have happened.  After all, she was safe - untouched - and that was what mattered.

She looked up as the door to the hotel room suddenly opened, and Torrie stepped inside, the tall blonde diva's eyes instantly traveling to Amy's sleeping form.  Then, making a conscious effort to keep quiet so as not to disturb the redhead, she gestured to Stephanie.

"What are we...What are we goig to do?"

The brunette thought at first that Torrie meant what were they going to do about the sleeping arrangements, but then she realized otherwise - the blonde meant about Adam and Amy.

"I...Well, I want to talk to him," Stephanie admitted in a whisper.  "She told me she was a big part of why Adam broke up with me..."

Torrie's eyes widened in surprise.

"You mean they...the two of them were-"

"No...I don't think they were seeing each other," the brunette said softly.  "But I do think Adam suddenly realized he had feelings for her while he was still with me..."

The two women eyed their friend for a beat, then Stephanie turned back to face her friend.

"Torrie, would you mind staying with Shane tonight?  Or even Kurt?"  She completely trusted both the blonde diva and the Olympian, so the idea of them sharing a room for the night didn't bother her.  Besides, she knew Kurt had been staying here with Torrie while she and Shane had been on their trip to visit their father.

The tall blonde nodded wordlessly.  Then, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to have myself a little talk with Adam..."