Se connecterMADISONWhile watching him walk out of the room, an idea pops into my head.Ever since we moved here, none of us has enjoyed the full benefits of this apartment, and I’m talking about the jacuzzi.This is happening tonight.Giggling to myself, I slip out of the dress and hurry into the closet, pull out the drawers, and grab a red bikini I’ve never worn.As I hurriedly get ready, I have to peep at the door every so often. I brush my hair, apply red lipstick, and a little perfume before sneaking out of the room to the deck, where the jacuzzi is completely cold, given the time of year.However, I carry every intention of having Caden taste what it feels like in the water.His whole life, he’s been afraid of water. I’m sure he doesn’t know how to swim.I don’t think I can ever erase the fear I saw in those hazel eyes when he found me under the full bathtub. It was like his soul was yanked from his body. He was scared—he never gets that scared, not even during his nightmares, which don’t c
CADENIt has been two weeks since I got discharged from the hospital.Through those days, I got the chance to taste forgiveness and the denouement. It feels like being reborn.Well, that’s after learning Avery won’t be showing her face anywhere around California. Since Paxton visited her, Keith said she transferred schools and left town for good.My dad and Martha stayed for those weeks, though. During that time, they have been nothing but supportive.Dad kept his word, just like he said in the hospital. The man wakes up early every morning to go for a run, and now I’m afraid it has become a part of him.In those limited days, he encouraged me to overcome some of my guilt. I found myself realizing I was just a kid when Cara died, and there was nothing I could’ve done to change what happened that day.We communicated every chance we got. He told me more about his parents, helped me with my homework even when it’s not necessary.“Hey. I know it’s illegal, but since you’re married, I was
CADENDad lets out a frustrated laugh and sinks into the sofa behind him, allowing the three of us to process his admission.“It doesn’t matter anyway.” He smiles at both Mad and me. “What matters is that I let them implicate me, and I turned out to be somehow like them. Not knowing how to give my own child the love they owe me. I thought it was because of my hatred for men like my fathers, but honestly, it’s a curse. Maybe I am cursed,” he whispers.I stand still, holding onto the scream in my chest.“Caden, I never hated you; you just reminded me of memories I was trying to withdraw from. You look everything like me growing up. So, I pushed you away.”“I—I…” Mad begins but stops. She must also be in shock.Martha lowers herself next to him on the sofa. He glances at her and drops his eyes to the floor.“Look, I was a coward. It sucks not being able to fight your demons. But I’ve lost enough… I will not lose my son over what happened in my past. I wouldn’t lose any one of you for tha
CADENThat same day, after Mad returned, freshly showered and dressed in a pink loose-knit sweater, she has my leg on her thighs, massaging it tenderly.Martha, on the other hand, is informing us about my progress, believing I might be discharged soon.She babbles about transferring schools, mentions the possibility of moving back, and even entertains the idea of seeking vengeance on whoever is responsible. Somehow, I believe she might mean it.Martha is a nice person; Mad is lucky to have her as a mother.My mother, if she is alive, has probably forgotten about me, let alone knows I’m on a hospital bed right now.But with these two women around, I’m at ease and even grateful for life. Then Dad chooses to butcher the harmony in the space and walks in, seizing the happiness in my space once again.He advances into the room, hands in his jean pockets, seeming timid, like how I’d act back at home when he would sit across the living room, watching basketball all by himself.The moment he
CADENThe kiss didn’t go as I wanted, for we had talked through most of it. Furthermore, we ended up getting interrupted by the creaking sound of the door.Dear Lord!When the fucking door finally opens, it reveals a funny-looking doctor and a weird-haired woman, presumably the sidekick, both gaping at me.God, I hate hospitals. The fact that I manage my quarterly STD tests by sending samples to a laboratory from home should tell you enough. I’m not going to lie—I had my fair share of STDs at the start of my pussy comfort discovery phase. Since then, even with precautions, regular testing has become a habit, until recently. Now that I think about it, when last did I take that? Then again, it’s been only Mad, and that gives me a comfort I didn’t know I needed. Hell, I know I needed.“That position is indecent for your situation,” the doctor indicated, his eyes shifting between Mad and me.What? She’s just lying next to me.Is he saying he prefers the doggy position?“I missed her so mu
MADISONTwenty-four hours, Mom had said.I’ve been through nightmares, but honestly, nothing compares to the tormenting twenty-one hours that came after, because those were the longest and toughest hours I’ve ever lived.Not that anything eventful happened though; after all, all the catastrophe I had been worried about had resulted in this moment.For instance, Caden getting shot, Dad and Kane in the same building, society devouring the news of my love life.Each situation had its itching weight. And for now, we are talking about crucial problems, because I thought for the sake of my mental health, I should push back the pressure of the minor problems. Even when it includes who shot Caden.Believe me, the temptation to solve that mystery and get THAT PERSON THE CORRECT JUSTICE THEY DESERVED is sitting in the front row of my chest, but I dare myself to focus on one thing only, which is Caden’s survival.So back when I said, “worse than a nightmare,” I meant, after those twenty-one hour







