Twelve

Madison sat crouched on the floor of her small motel room, her hands placed tightly over her ears in an attempt to block out the distant sounds of the hoarded paparazzi who still swarmed outside her room actually, asking for her reappearance.

Her hands pressed harder over her ears as she sobbed, the residue of tears at the back of her eyes falling down helplessly, she kept hoping for someone to come take her away from all of this misery.

She was already fed up with the series of unending challenges she had to face, but now it only worsened by the day.

She just wanted it all to end. She was tired of everything.

As she shut her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her face, she continued crying, pouring out her pain so seriously that she didn’t even hear the door of her room swing open, until a very familiar husky called out, “Madison!"

Alvarez…

She looked up seeing him barge in, panic and worry visible on his face, and quickly she scrambled up to her feet the moment she saw him.

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