All Chapters of Their Beautiful Madness: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AtticusIt's been another week since I visited Beatrice at the diner she works at.Seeing her that day had been both heaven and hell. Heaven because I finally had her in my arms again. Hell because I couldn't shake the image of how broken she looked. Her eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with exhaustion and hollow in a way that made my chest feel like it was being carved out. I could tell she hasn't been sleeping. She hasn't been eating either because I can see she's lost weight.I hate that my brother is the reason for this.I'll fix her. I'll make her whole again. I'll be good to her. She'll learn what it means to have someone that has her loyalty, her trust, her soul. I'll be the one she can lean on, the one she can depend on when the world tries to crush her.And Silas... fuck, I can even think about him without my blood boiling.He had her love, all of it, and he tossed it aside for something so simple. She gav

The place is small, cramped, and claustrophobic. The air is thick with cigarette smoke. Empty liquor bottles litter the counters, some on the floor. The walls, fuck, the paint is peeling in strips, stained with things I don't want to think about. Every surface looks sticky.This is what my doll comes home to? This dump?This mess, it isn't her. It isn't Beatrice. This disaster reflects more on her mother than anything else. It makes me want to burn the whole fucking place to the ground just so she never has to look at it again.I move down the narrow hallway, the walls closing in on me. There's only one door at the end worth opening.I curl my fingers around the handle and twist. It doesn't budge.It's locked.Why the fuck is she locking her door? Not from me, that much I know. She doesn't know that I'm here. No, she's locking it because she's trying to keep someone else out. Someone she doesn't trust.She's living behind a barri

He grins at me. "Anything for you, doll face." Then his grin fades. His expression hardens, eyes narrowing on me. "Why do you lock your bedroom door?""I... umm..." My throat constricts. "I don't trust the men my mom brings into the house, so I lock my door. I feel safer."Atticus's jaw flexes and I notice how hard he clutches his fork. "Smart girl.""I really didn't want you coming into my house and seeing... all that."That makes him stop eating altogether. He drops his fork with a clink against the plate and leans back. "I didn't know your mom was a drunk."Embarrassment scorches me. I rub my temple, wishing I could vanish into thin air. "She has been since I was little. It's embarrassing."Atticus doesn't let me wallow. He reaches across the table, his big, ink-covered hand closes around mine. His thumb traces my knuckles. His voice is soft but still firm, like he's hammering truth into me. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about.

Why didn't she tell me she went to the doctor? So what the fuck is wrong with her? My chest aches with frustration and worry but I swallow it down, nodding instead.I walk into my room. Her bag sits on top of my dresser. My fingers curl around the zipper, tugging it open, and I rummage through it. The first thing I find is Zofran. A little white bottle with her name printed on the label. Anti-nausea medication.But then something else catches my eye. It's another bottle, tucked down at the bottom, hidden beneath other things in the bag. I reach for it, twisting the bottle until the label faces me.Prenatal Vitamins.My stomach drops.Why the fuck would she need Prenatal Vitamins?I feel confusion but it's quickly followed by concern, dread, and an ugly twist of betrayal I don't want to feel but can't shake off. I shove the bottle back into her bag and march back into the bathroom with the Zofran in my hand. She's still slump

I lower her onto the bed. My hands itch to tear off her clothes. I peel them away, one piece at a time, like I'm unwrapping the only gift this fucked up world gave me. My lips follow every inch of skin I expose. Her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach. Marking her, worshipping her, taking my time even though I'm on the verge of snapping.She arches her back, fingers tangling in my hair, and whimpers, "Atticus, please. I need you."I rip at my own clothes, tossing them aside with no patience. My body hovers over hers, and for a second, I just look down at her. My doll, all flushed and trembling. My cock twitches, aching for her, and I don't want to waste another fucking second.I line myself up, the head sliding against her slick heat, and my chest caves in with how much I've missed this. I love her like this. Beneath me. Looking up at me with those wide eyes while I claim her, fill her, and own her in the only way I know how.For the first time in my god