Mad Max Our Daily Bread Novels & Stories

"Madison, buying a microwave is unnecessary. Honey, you just got home today and spending your money on this pricey stuff is too much," Ruth exclaimed, horrified at their oldest spending the results of her hard work from her previous job. Madison beamed and said, "Mother, I couldn't stand it when my sisters ate cold bread in the

It hung off me like a second skin, soft and smelling unmistakably like him. The kitchen was flooded with light. The back door had been left slightly open, letting in a breeze that carried the distant sound of gulls crying. Curtains danced lazily in the wind. Max stood barefoot in front of the fridge, staring at its contents like they were a riddle. “We have eggs. Two peppers. Tomatoes. And a loaf of bread.” I stood at the sink, sipping water from a mug. “So we’ll be making bread and eggs.” He turned to me with an overly dramatic frown. “Are you mocking me?”

I should let it pass since I don't want to lose him as my friend. Or whatever the heck we are to each other. "Breakfast sounds nice!" I chirp and try to smile. "What do you usually have for breakfast?" Light returns to his face, and Maddox chuckles. "Um, let's see... A lot of eggs and other proteins. I usually spend every morning at the gym, but... It seems my alarm didn't go off in time." "You can head there after breakfast?" I helpfully suggest. "I don't want my stay to get in the way of your daily routine."

Wrote: _Day 38. Mother’s Day Picnic. We did a crowd. We did school. We did ‘us’ out loud._ _June 2nd: 25 days. We tell the court. Then we live._ _3 AM means always._ _—Mama_ _Silence. 7:04 PM._ Adrian read it. Over my shoulder. 70 BPM. “Then we live,” Adrian repeated. Quiet. Fact. Promise. “I like that part.”

"Madison, stop working for a moment and come over." Madison came out of the kitchen. She shyly glanced at Maxwell before bowing her head. "I made this, Mr. Lance." Maxwell nodded. The taste was indeed different from Martha's usual cooking. Both Camila and Madison expected Maxwell to praise the dish. However, Maxwell asked, "You… Your name is Madison, right? Could you pack some of this porridge? I'll take it to Jennifer." Madison froze bitterly. This proud man was so considerate and attentive to Jennifer. Madison felt envious. But she still turned around and packed the breakfast for Jennifer as Maxwell had instructed.

Madison gave a polite smile and nodded. "Oh, I see. Well, I just wanted to say hi. And I brought you this.” Gina added, stretching her hand out to place the plastic bag that contained a loaf of bread to Madison. On a regular day, the scent of freshly baked bread would have tingled Madison's nose and even put her in a good mood, but today she was too distracted to feel giddy. "Thank you so much.” She muttered, a polite smile on her face as she took the bread from her.

I looked at her with a confused expression. “Who’s Brx?” I asked. His brows furrowed. It dawned on me when I realized who he is talking about. “Oh, that guy.” I said. Dad nodded and continued what he’s doing. After eating, I excused myself and walked back to my room. I received Drake’s message about what time are we attending a mass and where. He told me that he’ll pick me up too so I won’t have to worry.

After receiving the video, I forwarded it to Ettore with a note, "The truth you want to know is all here. Don't keep being the fool in the dark." Ettore was in his apartment, flipping through old photos, when he received the video. In the photos, he and I were nestled beside Mom, smiling brightly. When he saw what Sofia did in the video, his whole body trembled, and a wave of anger and regret washed over him. He remembered the days locked in the basement as a child, when I gave him my only piece of bread and went hungry for three days. He recalled the time Mom passed away, and I held him, crying and promising I would always protect him.

I open the pantry and am blessed with the sight of several cans of various foods. I open the drawer, find a tin opener and open a can of baked beans. I eat them cold from the tin as I walk through the house. I’m uncomfortable being here. If they come looking for me I’m fucked. I walk to the front door and look at the broken glass in the window. the rain is still pouring heavily outside. God, I’m such an idiot. Why would I smash the window next to the front door? It’s a dead giveaway that I’m here.

"Oh God, what did I do?" Jake chuckles, shaking his head as he puts his hand on my shoulder and places a plate of toast in front of me. "Here, babe, get that down you. You'll probably feel better with some food inside you, We've got a busy day today, and you guys have got the whole weekend off." Madog lets out a cheer…as he says. "Whooo hoooo party party party." "Fuck sake Madog do you have to be so loud," I grumble as I hold my aching head.