Chapter 4
Madison Conner.
07:00 - Conner house. - USA - Washington.
"Wake the fuck up, I want to eat."
I jumped at my father's voice in the room and almost fell off the bed.
"I'm so hungry! I'm going to shower, and when I come out, I want food." He left my room, closing the door firmly behind him.
I put my hand over my heart because I was so scared I almost threw up.
I got out of bed and felt my legs shaking, I think it was because of the shock, why did he show up out of nowhere? I left my room in the same clothes as yesterday and trudged down the steps to the kitchen.
"Crap, I forgot to summarize yesterday's activities." I shook my head and felt my head start to hurt.
I opened the cupboards and pulled out a box of bread and put it on the counter, then went to the fridge and grabbed cheese and ham, that would be enough.
I had just finished loading up the sandwiches when he walked into the kitchen, towards the fridge, grabbed a beer and came towards me, I hurriedly took a few steps back, afraid he would hit me.
"I'd love to slap you again." He picked up the plate with his sandwich and walked into the living room.
I brushed my hair and walked back into the living room, ignoring him completely and going upstairs to my room.
I locked the door once I was in my room and walked to the bathroom, gasping in surprise when I saw the large purple bruise on my cheek from yesterday's slap.
"How can I hide this?" I asked myself in despair.
I remembered the makeup my neighbor had given me to hide my bruises because she didn't dare to turn in my father. I ran back to my room and went to my closet, rummaging through it for the makeup. I couldn't just go off to college, and I didn't want to stay in this house with him.
"I found it." I sighed in relief.
I took the opportunity to pick out my clothes, I mean, I didn't even have any. I picked out a pair of light blue jeans, a black shirt with long sleeves that came down to my wrists so it would be better, and a black tank top underneath. I put everything on the bed, put my underwear on the bed, then went back to the bathroom.
I took off my clothes and saw the bruises from the night before, my belly and thighs were purple, as were my ribs and back.
I wondered how I walked with so many bruises, maybe the desperation to get out of this house gave me strength, maybe that was it.
I got into the shower and turned on the faucet, feeling the water cold, I bit my lip and grabbed the soap and started to wash myself quickly, since it was colder and the water was freezing.
I was now using makeup to cover up the bruises on my face. I wasn't very good with these things, but I managed to cover up the purple color on my cheeks. I put the makeup on the sink, returned to my room, grabbed my backpack, and left the room with my hair down because I didn't like showing my throat.
I walked down the steps and saw that my father had already had a lot to drink.
"I'm going to college." I reminded him, afraid he'd pull some stunt.
He looked at me seriously and took a sip of his beer.
"Then get the fuck outta here!"
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed two slices of boxed bread with fear and trembling, and walked out the back door, swallowing two slices of bread hungrily, my stomach still unsatisfied.
"I'm sorry, I don't have the heart to go back for more." I whispered to my stomach." That's enough for today."
I have to get to school early, I still have to do my summaries and I want to keep the points.
08:25 - University - United States - Washington.
It took me half an hour to get there, at least I got there a little early, I don't even know what time it is. I caught my breath and walked towards the college, but stopped when I saw a very fancy car approaching the gates.
I wondered who that was. I had never seen a car like that before.
My mouth dropped open when I saw that it was Hayley and the man she kissed yesterday.
They really were so beautiful together, it was a match made in heaven. I had to say I'm jealous of them. I wish I had someone like that who loved and protected me from evil.
But I didn't dare to ruin someone else's life for my own happiness, my father would probably kill him because of me and I don't want that.
I shook my head to clear away these depressing thoughts and headed for the entrance. I needed to focus on my briefing because my life wouldn't change just because I thought about it.
"Madison. " I hurriedly stopped in my tracks as I was startled.
I turned my head only to see her walking towards me with a big smile.
"I'm glad to see you again. By the way, good morning. "
I appreciated her smile too much because she smiled even more. I made a noise in my throat and organized my backpack.
"Good morning. " I can't deny you a good morning.
"Let me introduce you." She pulled the man to her side.
"This is my husband, Dominic Maxwell. Darling, this is my friend Madison."
A friend? I told her I don't want any friends. Doesn't she understand?
"Nice to meet you, Madison." I swallowed at the sound of her voice.
Wow, his voice was very low, and I had to admit, my skin tingled.
I realized he'd extended his hand and decided to take it so he wouldn't be embarrassed.
"It's my pleasure." I replied in a low, awkward tone.
His grip tightened, "You have soft hands."
I pulled my hand back and tightened my backpack straps.
"I have to go, I have to do my recap from yesterday." I sounded a little aloof when I said that, but I don't know if it worked well.
"I'll go with you." She smiled and turned to her husband.
"Bye, honey." She kissed him, and I hurriedly turned my face away.
I was shocked to feel her wrap her arms around me.
"Shall we go?" I stared at her, not understanding what all the fuss was about.
She pulled me into the academy, and I tried to break her arm.
"Please let go of me."
We had just made it to the hallway when she stopped. "I have a confession to make."
I stared at her uncertainly.
"I'm not one to give up easily, and I like you, so I want to be your friend."
I pulled my arm out of her arms and sighed, I had to tell her firmly that I was doing this for her own good and that she didn't have to suffer because of me.
"Hayley, thank you for wanting to be my friend. But like I said, I'm not here to be friends, I'm here to graduate. So please, don't try to be my friend, because I don't want to be your friend either. I want you to stay away from me and only talk to me during an event."
I walked past her, and she was shocked by my words, but it was for the best for her and for me.
I didn't want to get attached to anyone. Haley seemed like a great friend, but unfortunately, I couldn't have your friendship or anyone else's.
No one should have to suffer because of me.
No one needed to suffer because of me.