Madison Grey

Madison's POV

"What is your problem, Madison?"

I didn't speak. I'm just sitting on the sofa and facing my laptop. No wonder, any minute now he'll shut my laptop down.

"Were you even in a fight with Ty?" He said in the most irritated tone.

I rolled my eyes.

We're not in a fight! Why do people keep saying that?

"You gotta speak to me know, Madison, or else-"

"Or else what?" I cut him off along with explosively shutting down the laptop.

He chuckles bitterly, taken aback.

"Don't talk to me like that," he warned me, still in shock.

"What is happening to you, Madison?" Worried traces in his eyes together with the tone of his voice. "Were you really even this bad?"

I scoffed.

So they really think I'm bad?

Yeah, it hurts me. Does the truth really hurt?

I looked up to the ceiling to stop myself feeling teary. I need to be strong. 'Cause that's what they thought of me and I hate it when I need to act strong just because that's what other people expect me to be. Seems like I can't get hurt from anything when in fact, I felt too much already.

"I tried to be good." I admit.

"Then show it."

That made me feel hurt much more.

I should be more good because it wasn't enough. I should make them feel or see the good things I'd make because it wouldn't count if they didn't see it. That's it.

"I let Ty go even if I don't want it." My voice cracked, along with the tears escaping from my eyes. I followed it by my palm to wipe it.

I chuckled bitterly.

"I don't want him to go because he took care of me. He's worried about me. Even when we were so young, it was always him who spent time just to look for me. But I treat him as a stranger and that's the cruel thing I have done, Matt."

"Madison-"

We both startled when the door opened. I'm the one who's facing the door so I saw first who comes in.

It's Tyler.

No one of us speak.

"What's going on here?" Tyler asked as he noticed the tension in the air.

I turned my back and sniff a little, making sure no one will hear it.

Guess what...

"Did you cry?" He just asked. I slowly turned to them.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at the airport?" Matt intrude.

When will questions be answered tho.

From an innocent face, Ty turned into a serious one.

"I need to speak with Madison," he answered Matt but his eyes are on me. Straight to my eyes.

***

We're at the playground, swinging on. It is near the house. It was also the place where Ty and I first met.

"Speak up," he said.

"Aren't you the one who needs to speak up since you're the one who wants to talk with me?" I sarcastically asked him.

I wasn't looking at him, instead, to my feet that were playing the ground.

He still didn't urged to speak, so I did.

"Ok, fine." I face him. "Why did you leave that flight? Why do you want to speak with me? What is it that you want to speak with me?"

"I..." He looked around but his face was right in front of me. "I want you to be honest. Why don't you want me to leave?"

I chuckled and bowed my head for a second.

"Who on earth would want to be left by the people who're important to them?" I smiled humorless. I raised my brows, waiting for him to speak.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

I didn't answer. I was looking at him straight to eyes, enough ruse to show I wouldn't say anything.

"Okay," he whispered. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"I would tell you not to leave if I want to stop you," I said like it's the obvious answer. I'm trying to play with him by using his question to answer him.

"Madison, can you just please-"

He hadn't finished his sentence yet when I cupped his face and brought my face close to him.

I can feel his breath.

I can hear his heart throbbing so fast.

And so do I.

"Tell me, Madison," he whispered, looking from my eyes down to my lips. His hand was in the chain of the swing with the strong grip.

"Why need to tell when I can just make you feel it?"

I didn't move, instead he moved out himself from the swing and bent down in front of me, grasping me a kiss.

At the time he knew the answer was the time I also found the answer to my own question.

Catch real feelings.

Who would've thought I would end up in the situation I denied about?

Falling in love to someone I have no intentions of falling for.