Bus Stop||Zach Herron

60

*a few months later*

Madison's POV 

I wake up and get a shower. I get ready for my last day of court. Today a decision is made. A decision that will change the rest of my life. It will decide if I get to stay with my family or if I have to spend the rest of my life running and looking over my shoulder for the people who made my life a living hell for almost 4 years. Today decides if my daughter grows up with both of her parents finally happy together or if she just has her dad for the rest of her life. Today decides if Zach gets to spend the rest of his life as a single dad. Well at least until he moves on. 

I look in the mirror smoothing out my shirt. You got this Mads. I hear Zach's encouraging voice in my head. I smile at the thought of him. My best friend. We have been through a lot. We have been torn from each other so many times. Too many times for one lifetime. But we always end up finding our way back to each other. I'm grateful to have him in my life after everything. Ever since I met him, he got me through everything. Whether he was physically there or not, he got me through whatever. Especially those 4 years. Knowing he was here waiting for us to come home gave me hope. He wasn't so nice in the beginning but I understand why. We have had a long bumpy road. But I think the bumps are coming to an end. At least I hope so. Today decides that. 

I get a text from Zach that he is outside and I grab my stuff heading down. I get down to his car and get in. Off we go. He reaches over, grabbing my hand. "Mads it's going to be okay. They have enough evidence plus your testimony and everyone else's. They are going to go away for a very long time. I mean Kassidy already has her record from me. Jonathan tried to choke you in the police station. Theres way to much evidence for them to be let go" Zach says, glancing at me while he's driving. 

"I know but you know how my brain is. I'm going to worry about it no matter what Z." 

"Trust me I know. I know how you are but you have to look at the positive side of things. I don't want you having another anxiety attack. I can't see you go through that again" I know what he means. It was scary to have one. I have had a lot more since the night at his house. But every one of them since then has been worse and has resulted in my puking everything up I just ate. Then bawling my eyes out trying to calm down. But he stayed through it all. He held my hair back and helped me through all of them. 

"Trust me its more scary having one" I sigh and squeeze his hand, looking out the window. Hopefully this will end better then my mind thinks it will...