When Madelaine was eleven years old, she spend her entire summer vacation at her uncles house. That's where she also found his porn collection. Her uncle, Cal, was obsessive. Her mom always said that's what Nate got it from. The more she snooped around, she quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident. It was an elaborate code, one to ensure that no one fucked with his shit. She watched them all and every video was basically the same. They'd drink, make small talk and then her uncle would fuck the shit out of some fucking whores.
Madelaine panicked when she heard footsteps. She quickly, cleaned everything up and put everything on the same position the way it used to be. Run to her room and hide under her blanket as she heard the door open. She hold her breath pretending that she would sleeping. "I wanna talk to you!" she hesitates a little before she removed the covers and looked at him. "You're a strong woman, Madelaine. I knew it from the moment you were born. You have an iron will, drive determination. I always admired that in you. Because some day, it will lead you to greatness." Cal, placed his hand on her cheek, caressing it softly. "But no one in this world will ever root for you. They'll see what I see and they'll despise you for it. Sometimes you'll know and sometimes you won't." Madelaine's heart was beating hard, she was sure that even he could feel it. She was afraid of him. "But the farther you go, the sharper their blade. Just don't ever give them an opening." He whispered the last part, as he got up and turned the lights off. Since this night, she never returned to visit him. Normally anyone would think a eleven year old girl would forget anything over the years but not Madelaine. What happen changed her. By twelve she had adopted a rigid diet and workout schedule. Within a year, her body fat dropped from 32% to 15%. She said goodbye to her old self.
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She joined the cherrios as a freshman and quickly excelled. By the year's end, she was not only the starting headcherrio, but also the captain of the team. She loved the crowds, the pats on the back, the cheers, the feeling of winning. But she hated being in the locker room. She hated how casual her team were about being naked, how they'd talk to her with their boobs hanging out. She made a concerted effort to maintain eye contact during these exchanges. Every now and then, she'd forget, and accidentally catch a glimpse of someones boobs.
Her uncle Cal, was a fuck up. She could tell her dad didn't liked him, didn't think he had guts or brains or half a fucking clue. Madelaine agreed. She didn't talk to her dad side of family that much, but they didn't need to. She didn't like her Aunt either. She was weak and a pushover. Plus, she didn't take care of herself. Madelaine made a long mental checklist of the things she liked and disliked about mens. She liked good fitting skinny and cutted slim jeans, but not the kind so big ones, where you can only see barley skin. She liked sneakers and boots but hated sandals. She liked Lace up and canvas shoes but hated chukkas. She liked good build mans and a good mist of aftershave. But there's nothing on planet earth he hated more than body hair. That's one of the first things she noticed about Karlson. He was basically Hairless. Karlson walked her home from school every day. It made her feel good to know that he was there to protect her. But she knew the world was full of woman who wanted him. Woman who would hang out the windows of their cars and scream obscenities at him. She didn't even like to think about it. She like to think about the things she'd do to protect him.
