❛ we were too close to the stars,
i never knew somebody like you,
somebody. falling just as hard, i'd
rather lose somebody than use
somebody. ❜
꒰ 📼 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... ꒱ ↷🖇
madelyn jensen attempts to move
on with her life, but it ends...
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𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 . . . 𝖠𝖢𝖳 𝖮𝖭𝖤 season three, episode one 𝟢𝟢𝟢, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌
MADELYN JENSEN had sometimes imagined the way she would go. She once thought it would be at the hands of her own self, but now she thought differently. She thought it would be at the hands of Tyler Down's gun. She was almost positive it would have been by the gun that was in the backseat while she raced down the road with Clay in Tyler's car.
Police cruisers and sirens blazed past them, earning another jump in Maddie's heart at every sight of blue and red. Her palms were sweaty as she gripped the wheel, her knuckles turning white.
Focus on the road, she repeated in her head. Tyler's life is more important than you going to jail, right now. Everyone's life is.
Maddie pulls the car into an old warehouse Tony said to meet him at. He took off with Tyler and would try and calm him down. Maddie and Clay had to deal with everyone else seeing as Tyler texted Mackenzie, Cryus' sister, that he was going to shoot up the dance.
Maddie and Clay are slow to get out of the car, after seeing Tyler stumble back at the sight. He looked traumatized and it hurt Maddie's heart. She didn't even know what happened or why he got sudden deadly motivations. All she knew was that the blood would be on all of their hands now.
"Hey, Tyler. How you doing?" Clay asks as him, Maddie and Tony move to stand in front of Tyler. "Should we get you home?"
Tyler's face drains and he slowly looks at the ground. "Oh, my God. My parents..."
"Tyler..." Maddie mutters with a shaky breath. "What did you do?"
He doesn't answer. He remains silent. Maddie can only assume the worst but pushes it aside for now. "Okay, Tyler. We're gonna drive you home. We're gonna go inside with you. Whatever happens, it's gonna—" Tony pauses. "It's gonna be okay."
Tyler rode with Tony in his car and Maddie and Clay follow behind him. Maddie helps to boy to the front door and the four teens wait for him to walk inside. "I don't have my keys."
"Oh, right..." Clay digs through his pockets for Tyler's keys and pulls them out of his pocket, handing them over. "Here."
Tyler unlocks the door and pushes it open, high-tailing it for the kitchen while the three trail behind. His mom is quick to wrap her arms around her son, earning a relieved sigh from Maddie. At least they're alive.
She pulls away from the hug. "Oh! We were so worried." Her eyes catch on his bruised forehead. "What happened to your head?"
"He fell earlier." Clay says quickly.
Mrs. Down runs her hands over her head. "We got the text and then you weren't in your room. We didn't even know you had gone to the dance."
Maddie furrows her brows. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Down. There was a text?"
