Bully stepbrother

57. Phone call

MADISON

I turned around and tried to examine why he finds pleasure in watching me suffer.

I have nothing else to say. I always let him walk over me repeatedly, because I can't stop wanting what he would never give me.

Why am I stupid? Why am I like this?

I'm moving back to New York. I am freaking done with this place. He can have the major, the house, my whole fucking dream. I just need to be away from him for rehabilitation, because what the hell is wrong with me? 

I pushed past him and didn't wait for the elevator because I know I would get locked up with him, and right now, that's the last thing I want.

So I descended the staircase, practically taking two steps at a time while he called behind me.

"Wait!" He tried grabbing my arm on the lawn, but I yanked my hand. "Do not touch me."

"Mad?" He continued to tail behind me on the street.

Please, leave me alone.

"Maddie?" So now I'm Maddie! Great. He can start up another prank, what about this time, kill me. "Maddie... Please..."

Just almost to his vehicle, he clutched my arm, this time firmly, and stopped me from moving. "You will never believe me..."

I exhaled an unbelievable laugh; he must be insane.

After what I saw up there, he really would bring up trust into this?

It's just so sad how I believed him at the community health care center. I thought...

I guess I need to grow up and agree to the fact that Caden would never stop torturing me. That's what he was designated to do; he wouldn't change.

"You have a girl in your room... Avery... You probably had her the whole weekend." What hurts more was, he knows how I feel about Avery yet he uses her as a weapon to butcher me. "You choose that person to get to me." I spat, hitting his chest with my free hand. The anger was overwhelming, a surge of compiled rage from everything l'd been holding inside, all the frustration, all the things l'd wanted to do but never dared. My palm found his face, delivering several quick slaps he couldn't block in time. One side of his face flushed red almost instantly. This was what I had always wanted to do.

"What? no!" He exclaimed and then added something absurd. "I choose you over all of them."

So he could lie blatantly to my face? No, he needed to be beaten. I slapped him again, harder this time, fury driving me. He managed to grab my wrist after the second slap, but while his strength focused on restraining one hand, I freed the other and drove it into his stomach. He could be made of stone for all I cared-I was determined to punch through him today. He would feel the pain he had inflicted on me.

He let go and backed away, his eyes wide, almost pleading, but it was too late for that. I lunged at him, hitting him anywhere I could reach as he retreated, step by step.
Hopefully, there weren't any cops or nosy neighbors watching, because l'd definitely be locked up for domestic violence. The stupid system wouldn't even care about the pain he'd been causing me behind closed doors.

But you know what? I don't fucking care. Let them throw me behind bars if it comes to that. At least l'd get to beat his ass first. At least then, Dad and Mom would finally see the monster they had left me with.

"You are insane..." I shake my head at him and point over to our floor. Jumping and slapping him again until he snatch my hand again. "Avery is up there, and you can shamelessly tell me crap like that? Get your hand off me." I wiggled my arm, but his grasp was so steady. Then, he grabbed the other arm and made it impossible to break out.