Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox
I sighed into my bowl of cereal, before pushing it away to stretch. All morning my backs been killing me. I shouldn't have worked out, but of course, I couldn't let Mateo suspect something. I don't even know why it even matters. I should be asking for help, mentioning that the pills are no longer working again. That I'm in agony, again. That I might have passed out a few times already from the pain.... No one saw. It was always at a convenient moment when I was alone. But here I am, being a little bitch about it and not finding the courage to own up. Standing to my feet, I laid my hand on the table to support myself, and leaned backward to pull the muscles in my lower back. Tortures shots of pain crippled my lungs to fine dusts, leaving me hissing from the pain.
Kill me, because I have like four meetings I need to sit through today.
And all I want to do is lay down on a flat surface and not move.
I needed a pill, or preferably eight. Gathering my strength, I went searching for it while I waited for Soph to drop off Jax this morning so we can head to work together. It's become a routine for us. I enjoyed it way too much. It was the only thing getting me out of bed these mornings, the idea that I'm going to see them. Now if I could just convince her to move in here. That'd be awesome. I've mentioned it a few times, but it's a working process for now. I've planted the thought in her head, and every once in a while, I'm sprinkling it with water. Hopefully, it'll spread roots soon, because I'm dying over here. I'm a delicate flower people, and I need Sophia's attention on me all the time, otherwise I'll wither away.
While I was still looking for the pills, my dad came strolling through the doorway. "I thought you were going to come over for breakfast?" He asked, going towards the counter, before taking my bowl of cereal for himself.
I sighed. Am I forgetting shit again? "I did? My bad."
"All good. Nice to have your mom to myself without you hooligans taking her attention."
I laughed, giving up my search. I'll just ask Sophia for a pill later if it gets worse. "I bet if I called mom right now and asked if she missed me, she'd say yes." I joked.
My dad rolled his eyes. "Well of course, she's your mom. She has to say that."
"And you're my dad, you suppose to say you missed me too."
With a mouthful of churros my dad grinned back. "You'd see right through my lie."
I can see right through this one too. He missed me. But my dad's way of showing love is through humor. Through jokes and teasing. It's how he's always been. You can count on him to give you a good laugh before diving into the important aspects. Even now, I'm smiling while at the same time wondering how to form the words to ask for help, to tell him I'm barely breathing through the physical pain crushing my body. I know he sees it, the way I'm breathing heavier, and something about his amity encourages me to tell him. How can he not see it? My dad has an eye for these things, catching small details most miss. I swear the superpower comes from the discolored eyes. The ones that are pinned on me, analyzing me in the most unorthodox way. "What's up with you?" He dwelled, slowly setting the bowl down.
