After one of her friend's deaths, Madelyn Hayes will be faced with multiples challenges both in her personnal life and professional. How will she balance her professional life from her personnal one? Is she capable of facing the upcoming the trials...
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SEASON 6 EPISODE 2 & 3
"Ugh, you're useless!"
Ten days. I still haven't gone home. I currently am at a local motel ignoring my phone which lights up every five minutes due to the multiple calls I'm receiving all day. I didn't tell anyone about my whereabouts, I only sent a text to my mom to tell her I am alive and well. She probably told everyone, my phone lights up again and it's Christina this time, for a reason I don't know. George is probably possessing me because I answer. "Hello?" I question, I hear her gasp.
"Mer, she answered." Christina says, I hear shuffling before Meredith's voice whispers, "Put it on speaker." Great, I got the twisted sisters to unite against me, they've been taking turns all day calling me, they even tried calling with other cellphones but I'm too smart to fall for that.
"I am fine. I am enjoying my ice cream and having the fun of my life grieving. Grief. Such a funny word, except it's not. Bye." I hung up, leaving them no time to react. I felt bad about worrying them by not answering their myriad of texts and calls. They are my family now. I shouldn't avoid them, I know it's wrong, I just can't help it. Everytime something bad happens I shut myself out and when I'm ready I go back to my life unfazed by the events I buried in my past...on the surface only though. I have to go home eventually, just not yet. I'm not ready.
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Fifteen days. I am in front of Meredith's house aka every stray kid's house. I sigh, I just hope everyone is asleep. It's late, I probably would've stayed at the motel if I wasn't out of cash. Meredith will definitely scold me but I just have to deal with the consequences of my actions. It's not like she loves me any less, maybe she loves me less? I wouldn't blame her, I am not easy to love.
I stare at the doorknob, the tension in my body only increasing, I push the keys inside the door and open it. I grab the small gym bag I bought to store the clothes I bought during my improvised vacation. I enter, relieved that only one pair of shoes is visible. They're Alex's, the only person who's reaction I don't fear. I set my keys in the bowl made for it and start undressing before footsteps resonate in the corridor.
"Mer, we're out of milk," Alex speaks, stepping out of the kitchen only to be met with me. I wave and smile awkwardly standing there, he only stares. I could hear my heartbeat accelerate and my palms become sweaty. Okay, I should fear his reaction.
"I'm back," I break the silence. "Happy?" I give him a warm smile and he doesn't speak, he simply rushes to my side to hug me. I hug him back and take in his smell, ew, he stinks. My muscles relax under his touch and my heartbeat slows down allowing me to loosen up, comforted by the familiar set of arms wrapping me. I've missed him. "Missed you too, buddy," I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder.
