Unfiltered (Chapter 68)

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Mads POV:

I wanted to die.

I mean literally curl up and dissolve into the couch until I was nothing but fabric fibers and shame.

Because everyone was standing there.

And I was still lying under West, hair wild, his hands still shoved under my hoodie.

I let out a noise I'd never made in my life. Somewhere between a shriek and a full-blown exorcism.

"GET OUT—GET OUT! OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT!"

Everyone panicked like roaches under a floodlight.

Lia yanked Cole back so fast he slammed into the wall with an "ow!"

Jake flung himself behind the kitchen bench. Em was standing next to him, so he pulled her by the arm down too.

Linda? Gone. She screamed "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything" as she backed into the hall.

My mum tried to pull my dad back who looked like he'd just walked in on a ritual sacrifice.

Gran Lizzy dropped the groceries she was holding and screamed, "SWEET MOTHER OF HELL!"

Aiden gagged dramatically, before Maya —bless her heart— yanked him my his shirt and shoved him behind the kitchen wall.

I bolted upright so fast West nearly fell off the couch. My hands were shaking like mad. "Your—your SHIRT!" I threw it at him like it was on fire.

He caught it mid-air, face still flushed, "They're hiding Mads. That's not exactly—"

"JUST. PUT. IT. ON."

I scrambled to fix my hair, tugging it into some bun like that would undo the last ten minutes of me grinding on him like a whore on heat.

I pulled the hoodie down, wiped my lips and wiped sat back beside him, and stared at the TV with dead eyes.

We both sat there, side by side.

Then Jake's dumb voice piped up from behind the bench.

"Can we come out now?"

I dropped my face into my hands, shaking with the urge to scream or cry or both. "I'm gonna jump off the roof."

West reached over, pulling my hands away and letting me bury my face in his chest. I didn't even care anymore.

If I had shame, it died along with my dignity the moment my entire bloodline walked in on us dry humping on the couch.

"Yeah. You can come out." West said, looking at me concerned.

Lia screamed first, "Oh my god. OH my god. I thought you were DYING! I told Em—EM, DIDN'T I TELL YOU—"

Em threw her hands into the hair, "Yes, you did! She was like, 'what if she's being held hostage?!'"

Being held hostage?

I looked up from Wests chest, eyes locking onto hers with confusion, "Who's getting held hostage?"

She blinked, "YOU!"

What the fuck.

Lia huffed, her hands on her waist, "WE GOT AN AUDIO NOTIFICATION THAT SOUNDED LIKE YOU WERE BEING MURDERED."

Suddenly my mum started yelling, "Madison Rose Monroe."

Oh no.

First and middle name? I was done for.

"I'm not even going to ask what you and Kaleb were doing—" thank god "—but what in God's green earth was that audio message?!" she said.

My dad cleared his throat, he looked pale, "Yea... and the motion detector."

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