Ricky dillon's sister

chap22

Madi's pov

Unedited
Half filler chapter half not

I pull on my red long sleeve and black shorts. I showered last night so I should be good today.

I really don't want to go with Kian today. He says he wants to help, but people say a lot of things. Why the hell shouldI believe him? I mean, Ricky said he loved me-- and we all saw how that turned out. But at the same time what if Kian is different? What if he actually cares? But what if I'm just tricking myself. This only ends one way; me getting hurt.

I grab my tooth brush, careful not to look in the mirror. Best not look at the monster till I'm ready to mask it.

When I reach for the tooth past I'm surprised to see Ricky knew the kind of toothpaste I use. Crest 3D. It has to be a coincidence though. No way in hell he took the time-- or remembered for that matter, for my toothpaste. I mean if you really think about it, its a little creppy. But hey, I'm use to creepy.

I spit and wash my face off. I still can't believe they put this much time and effort into a temporary bedroom.

I sit at the vanity and slowly look up, ashamed at what I know I will see.

Dull brown eyes to match dull brown hair. Shitty completion. Oddly shaped nose, too square jaw line. All around, I looked like a monster. A tall, dead, sad, monster.

I know no amount of make-up will truly fix all this but one can try.

A little foundation and concealer here, some mascara there. I almost look human. Not quite, but I'll take it for today.

I grab my phone off the charger and check the weather. Might as well know how much I'll sweltering in this drought filled, never ending summer that is California.

91

Jesus. For a Californian that's winter, but for my neck of the woods that's literally hot as hell. I really don't want to have to put make-up on semi fresh cuts and bracelets slip to easy, so I guess I'll settle for the windows all the way down.

I slip on my vans and walk out my door. Hopefully he won't make me eat. If so we'll never end up leaving. Should I even go with him today? I could just as easily slip through my window and have my own get-high-off-my-ass-and-not-give-a-fuck day. That would be nice. And what are the guys gonna do? Ground me? Let's see how that works.

For some reason, as amazing as that sounds, my feet keep walking forward. And I don't fight it. I let them take me down the hall, down the stairs, and to the right. Into the living room.

I don't hear screaching yet so I know he must still be getting ready. I wonder what I've missed since I've been gone. Or how Violet has been. I should probably text her and Amanda.

I wonder if Amanda has even noticed that I'm gone. I hope so. I'll just text Violet tonight and Skype Amanda later.

"Mads?" I hear softly behind me. That's new. Since when has Kian not screamed?

I turn around and see him stuffing his Sasquatch feet into his black converse. " Ready to go?" Kian trying to put on his shoe is like watching a child walk for the first time. A lot of jumping and wall hugging. You almost want to run over and help him but you know you need to let the kid grow on his own.

He crams the last of his foot in then stands up straight-- his eyebrows still raised in question.

Did he forget about breakfast? Dear God I hope he did.

We step out the door and into his white SUV.

I want to ask him where we're going but one of Alec's old rules stick in my head.

1) Don't speak unless I tell you to, or we're in public. Then your ass acts like I'm your best friend.

Maybe he won't care? He has been kind. But again you worthless shit, what if that's all just a act? He just needs to gain your trust-- then he can do whatever the hell he wants. But if I ask will that show him I'm not a pushover? Or just a whinny bitch that needs to be punished?

" Where are we going?" My voice comes out weaker then I had hoped. I silently curse myself out for sounding so pathic. Its to late to ask again. It was just loud enough for him to hear, but just quite enough to sound weak.

I don't dare to look directly at his face but from a side glance I can see a small smile form on his lips. Alrighty?

" Well first, we're gonna grab so food." My heart sinks. "Because this not eating business isn't going to happen anymore, understand? We got you, and we're gonna help you get better."

I can't help but to laugh. 'We'? Who the hell is we? Ricky? The asshat the doesn't care? Or the other boys that can't wait to get me out of the house. They may not say it like Ricky, but lets be real-- who wants me.

"Something funny?"

"N-no sir. S-sorry s-sir." Damn it! Stop stuttering you pathic piece of shit. You deserve everything Alec gave to you.

"Shit, Sunflower. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just don't want you hurting anymore.... and don't call me sir. I'm not much older then you."

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. " He smiles.

I did everything wrong.

"So where are we going?"

"Well Ms. Dillon. I am taking you on the special Kian Lawley L.A tour. Complete with Hollywood walk of fame. A illegal hike to the Hollywood sign. A few surprises YouTube helped hook me up with. And a bunch of shit I don't know if you'll care about! All for the low low price of one Madi smile sometime during the day!!!!!"

For some reason I can't help to smile. Something about the way he thinks he can help maybe? But whatever it is, it was real.. And it felt..... nice?

" NOOOO I DON'T HAVE MY VLOG CAMREA OUT YET." He screaches.

Surprisingly another smile forms on my lips. No matter how hard I can't stop it. "What is this anarchy?!" He wails once more.

Maybe. Just maybe today MIGHT be okay. Lets just pray the depression stays away.

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Yes its late and once again I'm so sorry. Things are shit but I'll try to update more frequently. I'm sorry again and I hope you enjoy.

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As it is
Panic! at the disco
All time low
Van Halen
Eagles
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