The Letter Series (Three In One)

LTH-Prologue

Prologue

Madison's POV

I limp up the stairs, tears streaming down my face, my body numb. I push open the door hoping it would open, and luckily, it does. I walk in and close the door behind me. Leaning against the wooden barrier, I try to catch my breath.

I'm safe now. Safe inside my home, where I live with my husband and six month old daughter, Rosie. My body stiffens up when I hear a voice.

"Where were you?"

I let out a gasp of relief as I recognize Shawn's voice. After being with him for so long, I am able to recognize his voice anywhere and anytime. I look over to my right and see him sitting on the couch, Rosie in his arms. I feel the need to start crying again as I see this. Shawn taking care of Rosie right now allows me to know that if I ever die, or if anything happens to me anytime soon Shawn will be able to take full care of Rosie- other than changing diapers that is.

"I was-"

I stop myself. What am I meant to tell him? How am I meant to tell him? I stand there silently, tears brimming my eyes, as I don't know what to say. I look back at Shawn to see him walking towards me, leaving Rosie on her play mat, which was laid all over the lounge floor.

"Are you okay, Madison?"

When I don't answer, he asks again, and I drop my head in shame. He stretches out his arms, his hands relaxing on my shoulders. My body involuntarily leans into his, trying to seek some warmth. I have no idea on what to say or do. I am lost in my own home.

I feel my body shake as I remember what had happened a mere couple hours ago. I pull myself together and stand up straight, pulling myself away from my husband's warm body.

"I'll be back-"

My voice came out weird due to my dry throat. The second I complete my sentence, I turn around and run- away from my husband and daughter. I continue to run, up the stairs and down the hallway until I reach the study room.

I don't know why, but whenever I am upset or want to be alone, I come up to this study room, where I will be alone until I want to come out again. In the study, there's a large, full bookshelf, a study desk, some bean bags. All in all, it has a comforting aura.

I close the door after myself, making sure to lock it, I run over to the purple bean bag, and fall into it, my body sinking into it, comfortably. I sit there for a while, my thoughts racing.

I want to let it out, talk to someone about this, but I am scared, about how they will react and judge me afterwards. After pondering for sometime I finally realise a way I can let it out without actually telling anyone.

I can write letters.

I will write letters.

Letters To Him.