Broken

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

--------(Maddie's pov)--------

I can still hear them screaming at each other, in my head, my mom and dad that is. My mom left us a month ago and my dad has already moved on.

"Don't you think you and Amy are moving a little fast!" I screamed and questioned.

"I think it's good for us Mads" My dad replied.

Everyone called me Maddie but my dad insists on calling me Mads for some reason.

"You know I don'don't like it when you call me Mads, it'it's Maddie. M-a-d-d-i-e. There is no s in it anywhere," I answered angrily.

"looks Mads," my dad said stressing the nickname, "I am calling you Mads whether you like it or not and I am marrying Amy whether you like it or not. You need a mother figure around especially when I'm out of town on buissness. also, can't you try and call her mom? you might like it," He said.

"But mom only left a month ago. also, I will never call her mom, She will Never Ever be my mom," I said storming out of the kitchen where I had been sitting with my dad. I wouldn't be surprised with Amy heard, after all they did already move in. I stormed off to my room sat on my bed and cried into my pillow. I'm pretty sure Don guessed something was up because he came in to try and comfort me.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked in his soothing voice.

He had come sit next to me. I shuffled so I was crying into his shoulder and he was holding me.

"It's just.... my dad...." I said between sobs, "I mean... I love you guys and all... but.... I'm just not ready yet.... he... doesn't understand....or care...."

I kept sobbing into my soon to be step brothers shoulder. The wedding is in 1 week. It's all too fast. my phone vibrated but I ignored it. I guessed it was just Nick trying to check on me. I could tell Don peeked over at it because after 5 minutes he said, "Who is Nick?"

"umm... just a.... ummm.... friend...." I said. I was tired of crying.

"Was he the guy at the mall? It didn't seem like you guys were friends," Don answered.

"It...it's complicated," I said.

We just sat there talking like that until I felt better. Don knew how to make me laugh. we eventually ended up falling asleep. We were both tired that we crashed where we were no time for Don to go back to his bedroom. Something tells me he will be a good older brother and I'm some how going to mess it up. everything I touch turns to loss, misery, and pity.