Truth or Dare? [REWRITTEN]

¤Chapter 1¤

¤Chapter One¤

"Uh... earth to Madi" Brittney waves, snapping me out of my retrospective daze. I glare at her crystal blue eyes as I try to focus in on reality.

"Huh?" I ignore everyone watching me.

"Truth. Or. Dare?" Her voice comes out sharp and crisp.

I stare blankly at my feet. She knows I don't like this stupid game. A gust of wind blows fiercely, swinging my ponytail to the side as a pampered hand reaches out to gently squeeze mine. I don't have to look to know it's Amy. She also knows of the anxiety I get from playing this game, the others do too. They know of the pain I struggle to endure after hearing those two words together out loud.

Because of him.

"She's not going to play, Brittney," Amy responds in the same direct tone. "She just wants to watch"

"Bullshit" She snaps coldly.

I look up immediately. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me Madison." She snickers. "What will it be Ms. I-think-I'm-better-than-everyone —Truth or dare?"

I ground my teeth, trying to block out the darkness that threatens to take over again. It has been weeks since I last had a flashback and I'll be damned if I allow myself to suffer because of her. Right now, grabbing Brittney and throwing her into the cold ocean is more preferable than letting her get the best of me. It also sounds more fun.

"Madi, like I said earlier, you don't have to play" Owen shakes his head, glancing worriedly at my friends. I try to hold back a smile when I notice his hair is the only one not disheveled in this savage wind.

Yup, he definitely uses some type of gel.

"Bore-ing" Brittney yawned, undoubtedly trying to get under my skin even more.

"Dare" I say suddenly, glaring at her. I'll show her boring.

Aside from her shameless taunting, I need to prove to myself that bad things don't always happen when people play Truth or dare —when I play Truth or Dare. If I can't do that then everything that has happened up to the point is practically meaningless. How can I move forward if I'm always looking back?

Brittney smirks triumphantly and the fact that I just walked into a trap finally dawned on me. It's too late to back out now but still,

I should've known better.

««SIX MONTHS EARLIER»»

It's six a.m.

it's six a.m.

it's six a.m.

"Mmmh, make it stop" I slid my hand across the comforter in search of my phone. Something hit the ground with a thud.

Great.

It's six a.m.

"I get it!" I kicked the comforter off and grab the phone before the robotic voice can irritate me again.

This is why I hate Mondays.

Making my way through the hallway, I crossed the threshold to the bathroom and stare at my reflection while vigorously brushing my teeth. The vibrant red streaks strongly contrast with the rest of my black hair making me look somewhat intimidating. Good, I think to myself. Madi Fields will no longer be someone's bitch.

I'm a lone wolf.

Quickly, I shower and get dressed in my usual all black attire. Black boots, jeans and V neck Tee. I literally have five different pairs of black stretchy jeans. They're my lifeline. I brush my hair hastily knowing it's going to get messy again and head downstairs to greet my parents before I leave.

"Hey sweetheart" Dad looked up from his morning paper.

"Morning" I gave him a peck on the cheek before stealing a mini pancake off his plate and heading over towards Mom behind the sink.

"I'm surprised you managed to get up on time today" Mom said as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder in a side hug.

"It's because of my stupid alarm" I muttered through the food still in my mouth.

"That's never stopped you before," She laughed. "Are you okay? Do you need a checkup?"

"No, Dr. Fields" I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine"

"Hey, listen to your mother" Dad points at me in a faux serious tone. "She was nominated as Best Doctor by her patients at the hospital"

"Yeah and that's because her patients don't live with her" I shook my head before grabbing an Apple and slipping it in my backpack.

"What about you Greg," Mom joined him at the table. "You do a pretty good job protecting your clients as well"

A Doctor and a Bodyguard. It's one of those combinations that seems like it would never work but it's actually perfect. A pang of jealousy washed over me as I look at them staring lovingly into each other's eyes. I used to have that. Or at least I thought I did.

My parents are the only family I have. Sometimes I barley get to see them because Mom's on call 24/7 and Dad's clients can request he stays overnight at any time. Luckily, I'm not the type of teen to throw parties at the house when no one's home. The only thing abnormal about my family is, well, me. I'm the grey cloud amidst the white fluffy ones. It wasn't always like that but...it is now.

With a wave that they may or may not have seen, I turned on my heels and walk out.

"Hey baby" I cooed at my motorcycle. Its glossy black coat glistened in the sunlight as the garage door slid higher up. I sat on the comfy leather cushion; thankful it hasn't worn down yet. With haste I pull on my fingerless gloves, followed by my helmet, push the kickstand up with my feet and revved the engine a bit before riding out into the world.

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