We Align

The truth

The truth

Jayden's POV

Madison was unbelievable. First, she breaks one of my rules. The number one rule. She knew how I would react.

Only Marq had permission to call me Will. William was too far.

Plus Madison made my mum cry. That's something that simply cannot be forgiven.

I can't focus on anything because I'm so angry. Why does she have this effect on me? I'm not angry at her, I'm angry at myself. Mads made one simple mistake and I lashed out on her.

I'm angry at myself for being a twat. When I saw Beth in tears, I saw red. I threatened her. I don't treat people like that. Especially a girl. I like Madison a lot. Yet, right now I'm hurting her.

I tried to study, my mind kept wandering back to her.

It's been a week since I lashed at her. I didn't know what to do.

"Jayden come here," Beth yelled.

I walked out of my bedroom and entered the study, she wasn't there. "Where are you?" I belted into the air.

"My chamber." She replied. I rarely enter my mother's bedroom. It was like a whole other part of the house.

"Mum?" I questioned her as I entered her room.

She was pacing back and forth. She looked up and me and told me to sit. Mum had her hair in a bun that couldn't be a good thing. Beth only wears buns so she wouldn't play with her hair, out of nervousness.

"What's wrong," I spoke up.

"I need to tell you something... important. Remember what I told you about people?"

"To never judge unless you have all the information."

"Yes."

She continued to tell me a whole bunch of random things.

"Mum are you nervous?" I cut her off from her rambling.

"You can't blame Madison for what happened darling."

"What does anything have to do with her." Out of instinct, I became defensive.

"Blame me for keeping you in the dark. When you asked Madison what happened to me, she didn't reply because I made her promise not to tell you anything. I'm so sorry."

"You are scaring me," I whispered.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." She stepped towards me and held me in a short but comfortable embrace.

"Mum I think you should sit down."

"Jayden I am fine, you are the one who needs to sit down."

"For what?"

"For when you hear the truth."

"Truth? What truth?"

"About your father."

I was confused. What could she be hiding from me. And if it's about my dad it couldn't be that bad, she always told me he was a great guy. Then why was she so nervous. I thought to myself.

As my mum spoke she paced and it was triggering my ADHD, although I knew she couldn't help it. I just tried my best to pay attention to her.

This so-called truth took place when we still lived in Manchester. So I was 2 years old. My father was always trying to save people. I aspired to follow in his footsteps.

He would get up early just to go to work and save lives.

Then my mum talked about waiting. He never checked up on her. He had gotten himself drunk and driven home. He could've hurt innocent people. He could've killed himself. At least he was safe with no physical injuries.