Little stump

CHAPTER 5

       "What are you doing here?" My tone wasn't friendly. The person in front of me didn't deserve my friendliness. I scowled as he tried to come in, raising my palm to stop him in his tracks.

     "You're not welcome in this house, and how'd you know I was living here anyway". My tone was still very full of distaste, he was not someone I was happy to see.

     Monty raised his phone to my view, pointing to the 'find my' app on his screen. "Our phones are connected, I traced you here" he answered. My eyes narrowed, I should've deleted him from my phone. I had cut him off completely, but I'd left a loose thread.

     A loose thread that had become a huge mistake. I never wanted to see Monty again, and that loose thread had become the main reason I now had to. Why was he so adamant on coming back into my life, I'd made it clear that he was dead to me, but he was still so stubborn and believed he deserved a second chance, now he had followed me all the way from Scotland, back to America.

     "Monty, I don't want you here. I don't want you anywhere around me. I hate you!!!" I screeched, I was not going to be polite, he deserved every ounce of disrespect I directed at him.

     Monty's face fell, his eyes twisted in what I once used to misunderstand as pain, I wasn't that naive anymore though. People like him didn't feel pain, they only knew how to inflict it. I was not going to fall for his emotional blackmailing anymore.

     "Maddy, please just lis........."

    "No, I don't want to listen to anything you have to say, I'm not falling for your lies anymore." My hands reached out and pushed him in the chest. I began to violently push him out of my porch. He didn't deserve to stand anywhere near my property, he didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as me. I was not going to let him pollute my house with his presence.

      I continued to aggressively chase him away from my house as he tried to explain himself. I wasn't going to listen though, I was done. When we reached the end of my front yard and he was on the street, I turned back to go into my house.

     Monty ran back and grabbed me by my arm, which I snatched violently from him. "Don't you dare touch me!!!" I was being way harsh, but he and I both knew he deserved it.

     "Maddy, please, just wait. I just want to talk" he begged, I almost laughed at his request. I remembered all the times I'd begged him to talk to me, to even communicate with me a little bit, all to no avail. Maybe he'd finally know what it felt like.

     "Leave my property, Monty, or I'll call the police". I said, turning around immediately and not looking back once. He must've known I was being serious, because he didn't try to follow me back. He, however, stood in the street and shouted.

"I'm not letting you go, Maddy. I'll be back, I promise". He stormed off immediately after those words, getting into a Toyota in front of the house and driving off. I turned back around and walked to the house.

Immediately I walked in, the thoughts of all my problems overwhelmed me at once and I slid down the door as a horrible sobbing mess. I was feeling a lot of emotions, embarrassment and heartbreak from my earlier situation with little stump, fear, guilt and anger from my father's stubbornness and severe frustration from Monty's sudden appearance. It was all too much, it hadn't even been up to 24 hours that I was back, and I'd managed to create a mountain of problems. I sat in front of the door and cried, cried away all the pain, all the anger and all the frustration. None of it was depleting, though. In fact, they seemed to be multiplying. I brought my hands to my face and continued to sob gently.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps from the staircase and looked up to see mom approaching. She was in her pyjamas and her hair was packed in a bun. She looked like she had gone to sleep and had just woken up.

"Madeline, is something wrong?" She asked as she came down the stairs, her expression changing to an alarmed one as she saw my position on the floor. She immediately rushed to my side.

"Dad's coming here" I told her, she didn't need to hear about my other problems, only the one that concerned her.

Her expression didn't change, although there was that look of fear she always had whenever my father was discussed. "I know" she said, sitting beside me by the door. "He left me a lot of angry messages" she continued, sighing as she hit the back of her head against the wall behind her.

I looked towards her, very aware I had a terrified expression, father was someone that scared me greatly, I wasn't even going to try to hide my fear, I was sure I would fail. "What are we gonna do, mom?" I asked her, I could feel the tears coming again.

She sighed. "I don't know, sweetheart." Her hand came to grasp mine on my lap. It was a nice gesture, one I'd missed greatly. "But all I know is that I'm not losing you again" she looked directly into my eyes as the words came out, and I tried to find, but I couldn't see any trace of a lie in her eyes. She meant what she was saying, she really did this time.

It was nice to know I had my mom back, my real mom, not the alcoholic my father had divorced right before he snatched me from her. Mom squeezed my hand tighter and smiled at me. "We'll fight him together, Madeline. He won't take you away this time". I felt the tears drop at that exact moment.

"Mom" I said before the sobs covered my voice, mom immediately engulfed me in a hug. "It's okay, my darling, I'm here, mom's here, she's not going anywhere" she whispered into my ear as she caressed my back.

She must've known I needed the assurance, the promise that she wouldn't leave me, not again, and especially not at a time like this. She was treating me like a child, but I deserved it. I had lacked motherly love for so long I basked in it now that it was given. Mom continued to gently rub my back, I closed my eyes and before I knew it I drifted off into a peaceful slumber, although it wasn't peaceful because it was plagued with nightmares of three males. One flirty, one controlling and one relentless. However, I didn't wake up.

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