37\u2013Taking Back My Love\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham:\u00a0<\/p>\n
I snatched the pages out of Kaylee\u2019s hands, realizing how badly I was shaking with anger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought of her touching something that once belonged to Madeline filled me with rage. It drove me to the edge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd look at yourself! You\u2019re not even telling the truth. You\u2019re hiding it from me. You never told me that little piece of shit had a crush on you!\u201d she screamed, mentioning Madeline\u2019s name.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course she knew who Madeline was. Back when Madeline and I were friends, she often stayed with me or we spent time together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I\u2019d see Kaylee with her father. She always tried to befriend me, but we never connected.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I only had one best friend, and she meant the world to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you ever use those words for her again,\u201d I warned, pointing a finger at her face, my eyes wide.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel fire rushing through my body, as if my mind would explode at any moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get these pages from?\u201d I hissed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that point, she must have realized that the more she argued, the angrier I became, especially when she insulted Madeline.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me! Where did you get these pages from?\u201d I shouted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She jolted, stepping back to put distance between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYour\u2013your father gave them to me,\u201d she stammered, exposing him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stormed out of the room to confront my father. Kaylee rushed after me, trying to grab my arm, but I pulled away and kept walking toward his room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I got there, I realized he wasn\u2019t home. Lucky for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned around to head back to my room, and Kaylee was still trailing behind me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on with you? Why are you acting like I\u2019ve killed you? This isn\u2019t a personal attack, I just want to know is Madeline back for you?\u201d she asked, following me with relentless questions.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d already heard it all in the last few minutes, from her asking if I still felt something for Madeline, to whether anything had ever happened between us, to suggesting that Madeline had come back for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t respond to any of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead, I grabbed my bag from the closet and started stuffing clothes into it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d she asked, her tone shifting from tears to concern.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t need to respond to you,\u201d I said bitterly, walking over to my desk to grab a few files.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do! You\u2019re responsible to respond to me. Graham, we\u2019re married, don\u2019t forget that!\u201d she shouted, rushing between me and the closet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She grabbed my collar, shaking me, though her effort barely moved me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared down at her, my eyes cold and steady. She must have noticed it because she gasped and tightened her grip on my collar.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not leaving,\u201d she demanded, a tear rolling down her cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hated seeing her cry, but it didn\u2019t change anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This house didn\u2019t feel like home anymore. There was somewhere else I needed to be, someone I needed to be with.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not leaving,\u201d I said calmly, forcing control into my tone. If I lost my temper, she\u2019d never move aside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where are you going?\u201d she asked, her voice breaking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m heading to a nearby town where a few reports came in,\u201d I lied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That wasn\u2019t where I was going. I was heading straight to the woman I wanted to be with more than anyone else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to start packing later, but this argument, it made me think leaving now might be a good idea,\u201d I uttered, thinking it would be enough of an excuse to get her off my back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! I don\u2019t think so. When two people fight, they should stay together and deal with it instead of running away. Distance only causes more differences,\u201d she argued, insisting that I stay.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s important for me to leave right now. If you don\u2019t want this matter to escalate, let me go.\u201d I clenched my jaw as I spoke, trying my best to sound convincing, like parting ways was the only reasonable choice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy? Are you that upset because I said her name with disrespect?\u201d she asked, hitting the nerve dead\u2013on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was upset. Madeline\u2019s diary pages had been compromised, and my father had used them to fill Kaylee\u2019s ears with poison against her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew I had hurt Madeline in the past, but deep down, I also knew she was innocent, too innocent and pure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Whatever had happened between us was our fault, all of ours. We got greedy, blind to the circumstances that left\u00a0<\/p>\n
her alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There were many reasons I\u2019d cut off communication with Madeline back then, but now I was free. I was an Alpha myself, and I could finally make my own decisions.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said, shaking my head. \u201cI\u2019m angry because Dad tried to put distance between you and me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, my words were nothing but a cunning attempt to ease her mind and get her to step aside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And just as I expected, her hands slipped from my collar, and her face began to soften.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you really care about our relationship and don\u2019t want this argument to escalate, you\u2019d let me go. You\u2019d let me calm down and cool off,\u201d I told her, watching her nod in agreement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thankfully, I managed to get her off my back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grabbed my bag, zipped it, and stormed out of the room. I knew exactly where I was going to see Madeline.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My first stop was a motel, where I planned to stay for the night because I desperately needed to rest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I drank, I immediately called someone Madeline.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For the first few attempts, I couldn\u2019t speak. My emotions were too heavy. When I finally did, she didn\u2019t seem to believe me and hung up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
It didn\u2019t change the fact that I was determined- determined to see her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I finished the last of my drink and went into the hotel room to rest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once the alcohol wore off, I planned to take back Madeline, the one I had to give up because of my father\u2019s manipulation in the past.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
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