80\u2013Broxter Lied To Me\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
80\u2013Baxter Lied To Me\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
It seems they\u2019ve redecorated the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course, everything had changed for them once I left, from the exterior to probably the interior as well.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stepped out of the car slowly. Baxter looked genuinely happy, especially now that his son was here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He lifted the kids out of the car, smiling as they danced around him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this place?\u201d Bodhi asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could reply, Baxter had already answered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is your mother\u2019s parents\u2018 house, which means this is your grandparents\u2018 house,\u201d he explained, crouching down and gently touching Bodhi\u2019s chin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rolled my eyes and looked away, feeling uneasy when the kids turned toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew they would start asking questions, and I didn\u2019t want them to grow too curious about these people.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once we were all settled, the door opened and Yuvonne appeared in a golden dress.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had clearly taken care of herself for the night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She looked beautiful, nothing like the unkempt Yuvonne I remembered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had always been known as the sticky\u2013fingered girl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wherever she went, people accused her of stealing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She rarely bathed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
TH\u00a0<\/p>\n
Growing up, she was a mess, and that only fueled my stepmother\u2019s hatred toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even when I was younger than Yuvonne and had nothing, no luxuries, no comfort, I still took care of myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The neighbors loved drama.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They would praise me for my looks and manners, slipping in little compliments that angered my stepmother even more, even as they mocked me for other things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I think they enjoyed watching her take her anger out on me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBaby!\u201d Yuvonne cheered, rushing forward and throwing her arms around Baxter\u2019s neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood aside, watching them interact.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter smiled briefly before his eyes met mine and his smile faded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gave her a polite pat on the back instead of returning the hug.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank\u00a0<\/p>\n
away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
you so much for this perfect night. Your warriors have done such a great job,\u201d Yuvonne said as she pulled\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t surprising. I knew Baxter was probably the reason their living conditions had improved, and that was fine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
80\u2013Baxter led to M\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
People do all kinds of things for the ones they love. I just didn\u2019t care much for my family anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe it was because when I left, I was so heartbroken that I prayed those who had wronged me would face their karma.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That\u2019s what I was taught as a child, that if I misbehaved, karma would come for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But somehow, karma forgot the way to their houses.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They seemed to thrive, especially Yuvonne.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you again. It seems if I had asked you for the moon, you would\u2019ve given me that too,\u201d she continued playfully, tapping Baxter\u2019s chest before turning toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But beneath her cheerful tone, she made sure I understood that this visit was her idea, that she had wanted me and the kids to come back and face the family.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My gaze shifted to Baxter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For people like them, coming back into my life only meant more stress and heartbreak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I forced a smile, swallowing hard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wouldn\u2019t let her see that she\u2019d defeated me again, or that Baxter had tricked me into coming here by saying he\u00a0<\/p>\n
wanted us to visit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the little angels are here!\u201d she exclaimed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as her attention turned to my kids, my body tensed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She bent down and wrapped her arms around all three of them, hugging them tightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood frozen, waiting anxiously for her to let go.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the same time, I looked at Baxter, my eyes filled with bitterness and accusation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I really hope he noticed it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, let\u2019s go, kids,\u201d Yuvonne called. The kids jumped up and down, following her inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to go quickly, but I waited a little for Baxter. As soon as he matched my pace, I let out a grunt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re such a scum,\u201d I told him. I\u00a0<\/p>\n
didn\u2019t give him the chance to explain, though I could see he was ready to throw some excuse my way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hurried after my kids into the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment I stepped inside, a wave of dread and nostalgia washed over me, pulling me back to the same Madeline who had once lived under this roof during the most vulnerable years of her life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, I had to steady myself and remind my mind that I was no longer that girl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was a woman who had worked hard and achieved much in her life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And just as I was trying to steady my breath, my father\u2019s arrival jolted me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned toward him as he stepped out of his room, wearing a gray suit, looking fresh, as if he had never shed a tear over casting his daughter out and mistreating her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
80\u2013Baxter Ded To Me\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as his eyes met mine, I noticed the look on his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course, he recognized me, unless he was so detached that once I left his sight, he completely erased me from his mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeline,\u201d he said, and a forced smile appeared on his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy, who is he?\u201d my kids asked, clinging to my legs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s eyes dropped to them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re your children?\u201d he asked quietly, only because Baxter stood beside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t tell if he was pretending to be kind or if he truly meant it this time. Either way, he looked exactly the\u00a0<\/p>\n
same.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, they are. Aren\u2019t they adorable?\u201d Baxter chimed in, since I couldn\u2019t bring myself to answer my\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are,\u201d my father replied as he crouched down to meet the kids..\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome here, kids. I\u2019m your grandpa,\u201d he said, opening his arms for them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
father.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once again, I pinched the space between my fingers, uneasy as I watched another one of these people get close to my children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And my kids, being innocent as ever, moved into his arms, hugging him tightly and bouncing up and down with excitement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, when I shot Baxter a sharp glance, he finally understood that my patience was running out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, kids, why don\u2019t I show you around the house,\u201d Baxter suggested, finally leading the kids away from me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, it was just me and my father, standing face to face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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