120\u2013The Storm\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is true. That night, after speaking with you all, I went home and discovered that the doctor had already informed my family. Yuvonne had turned my parents against me, and they were beyond enraged. I\u2019m not putting all the blame on her, but she was among the people who started to abuse me. They even threatened to kill my baby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath to continue going.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHowever, somehow, I grew protective enough of my child to speak up for myself and for him. That was when I ran upstairs to my room,\u201d paused, noticing the way Baxter seemed to be struggling with the truth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened then?\u201d he asked, his hands clutched together, eyes on the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard the footsteps, but none of them tried to come inside,\u201d I stated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter briefly lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. He didn\u2019t seem like someone who doubted me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It looked as though he was feeling more than the truth, he was feeling my pain from that time, which gave me strength to keep going.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard my stepmother formulating a plan.\u201d I took deep, heavy breaths.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of plan?\u201d he forced out, closing his eyes and leaning back, waiting for the plan to be revealed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat when everybody would leave to sing Alpha Ron happy birthday, and the entire Omega neighborhood would be empty. They planned to push me down the stairs.\u201d I managed to say that much before my voice cracked, and his eyes shot open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true. They were going to push me downstairs to get rid of the child so that by the time the council arrived, there would be no baby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched him silently, his face frozen in shock.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the intensity of his gaze made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did\u2013how did you-\u201d He paused, rubbing his face with his hands. \u201cHow did you survive?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Compassion was all I could hear in his voice, but there was something else too, it was guilt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI snuck out the window,\u201d I said. \u201cThen I went straight to the docks where they were loading the trash.\u201d I mumbled, mentioning those who didn\u2019t have the wolf trash, including myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess I just fit in,\u201d I added that none of the warriors could detect the wolf on me, so they let me pass and board.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you tell me, what do you mean by we talked via texts?\u201d I asked him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe exchanged texts that night. After you left, I texted you. You read the messages. I basically just told you my plan.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At this point, he spoke softly, avoiding eye contact, staring outside at the storm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The wind was picking up, but more was happening inside than what the storm outside showed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t get it. You told me you didn\u2019t want the baby in front of everyone, so why did you text me? What game were you trying to play with me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
1911 to rate\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as I asked, he gave me his full attention, even making eye contact.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t playing any game with you,\u201d he snapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
+258\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you say anything in front of the others when I came to tell you about the pregnancy?\u201d I asked, my voice tinged with bitterness because I didn\u2019t want them to take him from me again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He rushed over his words until the last part, and my body tensed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean by \u2018again\u2018?\u201d I questioned, my lips curling slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was all we could speak of before it became too much.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, the door slammed open. Both of our heads snapped toward the arriving figure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham stormed in, eyes narrowed, face wrinkled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is going on here?\u201d he asked, looking at me, then at his friend, as if we had done something wrong by sitting here and talking without including him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t come to my room acting like you have any authority to question me, Graham,\u201d Baxter hissed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I guessed all the anger from finding out the truth was bound to come out somehow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even for me, just looking at Graham made me angrier. I rose from my seat to face him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell him? Did you complain to him?\u201d Graham asked, briskly stepping toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I raised my palm to stop him in his tracks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if I did, do you think you have the right to ask me not to?\u201d I muttered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham turned to look at Baxter instead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what is that?\u201d Graham instantly reached for Baxter\u2019s phone, aiming for the open text conversation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I guessed he had only caught a glimpse of it before Baxter snatched it back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter, however, despite wanting to argue with Graham about coming here or anything else, still seemed in pain from discovering the truth and from knowing I had made it clear I wasn\u2019t the one who texted him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The texts, though, were still repeating in my head. They were horrible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The things said under my name by someone else were just horrible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou guys are sitting here talking about the past. Why?\u201d Graham complained. \u201cDid you come here to complain to him and he told you he wants you to?\u201d His ignorance shocked me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You\u2019re the only one who started it. And the fact that you still have the nerve to come here, stand in front of me, and question me just makes me wonder if I ever really knew you at all,\u201d I muttered, watching him slowly realize how much less likable he had made himself with his earlier stunt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, I see what is going on. You are only seeing my aggression, and you\u2019re unwilling to see the love I have for you. Because if you had seen my love, you wouldn\u2019t be getting angry with me,\u201d he complained, focusing on my reaction instead of how much he had disappointed me with his threats.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWait. You cannot just come to her and tell her to divorce her husband and marry you when she doesn\u2019t want to and you already have a wife.\u201d Finally, Baxter shook out of the trance and took a firm stand for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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