MADISON
Taking another route
I’m about to burst into tears when I notice his car abruptly braking behind me.
A big lump grows in my throat and I almost feel I’m suffocating. It almost looks like a knight in shining armor, coming to succor his wounded damsel. But he hasn’t a white long-maned horse, but a shiny black Audi.
“What are you doing here?” I scream in my annoyance, even though my heart’s beating as if I weren’t. “You’ve decided you’re never going to believe what I say anyways, so leave me alone,” I answer placidly, looking at his face one last time. “I preferred not to remember anything. I’d rather not know what was happening in my life, it hurt a lot less that way”.
“Madison, I beg you, let me talk!”
“No! There’s no use, with you not believing a word of what I said, thi
