MADISON

"Madison.. " Tyler said, pushing my door open. I had been sitting in here since we got home. I hadn't even let Collin in. I was afraid to.

"Yeah, Ty?" I said, looking up from how I was sitting, with my knees drawn up, my arms folded across them, and my head resting on my arms.

"I need to talk to you, about the walk home while Brady is slowly healing." He said moving slowly into my room and shutting my door quietly.

"Tyler... I don't want to talk about Brady. Or what Brady said. Nothings true that he heard anyways." I was about to tell Tyler some of the last things he would want to hear out of is little sister's mouth if i'm not careful.

"Madison, if somethings going on.. with you and someone whose NOT Collin... We need to talk about this."

"No. And if your going to push me to talk about it, get out." I said, nodding towards the door.

"Im Sorry. I'll stop." Tyler said. I hadnt heard Ty apologize in a long time.

"Thank you."

We sat in silence for some time before Tyler spoke up.

"Madison.. are you sure you cant press charges? Dad... I saw him on the way home today. He was driving by us, more than once. Madison, he slowed down once when he passed you, and I tought he was going to stop. I thought he was going..."

Tylers voice trailed off and I fell back on the bed when everything went black, and in about fifteen seconds, I saw something.

I felt my hands, scrubbing the dishes, the cold, cold water chapping my hands. I heard the door open and swing shut, loudly behind me.

"Madison, you little bitch!"

I spun around quickly to see my father standing just inside the kitchen

"Yes Master." I said, because thats what he insisted I call him.

"Why the hell isnt dinner done yet?"

I faintly heard Tylers voice filtering from reality..

"Im sorry master. I will get right on that, master."

"It should already be done!" He struck me across the cheek. I was 12 years old, and panicing.

I stood still as he landed the blow. Then he kicked at my knees. I collapsed at the strike. I didnt see it coming but my father had been smoking a cigar. He grabbed my hair and hauled me out of the floor. He kissed me and I forced the bile rising in my throat, back down and tried to struggle away.

"Madison, Pl..." I had heard Tyler crying through this fucked up dream. I could make it out alive

and i would.

"Tell me you love me!" My father had yelled. "Tell me you love me!"

"I would never tell you that! I fucking hate you! Let me go!" I screamed, hoping Tyler was awake. He was my only savior.

My father threw me up against he sink, and I felt dish water splash into my hair and all over my clothes. He kissed me again, but this time i had managed to push his face away from mine. That only made things worse.

He took a puff from the cigar i had noticed earlier. Then when the tobaco was still red at the end, he cought the neckline of the shirt I was wearing and pulled it down. He took the tip of the cigar and traced the letter D over my heart. leaving a searing burn mark.

I felt Tyler pulling me to him in reality and I snapped out of it. That attack had been less than two years ago. I shuddered and clung to my brother.

"Tyler. Im so scared." I gasped. I didnt know what to do. He looked so much like my dad.

"I know, honey. I know. " Tyler said.

"Tyler.. I cant see him. I cant sit in a court room with him."

"Im sorry."

"I dont know what to do.."

"Do you want some time alone to think about it?"

"Yeah..."

He stood up and walked to the door, turned around and said "Do you want Collin?"

I looked at him slowly and said "Ill find him if I want him."

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