pr.
There was no way that it could be over.
It was just another speed bump in their relationship as usual.
Maddy and Nate would eventually be reunited and get back together. They would figure everything out and it would be happily ever after. It was healthy to take a break, right? The bruising on her neck was gone and he hadn't put on his hands on her since Tyler got locked up. All that was left was petty back-and-forth shit and giving each other the cold shoulder. But, no matter what Nate did or how utterly fucking psychotic he acted… she still loved him. Maddy might exhibit this tough, independent girl front, but she was Nate's willing prisoner. She acted like she didn't need him, but any time he was away, she'd be a mess. Her heard was cuffed to his. People just gave Nate shit because they didn't understand him. Not like Maddy did. As Maddy rolled herself a blunt with her favorite cherry wrap, she thought to herself, 'Yeah, he liked to mind fuck me – but at least he was in mine… and not anyone else's.'
As she sparked it up, she thought to herself, 'There is no way that I'd let Nate see me down at this New Years Eve party that I'm about to go to.' Maddy was going to straight-up mind fuck him back. She wanted to keep Nate wrapped around her perfect, slender, little finger. One has to realize, Maddy didn't know any other type of love outside Nate. Yeah, of course, people told her that she could do better. It was like an endless, repetitive cycle. She knew that. But, honestly what was better? Safe, secure and risk-free? Did people really expect her, Maddy Perez, to settle down with some spineless cookie-cutter? After all, even though Nate was a dick, he'd still fucking kill for her. That is exactly what Maddy wanted. Therefore, she had nothing to worry about.
It was just time to play cat and mouse again, that's all.
With that thought, Maddy laughed to herself as she was dressed in her favorite black dress for tonight. Inhale confidence, exhale anxiety – it's time to have some fun.