Madison looked at Sam and saw nothing but love and concern for her on his face. She knew it was time to tell him the truth.
"Sam I need to tell you something," said Madison as she started to stand up. She was not having this conversation sitting on a cold bathroom floor.
Madison walked out into the bedroom and sat down on the end of the bed. She didn't know where to begin. How do you tell your husband that you think you're being stalked? What if he thinks I'm crazy she wondered? She sat there in silence trying to find the words. She absentmindedly began to pick at a piece of lint on the bedspread.
"Maddy, I meant what I said. You can tell me anything," said Sam as he sat down next to her.
"It's probably nothing. I mean, I'm probably just being paranoid and making a big deal out of it when I shouldn't, but I there's this creepy guy who's kinda been following me," said Madison in a rush.
"What do you mean following you?" asked Sam.
"I think I'm being stalked," said Madison finally admitting how she really felt.
"What?" shouted Sam. Stalked, did his wife just say she was being stalked?
Madison could see Sam's whole demeanor instantly change. Where he was relaxed before, he was now tense with anger. This was exactly why she didn't want to tell him.
"Madison, why do you think you're being stalked?" The word stalked felt like acid on his tongue as it came out.
"I'm probably just being paranoid," said Madison as she started to tell Sam about Jeff Drake.
Madison told Sam everything from meeting the man at work, to running into him at the home store. She explained how she thought she was being followed several time over the past week and a half. Lastly she told Sam about seeing him outside the flower shop. Several times she had punctuated her story with words about being paranoid
Sam was silent the whole time Madison spoke, his hand tightly clutching a small, pink, chenille throw pillow. He was trying to wrap his mind around everything his wife just told him. There's some creep out there stalking her.
"The bruise on your arm. Did Jeff do that? Did he hurt you?" asked Sam as he dropped the pillow on the floor so he wouldn't rip it in half. If this guy hurt his wife, Sam was going to hunt him down and make him pay.
"I really did trip as I was trying to get away from him and he grabbed my arm. He wouldn't let go until I said he was hurting me," said Madison wincing slightly as she remembered how hard he gripped her arm.
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" asked Sam.
"Because you have been so happy lately. I didn't want to spoil it," she replied.
"Maddy you are my happiness. If something is going on with you I need to know about," said Sam.
"I just don't want you to think I'm being paranoid." There was that word again.
"Madison you keep saying that. Do you really think that you're being paranoid?" asked Sam. Everything she had just told him didn't make him think she was.
"I guess was I hoping that's all it was. I wish could just chalk it up to being paranoid, but I don't think I can. Why is this happening to me again?" said Madison her voice waving slightly.
Sam knew she was referring to what she went through with Kurt. Not long after Sam decided to stay with Madison, she opened up to him about what Kurt had put her through while they dated. It had taken Madison a lot of courage and what she thought was a mugging to dump the bastard. If Kurt hadn't already been dead, Sam would have beat the crap out of him.
"Come here," said Sam as he wrapped his arms around Madison and held her tight.
Madison immediately felt safer in Sam's arms and she relaxed into his embrace. Telling Sam the truth was like a huge weight being lifted off of her shoulders. She realized she should have told her husband sooner. After several minutes, she started to pull away from Sam.
'We better hurry up and finish getting ready or we'll be late for Sid's dinner," said Madison as she stood up.
"We don't have to go." After what Madison told him Sam would understand if she didn't want to go.
"I want to. I know it means so much to Sid that we are there and I can't live my life hiding out," said Madison with resolve.
"Well tomorrow we're going the police," said Sam. He wasn't a big fan of the police, but he would do anything to keep his wife safe.
"Sam it took me forever to get a restraining order against Karl. The police will say their hands are tied until Jeff actually does something to me," said Madison.
"He hurt your arm," said Sam, lightly tracing the bruise on her arm with his index finger. It had already begun to fade away.
"There won't be any bruise there tomorrow to show them," said Madison with a sigh.
"So what, we wait until he comes after you again?" growled Sam.
No way in hell was Sam going to wait until this bastard attacked his wife to do something. He was going put a stop to this before Madison got hurt again.
"Well I'm not going to sit around and do nothing. I'll get Dean to track down this guy and then I have to go have a little chat with him," said Sam. He would make sure this Jeff guy never came near Madison again.
Madison quickly got dressed in a lovely cream colored blouse with a pair of black slacks. She wore her hair down. Unless it was really hot out, she wore her hair down to cover the bite scar on the back of the her neck. Sam wore his good suit with a red striped tie that Madison had bought him.
"You look so handsome in your suit," said Madison with smile. Tonight she was going to try and put the whole Jeff thing out of her mind and focus on having a good time.
"You look amazing as always," said Sam as he leaned in to kiss his wife.
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Sam and Madison arrived right on time and met Dean at the front door, as he was just about to ring the bell. Dean was dressed in a nice pair of black slacks, a white dress shirt and a tie. Sam was impressed. He knew his brother hated to wear a tie.
"Dean you're actually wearing a tie," said Sam with a laugh.
"What, did you think I would dress like a slob for Sid's dinner?" asked Dean pretending to be offended.
"Ignore him Dean. I think you look very nice," said Madison as she elbowed Sam in the side.
"Thank you Madison," replied Dean.
Just then the Sid opened the front door and invited them in. There was a delicious aroma in the air. Dean's mouth started watering. He loved a good home cooked meal. Sid showed them into the living room and invited them to have appetizers. There was a veggie platter and a plate with mini quiches.
"Lindsay's in the kitchen checking on the rot roast. I'll go let her know you're here," said Sid.
Pot roast, thank god thought Dean. He was afraid that they were going to be having some froo froo French food.
"Sid, should the guest of honor be the one cooking?" asked Dean with a laugh.
"I'm the one cooking it. Lindsay's just making sure that it's like the one her mother used to make. After two years of French food, she's been dying to have some good old American pot roast," said Sid as he exited the room.
"A girl after my own heart," said Dean as he reached for a quiche.
Oh lord thought Sam. Dean had better not try to put the moves on Lindsay.
"Dean you're not going to hit on Sid's daughter?" said Sam with a slight glare. He respected Sid and didn't want his daughter to be a one night stand for his brother.
"Dude, calm down. I haven't even met her yet. She might not be my type," said Dean.
"Just remember, she's Sid's daughter, his only daughter," said Sam.
"Relax Sam. I am not going to try a hook up with Sid's daughter tonight." Dean did have more sense than that, didn't he?
"Dean, after dinner do you think you could come back to the apartment with us? There's something we need your help with," said Sam as he put his arm around his wife.
"Don't tell me your apartment is haunted. I think you should be able to take care of a little ghost own your own." Dean was laughing until he saw the look on Sam's face. This was something serious.
"Sam what is it?" asked Dean.
"We'll explain it all later," said Sam. He could feel Madison's body tense up next him on the sofa. Sam flashed back to the last time he sat on Sid's sofa. He had been holding Madison in his arms because she had been shot. He shuddered slightly at the unwelcome memory.
"Sure." Dean wondered what was going on, but he could tell Sam didn't want to discuss it any further, so he'd have to wait to find out.
More to Come
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