Chapter 88
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88–Keeping Me Away From Madeline
Graham:
“You can stop pacing around the room now,” Kaylee complained after I hadn’t spoken a word to her and had been pacing for an hour straight.
“Are you worried because she went out with Baxter to his family dinner?” she continued.
I closed my eyes, my hands on my waist, trying to contain the anger rising inside me.
“I’m just asking because isn’t it odd that every time she’s with one of your friends, your mood sours? Is there something I should know? I hope you didn’t have a crush on her like she had a crush on you,” she went on.
The thing about Kaylee was that she didn’t know when to stop.
“Kaylee, you knew what you were getting into before marriage, didn’t you?” I finally snapped, reminding her of her own words, “What was it you said? Once someone gets married, they eventually surrender. Isn’t that what you told me when I said I didn’t want to marry you p>
I noticed the color drain from her face.
She looked furious, beyond angry. She threw the comforter off, got out of bed, and marched toward me.
The minute she reached me, she slapped me. My fist clenched, but I didn’t hit her back.
I never had.
“Why would you say that? Why would you say it after I asked if you have feelings for her? Is that an admission of guilt?” she demanded, grabbing my collar and shaking me for an answer.
“Kaylee, how many times do I have to tell you not to raise your hand on me?” I reminded her, my jaw tightening, my voice low and rough.
I think she noticed the veins on my arms tightening and the muscles in my neck stiffening.
She slowly released my collar, stepped back, and began to sniffle.
“I didn’t hit you because I hate you. Why do you always make it sound like I’m abusive toward you?” she whimpered.
I already knew what would happen next.
She’d cry, throw a scene, and then my father would come in, slap me across the face, and remind me I was a man, that I wasn’t supposed to complain about little things.
“Fine, you don’t need to do all that,” I hissed tiredly. “But I really want to know what’s wrong with you. She’s married, and it seems like she loves her husband. Why are you trying to rekindle a friendship that died a long time ago? Men or women, once they’re married, they don’t keep old friends hanging around. Their spouse becomes their friend,” she yelled and then took a deep breath.
“I am your friend! I’ve been your friend for five years. Haven’t I?” she asked, pointing at her chest. I turned my
face away.
“Fine, I said those things, but at the end of the day, you’re a man. You should have said no to the marriage, even when I didn’t. But you didn’t, and after that, we lived a happy life, until now. Until she came back.” She grunted, mentioning Madeline again.
1/3
Ba Keeping Me Away From Madeline
Every time she said her name, or anyone did, or even when I looked at her, I felt like a loser.
Like happiness was within my reach, yet I couldn’t have it. It stirred defiance in me.
“Come on, come to bed. We need to give your father an heir p>
Her voice changed as she started running her hand up and down my chest.
I instantly grabbed her wrist and shook my head.
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“I’m not in the mood, and I’m not a baby–making machine. You can’t just drag me into bed whenever you decide it’s time to have a baby,” I said before storming out of the room.
I walked straight to the couch in the living room and lay down.
The whole night, I tossed and turned until I heard a commotion outside.
I assumed Madeline and Baxter had returned, but Kaylee rushed out ahead of me to see what was happening.
She came back telling me that Madeline looked happy, laughing and talking with Baxter.
Then she taunted me, saying Madeline was probably closest to everyone but me, even though she once claimed to have a crush on me.
After that, I didn’t go talk to Madeline, partly because Kaylee was on high alert.
The next day arrived, and Kaylee was eerily sick.
She wouldn’t get out of bed, kept complaining about throwing up, and was coughing so much I thought she’d cough her organs out.
I figured that was probably why she was vomiting, the coughing itself was violent.
I didn’t even have time to check my phone before my father ordered me to take her to the hospital.
I knew my responsibilities and it’s not like Madeline was giving me any chance to do otherwise right now. So I took Kaylee to the hospital.
Once we arrived, the doctors told me she was completely fine.
One of them even said he had no idea why she was
with her lungs.
complaining about coughing when there was nothing wrong
It all seemed forced. That’s when I realized why I’d been sent there.
But there were too many people around, and every time I tried to walk away, Kaylee would throw a tantrum.
I didn’t want to cause any more trouble for Madeline but I had already seen the news.
“So that’s why you made me come here. What is Dad planning to do?” I asked, my fist clenching.
“Madeline has a wolf,” Kaylee hissed. “And your father said he’ll use it to make her tell everyone she wants to go back. That’s it p>
“No. Are you fucking insane? Kaylee, do you ever use your brain?” I snapped, stepping closer to her.
We were in the parking lot now, and she refused to get in the car.
“What did I do now?” she shot back.
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BERG We way from
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“Dad said he would make her leave because she has a wolf and that’s why you made me come here? So my friend will be gone?” I said slowly, emphasizing each word. She began to nod
“Did you ever think that if Father talks about her having a wolf, they won’t let her leave?” I demanded.
But she didn’t look like she understood what she’d done and that’s when I realized there was something more to this.
“Your father said he’ll go tell Madeline that he’s going to help her leave the human lands,” Kaylee spoke hastily, but only after he convinces everyone she doesn’t have a wolf p>
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