Remembering Katy Perry

Sixteen year old Maddie has lived a hard life. She also keeps a big secret. When she finds out the boy she met two years ago at a concert is Harry Styles, her life turns to chaos. She has to chose between her brutal, unforgiving past or the new, shining future with her love. It's an easy choice! At least it is until her past comes to haunt her future..


7. Late

Maddie's Pov

I walk out of the room with Kath beside me, feeling a bit anxious. I was supposed to meet Ryan at 10:30. He's not going to be happy. I feel Kath grab my arm and I look at her. She's got on a mile wide smile and starts to babble about meeting the boys. I decide not to let my foul mood ruin her near euphoria.

 "..and I think Harry likes you Maddie!" she says, squeezing my arm. We exit the arena and I see Ryan stand by his car with his fists clenched. My heart starts to beat a little faster because I know I'm in some serious trouble when I get home.

 "Do you?" I ask her, as we near Ryan.

"Uh, yeah! He tried to kiss you Maddie. If that's not a sign of him liking you, then I don't know what is." she finishes her sentence as we approach the car. 

I see that Ryan's madder than I originally thought. His pudgy face is deep red, and his white tank top is drenched in sweat. "Uhm, hop in the car Kath. I gotta talk to Ryan." she nods, understanding I'm in trouble, and gets in the back seat. 

I turn back to Ryan. "Your late." he hisses. I take a step back. "I know. I'm so sorry. I lost track of the time and I do-" I feel his rough hand grab my face and turn me towards him. "Your lucky you got a friend in the car. We will talk when we get home." he whispers through gritted teeth, inches away from my face. I feel a tear roll down my cheek and nod, to scared to speak. 

He lets go of my face and pushes me toward the back door of his car. I get in and buckle up, not daring to look at Kath in fear of breaking down. I gingerly rub my jaw line and cheek, trying to decide if there was going to be bruising or not. I feel Kath grab my empty hand and gently squeeze. I look at her, and see my pain reflected in her eyes. 

She knows everything Ryan does to me, but I beg her not to tell anybody. If she does, I'll end up in a foster home for two years and he'll end up in jail. Yeah, I hate the guy, but my mom used to love him. So did Michael, at least before he ran away. 

I think about my beautiful mother and brother the whole way home. How my mom knew how to fix everything. How to stop the fights between Ryan and Michael. How to calm Ryan down. How to mend a young girls heart after a break up or a bad crush. My mom was the most amazing woman on this earth. I remember the day she died like it was yesterday. 
We were on our way home from a mommy/daughter day at the spa. I was sitting in the front seat of her car, singing along to latest single, when the truck came at us. It hit the drivers side of the car, flipping us into on coming traffic. 

I remembering seeing a white mini van coming at us and hitting us. I must of blacked out for a few minutes after that, because the next thing I remember is hearing sirens and people yelling.

 I had looked over at the drivers seat and seen the tangled remains of my beautiful mother. Her body was crushed up against the arm rest and the back of her seat and she had no legs. They had been cut off by the windshield. The blood was everywhere. All over her, the car seat, the steering wheel, and me. 

I had screamed my moms named over and over again, waiting for her to tell me she was alright, we were alright. But she never did.

 I was pulled out of the car, kicking and screaming trying to help my mom, and was sedated. I woke up the next day in the hospital with a broken arm and collar bone. I asked my brother where mom was and I'll never forget the three words he said. "She's dead, Maddie."

Everything went down hill from there. Ryan started to drink and lose his temper more and Michael wouldn't put up with it. They fought all the time, usually about me. Michael thought he knew what was best for me, being my older brother, but Ryan disagreed. 

I started to remember the day my brother left and felt my stomach turn to knots. 

Ryan and Michael had gotten into a huge fight and I'm still not sure what it was about. I had my headphones in the whole time. Anyway, Ryan had been drinking that night and the fight turned physical. 

My brother had barged into my room with a bloody nose and a black eyes. I pulled out my headphones and asked what happened. He wiped his gushing nose on his white t-shirt and walked toward me. 

I had stood up to go get a rag and ice, but he stopped me. "I'm leaving Maddie. I'm going to live with my buddy down in Ohio. He won't hurt you like he has me. But listen, if he ever does, call me right away. I will be there as soon as I can be. I'm sorry baby sister." he had choked the last part out. 

I was to dumbfounded to speak, so I just kind of stood there. He gently cupped my face, and kissed my forehead. He left that night and I haven't seen or heard from him since. 
I feel a tear escape my eye, and quickly wipe it away. I see my house coming up and feel my heartbeat quicken. We had dropped Katherine off twenty minutes ago, and the drive from her house to mine seemed to fast.

I see a little white house with red shudders quickly come into view and I start to have difficulty breathing. I begin to clench and unclench my fists out of anxious energy. I know what's coming when we get home. 

We pull into the little, one car garage and Ryan shuts off the car. "Go sit in living room ." he commands, with out turning to face me. I wipe my sweaty palms on my shorts and open the car door. 

I try and slowly make my way through the cluttered garage in blackness  when I hear Ryan slam his fist on the dash board. "Hurry up!!" he screams at me and I thankfully find the door. 

I open it up and reach my hand to the spot on the wall where the light switch is and flick it on. The little yellow light illuminates the small hallway and I find myself walking the path I have so many times. 

I hear the car door slam and involuntarily flinch. My heart beat quickens even more and so does my pace. I reach the living room and by this time I can hear every beat of my heart ring in my ears. 

I put my hands on my head to try and help me breath because I feel lightheaded and dizzy. The front door slams hard and my hands fall to my side. Slow, heavy footsteps come next. I know this routine like the back of hand, yet I seem to be surprised every time it happens. 

Ryan appears at the door way with a purple face and a bottle in his hand. "I told you ten thirty." he says slowly, grip tightening on the bottle. "I know." I answer quietly, not knowing what else to say. 

He drops the bottle and charges at me, grabbing both my wrists and pinning me up against the wall. I try and wiggle out of his iron grasp and realize there's no way to get out of this one. I can feel the bruises already forming on my wrist as he inches his face close to mine. "Then why we're you late?" he asks through gritted teeth. 

I feel a steady stream of tears roll down my face and try and turn my head away from his poisoned breath. "I lost track if time." I choke out through sobs. I feel his hands let go of my wrists and I bring them close to my body, rubbing them. "I'm sorry. I'm so sor-" I was cut off by the swift movement of his hand hitting my face. I fall to the ground and am blinded by the pain. I see something move toward me and try and crawl away. I manage to get to a corner before I feel his rough hands pulling my hair. I stand up, trying to lessen the tension on my head and am met face to face with Ryan. "That was for disrespecting me by being late." he hisses. I nod, knowing anything I say won't help me. 

He lets  go of my hair and I hear heavy foots leaving the room. "I'm going to bed. Shower and do the same." he says over his shoulder. I don't hesitate and run up the stairs to the bathroom. I slam the door shut and try and slow down the steady stream of tears so I can see how bad the damage is. 

I look down at my wrists and see five bruises wrapped around each wrist. I gently touch each one and move on to my face. I stand up and walk toward the mirror and see its worse than I thought. The whole left side of my face is swollen and pink, and dark spots are forming around my eyes. I groan and gingerly touch my cheek. How am I supposed to cover this up? Katherine can't see this tomorrow and neither can Harry. Harry! How am I supposed to explain this to him?! He'd never talk to me if he knew about Ryan! 

I decide to worry about it tomorrow and go lay in my bed. I fall asleep to thoughts of how wonderful tomorrow is going to be.    
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