I pulled up to Madison's house and got out of my car, walking to the front door. I rang the doorbell and Miranda answered.
She whispered "She's still asleep."
"How was she last night?" I asked as I walked in.
Blake answered me. "She seemed happy. And normal."
I smiled successfully and walked to her room. Her bed was made and there was a single piece of paper on it. Confused, I walked to her bed and picked up the paper.
I sat on the bed and and blankly stared at the paper, having read it five times already.
I felt myself getting angry. I wanted to hit something or yell and scream.
I stopped out of her room and slammed the note onto the counter, startling the couple and their son. I looked around at all of them and then ran outside.
I kicked my tire and yelled. Getting in my car, I sped away.
Going 100 on the highway sure felt amazing, but I didn't feel better.
I couldn't understand, let alone explain, why I was so angry. I just felt a connection to Madison. She was my opposite. She was beautiful. She was finally starting to warm up to me and she pulls this crap!
Suddenly, I thought of a place to go that she would be. Stomping on the breaks and doing a U Turn, smoke formed behind my car and dust flew. Racing there, I prayed to God I would be right about this. If I wasn't, I was out of hope.