50 Ways To Say Goodbye

As a child, Madison had always been happy. She loved her mom as if she was her whole world, and suddenly she's passed away and her friends abandoned her.

Left alone, Madison runs her own life, under her rules. Slowly she begins to ruin herself, but can someone change that?


14. 13


I changed into a pair of sweats and sat down to watch TV. I looked at my cigarettes and got mad. I threw them at the wall and didn't bother to pick them up.

A loud bang came from the door.

I slowly got up, picked up a chip and stuffed it into my mouth, and walked to the door.

When I opened it, Logan was inches away from me.

I was expecting him to yell. Or to give me the silent treatment. Or to grab me and throw me into his car and take me to the police station. I wasn't expecting what he did.

He looked at me for a few seconds, a pissed off expression on his face, and slammed his lips against mine. He took his anger out on our kiss.

Like I said, I've never really kissed anyone. So I didn't know what to do until Logan put his hands on my face and slowly moved them down to my hips. I let myself go, hopping I was doing this kissing thing right.

After what felt like hours, Logan pulled away angrily and breathless. His face set in a scowl, he pulled me into a tight hug.

While we were hugging I closed the door to give us some privacy. People were starting to stare. WERID people.

"How'd you know I was here?" I asked, confused.

He still wouldn't loosen his grip. "I went to the bar, thinking you'd be there. I convinced the bartender to tell me where you were."

"How did you know I was even there?"

"Well, I figured that since you were running away from me, you'd want to, uh... 'Forget your problems' for a while. Plus, that's where we met."

My cheeks burned. I was glad he couldn't see my face.

"Why'd you run away for me?"

I hesitated.

He pulled away from our long-lasting hug and sat on the bed, holding my small, cold hands in his large, gentle hands. "Madison, you know you can trust me."

I looked into his ocean blue eyes. "I just..." I had to look away. "I just don't know you that well. I trust you, but we're not really close and I felt like I..." My voice got lower. "Was starting to like you."

He was quiet. And I still didn't have the guts to look at him. "Will you come back home with me?"

"You found me, like I told you NOT to do. I guess I kind of have to." I said, finally looking at him.

His face brightened and he smiled. "Great! And didn't worry. I called Blake on my way here and they didn't call your agent for CPS. You're not gonna get in trouble."

I sighed, feeling better.

"Do you want me to leave so you can get ready...?" He asked slowly.

I shook my head. "No. I just need to change. But I'll only go if you do me a few favors."

He got serious. "Anything to make you come."

"You have to sing to me."

He laughed. "Are you kidding?"

I shook my head, dead serious. "Now. And, you're going to FaceTime me every night before I go to sleep and sing me a song then too."

His face got red and he laughed awkwardly.

I started to lay back down. "Well I guess I'm gonna stay..."

He sighed. "Fine..." He took a deep breath and sung "I'd like to be/ under the sea/ in an Octopus's Garden with you/ he'd let us in/ knows where we've been--"

I interrupted him with my laugh. It was beautiful, but such a random song. "Octopus's Garden? Really Logan?" I was still laughing.

He smiled shyly. "Whatever, but I did it, so now you have to come."

I told him to save my number because I'd be expecting a FaceTime call later tonight.

Once I was ready and checked out of the hotel, we were heading back to my house, an hour and a half away.

With the trip just beginning, Logan said "Madison?"


"What's exactly happening with 'us' right now...?"

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