Misunderstood

Madelyn's POV**



I have been laying here for hours now. In Melanie's spare bedroom. My hands keeping the puffy blanket just above my neck as I lay here, staring at the dark wooden wall. Repeating that one text in my head.

"I'm sorry."

Did he mean it? If he did mean it in what way? Was he trying to break up with me? Or was he apologizing for probably sleeping with Eleanor? Or was he genuinely sorry about everything?

I turned over to face the other way and realized there was a window beside me. But the blinds were closed so I couldn't see. I didn't feel like moving so I just kept staring at the blinds. Thinking again.

Meaningless.

All of this is just meaningless. The fighting, the movie, leaving him, disliking Eleanor. It was all meaningless.

Louis was all I had and he's all I could ever get in life. Let's face it, Madelyn. I started talking to myself. You're not good enough to get anything else. You know you're worthless! And don't forget desperate! Louis was all you ha-

Just wait one minute, there, mind! I have Rosaline, now! And Melanie! And they're very nice people, for your information!

But.... Louis was.... He was.. Or is... I don't know!

I tossed and turned for hours, until I was unable to handle it anymore. I can't sleep, I already don't eat, I'm not happy, I just... It isn't fair.

Eleanor already has money and family and happiness! I sighed in disappointment. Don't get greedy. I reminded myself. You're better than that.

I thought for a few more minutes and unwillingly, stepped off the bed and put on my thin jacket.

Am I really doing this? I asked myself. I then felt the cold breeze hit me hard and a shiver was sent down my spine.

I guess I am. I replied as I climbed a bit over the snow.

It had to be like 8 degrees! I was freezing, I had frostbite all over my body, and I couldn't see.

There was dense fog, strong freezing winds, snow was still lightly falling down and to put the cherry on top, it was pitch black in the middle of the night.

I checked my phone, or tried to anyway. My hair kept blowing in my face and the snow kept landing on the screen but I was able to tell it was 3:22 am. Wow.... Middle of the night.

I kept trudging through but was yet make it anywhere. I couldn't see, my whole body burned terribly from frostbite, I was numb from my waist down, and there was a few inches more snow than earlier today.

It was really hard to move and it was horrifically cold.

Just keep going. Just keep walking. You're almost there. Don't stop now.

I kept repeating that over and over in my head. It had been about 30 minutes since I had gotten outside and could barely make out a brick house about 25 feet away. I smiled to myself at the thought of Louis and knew it was the flat. I tried to make it over there as fast as I could and with some insults to myself and motivation, I made it!

I threw off the snow and chipped off some ice and ta da! The door knob! I didn't hesitate to open it because I was freezing. I think a little too freezing.

I slowly opened the door and closed it on my way in. When I closed the door I didn't even get to finish my first step and fell with a light 'thud' I couldn't feel my hands or feet, my face, legs and arms, burned with frostbite and I was cold as heck. Maybe that's why I all of a sudden, fell face first like the idiot I am.

"Madelyn?!" A male voice called. I looked up.

"Louis?!" I exclaimed.

He ran over to me and helped me up. I was stumbling and about to fall again when he caught me and held me in a tight hug. A bit too tight but I liked it.... His warm touch. I don't mean that romantically I really mean I like his warm touch. I'm freezing over here, remember?

"Madelyn, you're so.... cold." He said concerned. I nodded unable to speak.

He let go and was about to walk off before I touched his arm, failing to grab his wrist. Yet he noticed and turned his head, giving me a questioning look.

I was so numb and cold that it made me not want to even try talking.

"What is it?" Louis asked.

My eyes searched around, unknowing of what I was about to say. I guess I just didn't wanna let him go.

"Oh and if you're wondering, I kicked El out. Nothing happened. I realized that when she kissed me, it didn't have the same effect it did when I kissed you." He said with an unexpected bitter tone. He seemed angry at me. I got a little depressed just thinking of him being mad at me.

He was about to walk off again before this time I didn't touch his arm or try to grab his wrist. I grabbed his shoulder and forcefully made him turn around. He was taken back by my actions but I ignored it and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close and placing my lips on his. The kiss turned into something much more. More than I intended it to. Because now my legs were wrapped around his waist as he held me.

I've never felt anything like this before. What was it? Happiness? Confusion? Excitement? No.... The word was Desire. That's exactly what it was. And I was feeling it right now.

Unexpectedly, my back landed on something very soft, a bed, it was. I realized, as his hand slipped to the hem of my shirt, what this was going to lead to. Something I've never experienced before. Something my mother explained to me as a child, before she went crazy. Something my dad warned me never to do, before he became abusive. But now, now I was going to. And as his hand was lifting my shirt up, and my sleeves were slowly coming off, it dinged in my head that he was going to see my scars. Something I never wanted anyone to see.

To avoid him noticing any of my past, I quickly slipped out from under him and got on top. I could feel his smirk against my lips as his tongue slipped in my mouth. The sparks were everywhere as I unbuttoned his pants very slowly and carefully. As I got into thought, it came to mind that, if I was really going to do this, then I was going to have to take my clothes off. But then I remembered he was Louis. The guy who walked me to school every morning, and stood up to the bullies for me. He was my ray of sunshine and happiness. My ticket to an amazing life. He was my boyfriend. And I think a little part of me has known that ever since 3rd grade. I know I'm ready to show him my scars. Besides, if I'm lucky he won't notice.

As if he knew I was ready, his hands quickly removed my shirt and discarded anything else. If it was on my skin and it wasn't his body, than it had to go. I think.....































I love him...

Notes

DUN DUN DUN! Hehe sorry I haven't updated in a while, I kinda slipped on ice when I went to go check the mailbox and twisted my arm and bruised my leg severely. It hurt like crap but I'm much better now so ^^

Hope ya enjoy my lovelies! Oh and btw, love chu @Fascinated !!!! :3

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