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| Subject: *Fireballs* Chapter 26~Where Did I Leave Off? | |
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Author: Kira |
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Date Posted: 19:56:17 01/27/02 Sun The blindingly stark halls of the examination room, stung Madison's weak eyes, heightening her throbbing headache. It was three days after her last fearful encounter with Jordan and she was a wreck. Michelle had taken her to the hospital, where the police got involved. Madison wasn't ready for this. She could not do this. They bombarded her with rudely intrusive questions about her abuse, inquiries that Madison couldn't answer. So, she shutdown, refusing to speak. Michelle understood her silence and attributed it to her severely damaged voice. Now, Madison lay in an examination room, draped in a simple white sheet that lye stiff and itchy against her bruised body. The investigator was now shooting photographs of every bruise and scrape and whelp. Madison flinched with every flash of the camera, slamming her eyes closed, just wanting to be rid of this nightmare. The photographer instructed her to scoot forward, revealing her bare back and the bruises it held. She did so, slowly, weeping with each contraction of her rigid muscles. The flashes sent burning hatred licking down her spine. Madison's tears never ceased, but she did not allow herself to cry. "You know I'm really sorry I have to do this. It can't be easy, but I'm almost done, okay?" the kind man assured her, reaching for her hand. Madison glared at him and shook her head, pulling her hands closer to her. The photographer just stared at her, in a sicken awe of how someone to ruin such a young woman with the potential for everything. He managed a thin smile as he continued to change rolls. He took a dozen more pictures, cataloguing her entire body and started to load up his camera. "You take care of yourself, okay?" he said, trying to calm her blatant fears. Madison nodded as she covered herself with the sheet and waited for him to just leave. She did not trust him. His eyes were dark and his hands were massive and strong. She doesn't trust strong hands...not anymore. Soon a kind nurse handed her two gowns: one for the front and another for the back. This way Madison would be completely covered. She handed her a robe and eased her into the wheelchair being careful of her crack ribs. "You're going to talk with the police and after you rest, you're free to go," she said cheerily. Madison just nodded, covering her slowly healing black eye from the visitors and administrators wondering about the building. Madison clutched her charmed necklace in the other hand, rubbing the sleek silver for strength and hope. She was wheeled into a room with a female detective, a table and a doctor, who observed everything to make sure Madison was okay. Everyone was so nice and considerate, hoping she would open up. The female detective was of Spanish decent and dressed prominently in bright silks and professional skirts. Her long hair was curls and bounced on her shoulders like a child skipping rope and she seated herself at the table, fidgeting with her pearls. "I'm Libby," she began softly, tucking her hands under the small table. Madison immediately noticed this and sat up, draping her left arm protectively around her ribs. "Are you thirsty?" Madison shook her head, but eyed the doughnuts in the corner of the table. "Oh, I bet you want this one," she taunted, pointing to a delectable chocolate long john. Madison nodded. Jordan never let her have doughnuts. Libby picked up the treat and placed it on a napkin and slid it over to her side of the table, returning her hands out of sight. "How are you feeling today? Any better?" Libby posed as Madison picked over her doughnut, wanting desperately to gobble it up, but she knew better. "Jordan wouldn't let me eat chocolate," she proclaimed, wincing for her throat was inflamed from being strangled. Libby smiled to herself and allowed her to continue, nonchalantly turning on her mini-tape recorder. "He said I was fat and needed to stay away from chocolate, but I ate it just piss him off and I guess I did he broke three of my fingers that's when I thought it was an accident," she berated herself; searching for a glass of water for it pained her to speak of such abuse trapped by the walls of her dorms. "When did you know it wasn't an accident," Libby asked, pouring her a glass of water. Madison thought back, squinting her swollen eyes as she tried to remember. "When he told me I couldn't talk to Justin. Justin was another friend of mine and we did everything together. One day, I came home and he had taken everything. My posters, some CDs. The important stuff I hid." Libby furrowed her eyebrows and began toying with her pearls. "Justin? Who is he?" Madison smiled, wary of her cut lip. She pulled a magazine clipping from the pocket of her fuzzy robe, she unfolded it and slid it across the table. "He's the one in the middle with the curly hair," she proclaimed with pride glinting in her eyes. "But he's not in this you never mention him, okay?" "Yes, of course. Did Jordan ever…" Madison eyes widened and she clasped her clammy hands together, shaking her head violently. "We were friends and then he started drinking and lost everything. Erin, his girlfriend moved to New York. She completed him, but he screwed that up." Madison paused fearfully. "Can I go now, please?" she questioned, blinking her watery eyes. Libby leaned back in her chair. "Yes, you may. Take care of yourself and contact me when you get settled. Where are you going?" "Orlando." ** The day was lazy and dreary for the sky was covered in doom-bearing clouds that threatened to part and weep for the sky. The tour ended days ago and the guys jumped at the chance to just relax before they began recording the next week. Justin had completely given up on Madison. It was a searing burden to keep worry, wasting his happiness for someone that just tossed their relationship to the wind. Although he missed her laugh and her timid mannerisms, he had to move on. Justin licked the syrup from his plate and laughed as he Chris and JC were goofing around in his living room. A crippled JC threatened to beat Chris bloody with his crutches and Chris shrieked girlishly as he darted about the room. Justin shook his head at his older and wiser brothers as he gathered the plates and dropped them into the sink. JC sat down heavily on the couch, setting his crutches on the arm of the sofa. Scooting to the side, he propped his aching ankle on a cluster of pillows and closed his eyes. His ankle was fractured, but not broken. "Justin!" JC whined. "What?!" Justin shouted as he loaded the breakfast dishes that littered his country kitchen into the sleek metal dishwasher. JC moaned, rubbing his forehead. "Where are my drugs?" Justin laughed quietly and grabbed the bottle of blue capsules and strutted into the living room with a bottle of water. "Here ya go," he handed them to JC. He downed them quickly before draping his headphones over his ears and losing himself in the realm of contemporary hymns and hip-hop symphonies. The novel musician began to fall into a pain-free, dopey sleep as the drugs began to take affect. JC was grinning stupidly. The medicine was bliss. Yawning, he fell asleep, but this process was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Chris tore himself from the front of the television and trotted to the door. Peering through the stylish, brass peephole. At first glance, the naive girl appeared to be a fan, but Chris pondered this for a moment. A fan would be bouncing up and down, shrieking in painfully high octaves. This young lady stood on Justin's porch in dark sunglasses and large overalls with a gray turtleneck and navy blue fleece. She seemed to be hiding behind her long dark curls and large clothes. The sleeves of her fleece were sloppily pulled over her hands as she stared at the doorknob. Chris opened the door cautiously, sticking his head from behind the door. "Hello," he called cheerfully. Madison jumped noticeably at Chris' overzealous greeting. She nervously adjusted her wide-rimmed sunglasses and tried to smile. She failed miserably. "Is Justin here?" she asked in her low, gritting voice. "Yes, may I ask your name?" he posed carefully. Madison wrenched the sleeves of her fleece feverishly. It was evident that coming here was a terrible mistake, she could not ask him to help her in any way after she hurt him so deeply and deliberately. "Mad...Madison," she whispered sadly. Chris' eyes widened and he smiled brightly. "Oh, come on in," he invited, opening the door to allow her to pass. He watched as Madison quickly grabbed at her right side was her left arm as she stepped into the lavish home. Madison tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing deep bruising that peaked from behind her sunglasses. Chris frowned and cleared his throat. "What happened there?" he asked, pointing to her upper cheek. Madison backed up fearfully, watching as his large, threatening hands drifted closer to her face. She flinched and berated herself mentally. "Nothing," she ran her fingers through her hair, quickly covering the bruises. "I'll just go get Justin, he's in the shower," Chris hopped up the stairs, not knowing what to make of Justin's infamous Madison. He spoke of her often, claiming that she was a perpetually happy and hyper person that could be a bit shy, but always possessed a positive outlook on life. But the woman lingering in his foyer was a cornered rabbit that trembled at every unknown noise and sound. He strutted down the long halls adorned with stylishly framed pictures marking NSYNC's success. Chris finally reached the bathroom door and knocked rapidly. "Justin!" "Yeah," he shouted from inside the steamy bathroom as he stepped out of the shower. (he's gonna do the shake-it shake-it dance! Gross!) Chris cocked his head downward to hear him better. "Someone is at the door for you," he said, scratching his chin. "Who?" Justin wondered, angered that he could not even take a peaceful shower in his own house without being disturbed. Chris rubbed his whiskered chin and sighed. "Madison." Justin's eyes clouded with elation and a faint twinge of anger as he gave up on drying off and slipped into a pair of basketball shorts and snatched open the bathroom door. "I think something's wrong...." Chris started, but Justin breezed by him a flash of damp curls and loudly vivid boxers. He lumbered down the stairs and looked at his Madison with the brightest smile he could muster. The electric expression soon faded as he beheld her haggard appearance and smile-less face. Her bronze skin was oddly pale and she was standing, back huddled to the door, her left arm wrapped around her stomach and right arm rubbing her neck. Justin's heart broke as she attempted to appear happy. She reached into the collar of her drab attire and draped the necklace in front of her. Justin smiled lightly. Madison's heart was overjoyed at the sight of the wet man in front of her. He still had his beautiful laugh and felicitous eyes. He still help the same noticeable confidence and self-respect. Apart of Madison tingled with green flames of jealousy. He seemed to have it all. Madison's concealed eyes fell upon his curls. The one thing she loved. Fighting the urge to touch the silky wet tendrils, she chuckled stiffly. "You need to cut those." "I know," he said almost in a whisper. "I’m so stupid. Where's my hug?" he exclaimed, spreads his arms. Madison knew it was Justin. She repeated it countlessly in her mind, but she could not fight herself as she took an instinctive step backwards. Justin's face of delight dropped as he gaped at her, concern leaping from his eyes. "Maddie?" "I...I don't want you to get water all over me," she covered quickly. "Oh...okay. Come up stairs with me...we should talk," he proclaimed, the happiness completely gone from his eyes and heart. Madison cringed, but followed him up. They marched into his bedroom. The walls were covered in a soft blue hue, which was accented by a sleigh bed decorated with a swirling gray and blue bedspread. A small ivory contemporary chair and love seat were arranged around a small coffee table that was tucked in the crook of the bay window. The room was calming and inviting. Justin patted the bed, indicating for her to sit down as he stepped into his massive closet. "Nice house. I like it a lot," Madison complimented, avoiding the subject that she was not prepared to discuss. "Maddie, please tell me what's wrong? Why did you right that letter? What's going on?" he pleaded for the truth. Madison bit her lip and tried to find the best way to break this to him. "I...umm...we...I can't..." she concluded, rubbing her forehead. "Please...I am angry at you, so angry, but I don't want to be," Justin told her, returning from the depths of his closet. Madison relented; she had to do this. As she began, Justin noticed that she was struggling just to speak; her voice sounded terrible. She was studdering painfully for the words refused to come out. Madison clutched the bedspread in her hands and stopped. "Justin, close the door," she answered in a weakened voice that was just above a whisper. Justin hurried to the door as he felt goosebumps raise on his arms, he knew that this was going to be something he could not handle; something that he would blame himself for being so infuriated with her. He stalked across his bedroom and knelt in front of Madison, wanting to place his hands on her knees for comfort. Madison shook her head. "Please don't..." she peeped. "Just let me do this," she waved her trembling hands in the air and Justin rolled onto his bottom, sitting indian style on the floor. Madison's hands lingered around her face. It took a few moments, but she pulled off the dark glasses. Justin's mouth dropped as did his heart. Madison's kind, simple eyes were gone. Her right eye appeared to be healing from a beating. The eyelid and surrounding cheek was stained a rolling blackish blue color. Her left eye had an exaggerated red circles underneath. Justin quickly tore his eyes away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or self-conscious. He began to tug on his curls as he mind raced and his fists clenched. But Madison wasn't done. She rolled down the collar of her turtleneck to reveal large hand-sized whelps and dragging contusions. Justin clutched his stomach and blinked the tears away from his eyes. "What...what...happened?" he choked out covering his mouth with his hands. "Jordan...he did this a lot..." Madison disclosed, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'll kill him!" Justin growled, throwing himself to his feet. Madison watched as Justin began to pace. Back and fourth. Steps lumbering, echoing in her ears. Jordan paced. Just before he unleashing his anger on her. Madison panicked and her already shallows breaths lightened and shortened. "Justin...stop pacing," she cried, but her voice would not work. Madison quickly tore herself from the bed and opened the bedroom door, successfully walking out into the grand foyer. Justin turned around and Madison was gone. "Maddie?!" Justin darted into the hall and saw her just admiring the pictures, her fingertips running along the smiles. "Justin...he screwed me up! He got inside my head and now he won't leave! I just want to sleep..." Justin spoke before she could say anymore. "Okay, you can stay here with me. Whatever you need it's yours," he declared without hesitation. Madison nodded and sighed deeply, wincing for her ribs were still very tender. "Thank you." Justin smiled lightly, but kept his distance. "This is kind of a hug moment," Justin responded, scratching the side of his face. Madison gazed up at him with tears in her eyes, her healing lip quivering along with his chin. "Not for me..." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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