Chapter Thirty-One
Ishouldn’t have sent that text. I haven’t heard anything back. Madison is probably angrier than ever with me.
I can’t blame her. She did say not to contact her in any way, shape, or form.
Did I listen?
No.
“Fuck, you’ve probably blown it for good,” I chastise myself as I pace around my living room.
The golf game ended a while ago. I won, and we beat the rain. The storm is still brewing, though. In fact, it’s getting closer and closer. There’s a lot of thunder and lightning, and the skies are so dark that it looks like nighttime out there.
I even had to turn on a lamp.
Damn, this storm is going to be a bad one.
Bring it on.
I am so fucking restless and hyped right now, hence the pacing.
I want a big storm. I feel like one is building in my own body. I am so frustrated, and I don’t know what to do anymore.
I can’t lose Madison for good.
I just can’t imagine life without her.
She makes everything better.
Okay, you need to stop this.
Plopping down on the sofa, I turn on the TV and start flipping through the channels. Nothing holds my interest, though. Not even when I come across hockey highlights, which I usually love to watch.
There’s even a highlight reel from the Bears featuring one of my most recent goals, a pretty cool one at that.
But even that can’t distract me from obsessing over Madison.
That’s it!
I can’t go on like this any longer.
I flip off the TV and stand up.
There may be a storm on the way, but I don’t care.
I have to get out of this house.
I grab my car key fob from where I dropped it on the coffee table earlier.
At that exact second, lightning flashes outside the windows and a deluge of rain starts pouring down with a ferocity that matches my mood.
Should I stay, or should I go?
Fuck it. Storm or no storm, I’m out of here.