a day at home(madison)

[kayla carter larson]

The girl tossed and turned in her bed, having her biggest nightmare. She dreamt of disappointing her family, dreamt of getting kicked out and having to live with her father, the one that left them years ago. Her eyes shot open as she looked around, this wasn’t her room. Boxes where filled everywhere, stacked up in piles. But she couldn’t escape this nightmare, it was reality. She had just moved into her father’s house and she couldn’t have the heart to unpack her boxes. She didn’t think she was staying long, actually she believed that. Soon, she would be back home, sitting around the dinner table with her brothers. Thinking of them made her smile, why was she going through this torture. She needed to learn her lesson, she put her mother through so much and she couldn’t blame her for sending her here. No one was to blame but herself, she was the one who screwed up. The one who messed up. She disappointed everyone and she could not forget the look she got when they had that family meeting. She was targeted and attacked, obviously it didn’t end well because she had to pack and move out. Her twin brother was the person she disappointed most; she can never be forgiven for what she did.

With knowing there was no forgiveness to hand out, she packed her jeep and rented a trailer to pack her things. She drove alone, there was no one to say goodbye to anyways. Kayla got mixed in the wrong crowd, went to so many parties and saw things she shouldn’t have. Her mother couldn’t put up with the trouble she was getting in, so she did the only thing she knew. Calling up her father was her last resort. They haven’t spoken in many years and when that phone number showed up, he should have known it was trouble. He agreed in a heartbeat, even after she explained the story. Her mom, she couldn’t get through to her, couldn’t explain that she was ruining her life. No one could knock some sense into her. She was just being a stupid teenager and trying to live her life. But she didn’t know it would end like this, she didn’t know it would end in abandonment.

Kayla couldn’t even describe what happened to her, most of the nights she couldn’t even remember. She remembered the night she saw her brother’s girlfriend with another guy but him, she tried to tell him, he didn’t believe her. She tried to catch her in the act, taking pictures, anything to make him believe her. He thought of her just being too drunk and not seeing things clearly, but she knew what she saw. Once she got evidence, he didn’t even listen to her and disappointed him in the process. She tried her best to win his trust back, but it was too late. Love had blinded him and he is still with the same girl.

Her mother was a different story, she would stumble in the door late on a school night and her mother would be waiting. She would get a lecture every night, but it wouldn’t help. Kayla was going through a rough time; her father had left them and her boyfriend that she fell in love with did the same. She was pregnant, but it wasn’t her fault, she was too drunk to say no to him. But when she found out, he was gone, no question about it. She lost the baby though; she had thoughts about keeping it. Brandon, her twin, was the only one who knew. She was still madly in love with the guy and would go to every party just to see him and get rejected by him. Her mother got fed up with her not being home, staying out late and showing up drunk when she got home. Brandon got tired of covering for her, helping her sneak out, she was out of chances and her mother had no other choice.

Abandoned and alone, that’s the way she felt. She couldn’t explain to her mother how she felt, they had grown so much apart that all they ever did was fight and argue. They were the same person; she didn’t want to admit that. Stubborn and hard to just talk things out, it was just yelling, always. She didn’t blame them, she couldn’t blame her family. It was all on her.
Kayla eyes wondered around the room, the white walls, the boxes, this couldn’t be her new life. She couldn’t live here, not after what had happened. She hated her father for leaving his family, she could never forget that day. She had woken up early to finish a song they were working on, but when she came downstairs and saw her mother in tears, that was the end. She helped her mother through the drinking, through the long nights of no eating and staying in one place. But when her mother got restored, Kayla was lost and her mother couldn’t save her. Her father didn’t contact, she didn’t want him too anyways, but no word since he left, it broke her.

Now she was living with him, she couldn’t get that thought in her mind. She couldn’t wrap the idea and be okay with it. The week in his house, she didn’t leave her room. Didn’t think of leaving it and she just wanted to stay in bed. She read messages from her brother, the fight they had would rush into her mind. She couldn’t help but cry and cry, she didn’t want her father to see that. She had to be strong around him, no feelings, give him the cold shoulder. She couldn’t be valuable around him, especially not when she hated him this much. But today had to be the day, the day she finally ate and got out of this room. She hadn’t have eaten a good meal in months, never in the mood. She had picked at things, but never fully had a meal. Today was a new day, a day for change. She had to start changing her life, if she didn’t, she would never go back home.

Taking a deep breath, she got up from her bed, letting the head rush and the headache hit her. She hadn’t seen the light in a week. Kayla put her feet into the slippers at the edge of her bed. She put her hand around the door knob, she couldn’t turn it, and she couldn’t face her dad. Of all the things she didn’t want, the worst was to see her dad. But she opened the door and looked down the hall. Once she saw it was clear, she made her way to the window and saw only her jeep and her cousin’s car in the driveway. A sigh of relief came over her as she made her way downstairs. Feeling weak, she had to get something in her body. The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air and Kayla’s legs wouldn’t let it go as she made it to the counter, got a cup and poured some for herself, inviting herself to whoever’s coffee it was. She took her mug and sat down at the table, hoping to just have a relaxing day to herself. But Kayla knew that idea was farfetched and that someone had to make their way down those stairs in the next few minutes.

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[madison carleen jones]

tagged shannon/kayla larson words, 1232 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] Her footsteps were light and barely audible against the stone floors as the petite brunette wove her way down the hall and toward a set of stairs, hopping steps here and there and jumping across to catch the next set of stairs to cut on time, tightly grasping the banister as she stumbled on the bottom step. Her hair, undone and in a curling mess, swished messily behind her, and her button-down shirt was un-tucked and ruffled. She walked briskly, a sort of hurried sway in her step, her face rigidly impassive. At that moment, honestly, all she wanted was to just get away from the hustle and bustle of the downtown area. It was nearing lunch time and she was on a mission. If anyone were to see the stylish girl walking along the street, they'd probably take notice that she seemed to know exactly where she was headed, and, sure enough, she reached her destination and slipped inside into one of the places she liked to be when she needed time away, all the while wondering when she'd first allowed things to go this way. Before, she used to scream - a lot. She used to spend hours on end locked away in her room, just yelling and curing until her throat was sore. But she was younger then. It'd been a long time since she'd last let that happen, and she'd gotten much better at hiding her anger on the rare occasions the mask slipped. Sometime around last year, she found other outlets, like locking her room so her sister could no longer snatch her clothing. But it wasn't long before she realized that that wasn't the best way to go about it, and she settled on getting away, moving in with her dear uncle. This seemed to work best. No longer did she have to worry about her clothes being used, mainly ruined, and never returned. Madison stepped into the room, her nose wrinkling slightly at the sight of the thick layer of dust that seemed to have settled on the shelves and artifacts. It seemed as if no one had been in there to polish it in quite a while. Despite it's abandoned unkempt appearance, the gallery was always a sight to behold, if one knew of any of the history hidden away between the tall walls. If Madi had wanted to read, she'd go somewhere else, but she'd come to Mr. Garret's closed shop precisely to think. It always succeeded in helping her design better- whether it was because of the sweet quiet sound, or because of how lightheaded the dust tended to make her, she wasn't sure. But that wasn't important. Mr. Garret was a long time citizen of Evergreen, Colorado, born and raised. He lived downtown in one of the small buildings, his gallery room was the shop and the upstairs was his home. The old man was kind and understanding when Madison came to him one day about two years ago. Madison's goal was to be a fashion designer and hoped she could use Mr. Garret's unused gallery store to create such fashion pieces. Everything in the last year had seemed to go so well, she finally had a place she was comfortable in and a store she could create all the clothing she so desired. Then things took another turn. Less than a month ago, Max had expressed that his daughter would be moving in with them here in Colorado. At first, Madison wanted to roll her eyes at the idea. Great, another teenager to go through and ruin her clothes, she thought. Then, she began to warm up to the idea of living with another girl again. She had missed the late night talks with her sisters, the advice, the gossiping, and the movie marathons. Maybe things could go well and she could gain a brand new friend. Unfortunately Madison had only really seen Kayla the day she moved in and that was simply because she took boxes from Max, seeing as how she didn't seem very pleased that he was trying to help her move into her new room. So far she had nothing against Kayla, she was a gorgeous girl who just needed to smile more often, and that was why Madison was creating a very special gift for her. To make Kayla warm up to her more, she thought that she could make her a Madison original and that was exactly what she was going to start on when she woke up this very morning. As a matter of fact Madison had gotten herself up earlier and began to put on a pot of coffee before heading back upstairs to get dressed for the day. Her morning ritual was always the same- stare at herself for about 10 minutes to decide how to do her hair, find a shirt to wear and a complimenting set of bottoms before scanning over her set of shoes. After her 10 minutes she had decided on not doing a thing to her naturally waving hair, she moved on to clothing and figured she should just skip the shorts completely. Madison wasn't a big fan of pants, she much rather wear dresses and today she couldn't think of anything better to wear than her newly made white, laced dress. Now that she was content with her appearance, she grabbed a par of black flats and her folder full of designs before heading out the door of her room. Her room was in the farthest part of the house, she specifically took this room to have plenty of space and to come and go as much as she pleased. The door to her room was loud when she shut it but she never seemed to cared since Max always said he could never tell when she was up. The smell of coffee taunted her as she walked down the hallway, past Kayla's room, and to the stair case that led right to the kitchen. The sound of the cupboard shutting and the clings of cups made Madi think that Max was up, she simply thought Max since Kayla rarely came out of her room, especially at this time. Madison held on to the railing of the steps as she walked down them slowly. "Hey Max, Claudia called about the job at the studio. She says she'll be out all day but you can still call and talk with Jackson. I swear, that boy has grown up so fast, he'll be running the studio in under a years time." She spoke out loudly so she could be heard as she watched her feet as she walked down the steps. Without much thought she threw her heels on the floor beside the steps and layed her folder of designs on the island. Madison grabbed the cup beside the fridge that had a lid beside it and grabbed for the coffee pot. To her surprise, the coffee was almost halfway gone. For a moment she stared at the dark liquid curiously before turning around to speak to whom she thought was Max. "Kayla." She spoke with a very shocked look, "I'm glad you're out of your room.. Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" quickly she shrugged off the surprise of the situation and began pouring the rest of the coffee into the to-go cup.

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[kayla carter larson]

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