Generation 1-Chapter 5

"Hey, Sweetheart, how's it going?" Mark asked, planting a gentle kiss on me before returning to his breakfast.

I yawned groggily, and let my eyes adjust to the bright light pouring in from the windows. "Pancakes, this early?"

"Maddy, it's past noon," Mark said abruptly.

"Oh," I mumbled. Suddenly my hands rushed to my temples, hoping a stinging pain would subside. I let out a groan, causing Mark to turn around.

"Maddy?" I couldn't answer. The pain.. "Maddy, are you okay?" He turned off the stove and rushed to my side.

I fell onto the floor, still vigorously caressing my temples.

"MADELINE?"

Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. I opened my eyes, and took a few deep breaths. There was a faint throbbing still there, and for that I took a Tylenol.

Mark stood in the doorway with a concerned look on his face. "What was it?"

"I'm not sure, some sort of migraine or something."

Mark scoffed.

"What do you want with me?" I hissed.

"You need help, Maddy!"

"I do not, leave me alone."

"Maddy, I can help you. We can do this together. I don't want to see this stuff ruin your life, or our relationship.."

"What relationship?" I boiled.

"Don't be like that!" he shot back. He held me in his arms, concern written all over his face. "I worry about you, Maddy. I can't help it. I want you to be better."

"W-why?"

"I.. I love you."

My eyes widened with disbelief. And for once in my life, I knew I loved him back. I wanted to fall into his arms, sob with him, and pledge my sobriety to-be. But instead, I shrugged away from him. "You love me? You love me!" I screamed. "You're only saying that to get me to quit drinking!"

"No, Maddy!" he reached for me. "That's not true!"

"Ugh.." I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave.

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"Ms. Trish? I think Madeline needs help.."