The Alpha's Gamble - Chapter 64: Chapter 64
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MADELINE
How the fuck did Tilly know?
I left the garden and hurried to her house, my anger stirred with the anxiety that bubbled up and ate away at my intestines, and I couldn’t fathom how on earth…
Then it hit me; she’s fucking Landon. The asshole probably told her about it.
I’ll kill both of them.
If Landon was walking around telling girls like Tilly about the tape, I had to believe that more people knew.
The ground shook under my steps, and people jumped out of my way, staring from the sidewalks when I pushed her fence open and stormed to the door.
“Tilly!”
I banged on the door and waited for her to open. Eventually, the door did unlock, and the old hinges creaked, but it wasn’t Tilly. It was her mother. A sweet lady with the kindest heart. How did she give birth to such a snake of a daughter?
“Hi, Mrs. Walker, is Tilly home?”
Her signature smile spread warmth across my chest, and she shook her head.
“Maddie, it’s been ages since I last saw you," a soft smile imidated the suns warmth and she cocked her head. "I’m sorry, hun, Tilly left a few hours ago.”
She raised her finger for me to wait and grabbed her phone.
“I’ll give her a call for you.” I waited patiently while she dialed her daughter’s number, and then I heard the slithering words from the other line as she pressed the phone to her ear.
Before Mrs. Walker had finished talking, I’d already heard where Tilly was.
She gave me a knowing look, and I nodded my head to let her know I got it, then left before she even hung up.
Tilly was in the woods by the old food cellar where Landon and Logan buried the barrels. So that’s where I’m heading, and I swear to God the bitch better be praying for mercy.
The branches slapped me in the face as I hurried through the woods. I detoured off the path to circle the cellar, and the closer I got, the more something started gnawing at me. It felt like ants were creeping up my legs, and my stomach was twirling while my intestines twisted into knots. Something was wrong, and I was just walking in blind.
Being blinded by anger was never the way to enter a situation. That was one of the few things my father instilled in me: to always keep a cool head and never let my emotions take over to the point where logic and sense were ignored.
I had to listen to my intuition, so I slowed down and started walking as quietly as I could around the trees and closer to the cellar. All the while, listening in to hear any sounds, voices, especially to see if I could hear more than one.
After stepping over a twig to make sure nothing cracked under my feet, I could finally see the cellar. But what was hard to spot was what was in front of it, since I came around the back.
But there was something there. I had to get closer.
The leaves were softly flattened under my steps as I moved in, and once I could see better, I grabbed onto the tree and drew a soft breath.
There was a table set up, covered with a white cloth, and in the center was a cake with candles ready to be lit. I could already tell it was strawberry and chocolate, my favourite. I’m surprised she remembered.
And sitting hunched on a lonesome chair was Tilly, with her arms crossed over her chest, staring into the forest in front of her.
There was an empty chair next to her that she occasionally glanced at and sighed.
Fuck. I couldn’t decide if I should go to her or not. On one hand, it was a sweet gesture, and she remembered my favourite cake, maybe she listened more than I thought she did.
But on the other hand, if I go there and we continue our friendship, it will always be the same. I know it. I’ll live in her shadow, and she’ll never be okay sharing the light. Not that I wanted it, but friendships weren't supposed to be built with jealousy and resentment. Right?
She was thrilled about my mother dating Jack because that meant I’d be close to Noah and Logan, which meant that so would she. That was the only reason she was so happy about the union.
Not to mention the fact that she fucked my boyfriend.
Nah, it’s not worth it. She doesn’t deserve anything from me, no forgiveness or reconciliation.
The cake did look delicious, but it’s not worth the price.
I turned around, ready to head home and check to see if Noah was done with his business.
My feet shifted on the leaves, and I let go of the tree, but as I raised my gaze, I noticed a dark shadow behind me, and before I could react, I felt the sharp penetration of metal spikes across my temple and everything went dark, with a throbbing pain erupting on the side of my head.
How the fuck did Tilly know?
I left the garden and hurried to her house, my anger stirred with the anxiety that bubbled up and ate away at my intestines, and I couldn’t fathom how on earth…
Then it hit me; she’s fucking Landon. The asshole probably told her about it.
I’ll kill both of them.
If Landon was walking around telling girls like Tilly about the tape, I had to believe that more people knew.
The ground shook under my steps, and people jumped out of my way, staring from the sidewalks when I pushed her fence open and stormed to the door.
“Tilly!”
I banged on the door and waited for her to open. Eventually, the door did unlock, and the old hinges creaked, but it wasn’t Tilly. It was her mother. A sweet lady with the kindest heart. How did she give birth to such a snake of a daughter?
“Hi, Mrs. Walker, is Tilly home?”
Her signature smile spread warmth across my chest, and she shook her head.
“Maddie, it’s been ages since I last saw you," a soft smile imidated the suns warmth and she cocked her head. "I’m sorry, hun, Tilly left a few hours ago.”
She raised her finger for me to wait and grabbed her phone.
“I’ll give her a call for you.” I waited patiently while she dialed her daughter’s number, and then I heard the slithering words from the other line as she pressed the phone to her ear.
Before Mrs. Walker had finished talking, I’d already heard where Tilly was.
She gave me a knowing look, and I nodded my head to let her know I got it, then left before she even hung up.
Tilly was in the woods by the old food cellar where Landon and Logan buried the barrels. So that’s where I’m heading, and I swear to God the bitch better be praying for mercy.
The branches slapped me in the face as I hurried through the woods. I detoured off the path to circle the cellar, and the closer I got, the more something started gnawing at me. It felt like ants were creeping up my legs, and my stomach was twirling while my intestines twisted into knots. Something was wrong, and I was just walking in blind.
Being blinded by anger was never the way to enter a situation. That was one of the few things my father instilled in me: to always keep a cool head and never let my emotions take over to the point where logic and sense were ignored.
I had to listen to my intuition, so I slowed down and started walking as quietly as I could around the trees and closer to the cellar. All the while, listening in to hear any sounds, voices, especially to see if I could hear more than one.
After stepping over a twig to make sure nothing cracked under my feet, I could finally see the cellar. But what was hard to spot was what was in front of it, since I came around the back.
But there was something there. I had to get closer.
The leaves were softly flattened under my steps as I moved in, and once I could see better, I grabbed onto the tree and drew a soft breath.
There was a table set up, covered with a white cloth, and in the center was a cake with candles ready to be lit. I could already tell it was strawberry and chocolate, my favourite. I’m surprised she remembered.
And sitting hunched on a lonesome chair was Tilly, with her arms crossed over her chest, staring into the forest in front of her.
There was an empty chair next to her that she occasionally glanced at and sighed.
Fuck. I couldn’t decide if I should go to her or not. On one hand, it was a sweet gesture, and she remembered my favourite cake, maybe she listened more than I thought she did.
But on the other hand, if I go there and we continue our friendship, it will always be the same. I know it. I’ll live in her shadow, and she’ll never be okay sharing the light. Not that I wanted it, but friendships weren't supposed to be built with jealousy and resentment. Right?
She was thrilled about my mother dating Jack because that meant I’d be close to Noah and Logan, which meant that so would she. That was the only reason she was so happy about the union.
Not to mention the fact that she fucked my boyfriend.
Nah, it’s not worth it. She doesn’t deserve anything from me, no forgiveness or reconciliation.
The cake did look delicious, but it’s not worth the price.
I turned around, ready to head home and check to see if Noah was done with his business.
My feet shifted on the leaves, and I let go of the tree, but as I raised my gaze, I noticed a dark shadow behind me, and before I could react, I felt the sharp penetration of metal spikes across my temple and everything went dark, with a throbbing pain erupting on the side of my head.
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