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loud bang. I flinched as he disappeared out of my view.
Clearing my throat, I gave Mr. Johnson a tentative smile.
“He just needs… a minute by himself.”
“He’s an angry young man,” he commented. “Reminds
me of myself after I was discharged from the military.”
“He just…”
Mr. Johnson waved me away. “No need to explain. Here’s
the TV.”
I swallowed past the burning lump in my throat,
mumbled a quick thank you, before grabbing the TV stand
and rolling it toward the classroom.
I expected him to come back later, but he didn’t.
There was no glimpse of Maddox for the rest of the day.
I walked through the halls of Berkshire, looking for him,
but he was… gone, and I felt his absence like a sharp sword
slicing through me.
Maddox’s mixed emotions might have been justified in
the moment, but not toward me.
I hadn’t done anything to deserve being on the receiving
end of his anger. Especially not after the time we had spent
in that dark storage room.
My gran always told me I was a curious little thing, but
this wasn’t just about curiosity. This was the need to know
the real Maddox, the one he hid behind a cool façade and a
bad boy mask.
Because the Maddox in that closet, the one I held in my
arms… he was a lost boy, and he reminded me of myself
after I had woken up from my coma.
Maddox