billion dollar baby

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dylan watched madison, waiting for her reaction. but what she wasn’t ready for was how she would react. she watched as the young girl literally shook before finally sob as dylan explained what happened. she didn’t know why she was so bad with emotions. although, some things were coming to light that she wasn’t ready to deal with or accept. she should be crying too. she should be a mess just like madison. and yet, the tears never came. she felt awful for what she had to do, but she couldn’t take it back. all she could do was deal with the consequences. dylan set down the things on the counter before walking over to madison. “madison,” she whispered, her hands coming up to rest on madison’s shoulders. she didn’t know how to comfort someone who was like this. “i’m so sorry, madison…”

madison tensed up for a moment when dylan touched her. the older woman’s attempt at comfort almost worked. growing up the most solace she received from her father was a pat on the back or a shoulder squeeze. the familiarity of it offered a moment of peace until she remembered how horrible it had always made her feel. madison shrugged off dylan’s touch, getting up and moving a few steps away from her. “and what about you?” madison’s tone was defensive, crossing her arms over her chest in another sign of being closed off. “if you didn’t wanna do it why are you acting like this? god, dylan, you just told me how she died like you were fucking reading a chinese menu!”  madison wasn’t really mad at dylan. she was hurt, pissed off, confused; dylan just happened to be the easiest target for her to direct that towards. and god she felt so fucking stupid for wanting dylan to hug her. kiss her. do something. she needed someone to hold her right now. the sad reality is that dylan was all she had. dom was gone. shane—that was a mess she didn’t even know how she had gotten into. all that was left was dylan, and madison felt like she couldn’t even talk to her about this.

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halloween was adie’s worst nightmare on steroids. all of her fears and paranoia came true that night. the events of that night had been replaying in her head since it happened. it didn’t matter what she did to forget about it, they always came back eventually. there was one thing that came out of that night that was good; she had made a new friend in madison. they were both a mess after everything happened but for some reason she felt safe with the other girl. laying on her bed and staring up at the ceiling, adie was lost in thought for a second before she forced herself back into the present. rolling over onto her stomach, she looked over at madison. “have you slept at all lately? you look messy, babe.” 

before that whole night went to shit, madison had met adie. she took a liking to the girl almost instantly, finding her nervous energy endearing. there weren’t many people madison wanted to be around right now, but adie was one who’s company she didn’t mind. it was comfortable enough that madison could just be alone without actually having to be alone. she leaned her head back against the girl’s bed, looking up at her as she spoke. “it’s my new thing,” she brushed off without missing a beat. adie’s question was valid considering madison had barely been doing the minimum to keep herself alive. she felt like a beat up rag doll, and she looked like one too. madison tugged on the sleeves of dom’s hoodie that she’s practically lived in for the last few weeks. “what about you? have you been able to sleep since?”

it seemed like the entire town was coping in the same ways as jordan and her roommates were. the typically stocked liquor store seemed to have more bare shelves than usual. it made sense, no one wanted to remember what happened so what better way to do that than to drinks and drugs? you didn’t have to remember things if you were blacked out every night. it was how she was dealing with things anyways. jordan shrugged when the other girl said she didn’t care. sometimes she didn’t know who was cool and who wasn’t around here. when the other asked for help, jordan looked at which bottle she was talking about and nodded. “yeah, no problem,” she replied before zipping up her jacket and picking up the bottle for her. “do you need some help? i can hold some for you.”

“thanks,” madison said as she watched the girl grab the bottle she asked for. whatever was left on the shelves before they came in was probably in madison’s arms and the other woman’s jacket. at least she knew the rest of the town was coping the same way, even if they weren’t dealing with exactly what she went through that night. madison looked at the tower of glass bottles in her arms, “uh, yeah, actually. if you could just grab some off the top before they fall.”

it’s been three years since freda has passed due to her sickness, yet it’s still be hard for genesis to cope (thanks to the unhealthy coping mechanisms). she’s drowned herself with work, with drinking, with doing her very best on not getting attached to anyone she hooks up with. it’s the usual whenever anyone does, she vanishes into thin air and pretends she never knows them if ever the occurrence of seeing them again comes. though a friend a year ago has suggested these little meetings where at first, she despised. but as time went by, it’s one of those things that helped making her realize that she isn’t alone with dealing with this kind of thing.

another meeting down and the blue-haired woman decided to stay behind to help clean up the room, throw some trash away and have a little bit more of the crappy coffee that was served during the meeting. she doesn’t want to go home yet, or head to the closes bar and drown her sorrows once more. she must’ve spaced out while she was standing by the windows when she heard a woman spoke. “no. i’m not gonna destroy someone’s property.” a chuckle leaves her lips before turning back to look at the other. “everyone else avoided cleaning up, huh?”

the smallest smile cracked on madison’s lips as she quietly laughed at the woman’s words. it had to be the first time since dominique died that madison genuinely laughed, even for a moment. it didn’t feel right. a pang of guilt shot through her chest, and madison’s expression immediately dropped. “so the suicide part isn’t the problem, it’s the destruction of property. got it.” if one thing was coming back to her, it was the ability to make slightly bitchy comments that couldn’t be deciphered as actual bitchiness or just a dry sense of humor.

“as they always do,” madison said as she started storing the chairs away. “i don’t mind, really. it’s nice to—do something, i guess.” she kept herself occupied with the task in front of her so she didn’t have to look up at the woman. something about eye contact made madison want to burst into tears whenever she talked to someone after dom was murdered. like they could so easily see the pain she was trying so hard to move on from. “why’re you hanging around?” she asked as she struggled with a chair that wouldn’t fold up. “and don’t say the coffee ‘cause i could put dirt in the filter that would taste better.”

after every meeting madison volunteered to cleanup and put away the chairs. it was the only thing she contributed to the group other than her presence. it kept her out of the house for a little longer than usual, so madison actually enjoyed it. as the room emptied madison noticed someone lingering while she folded the chairs and put them away. “you’re not gonna jump out that window, are you?” she asked flatly. “i really can’t handle that right now. besides, we’re on the first floor, anyway.” 

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she didn’t know how to talk about this. dylan was the last person to get emotional with someone. but this, this was different. she couldn’t have madison thinking that she killed dom on purpose. she didn’t want to lose what she had with the younger girl. dylan leaned against the counter, a hand going through her hair as she thought of how to tell her this. eyes drifting to the blood on her hands after she did so. “you have to understand… everything was crazy. i didn’t want to do it.” dylan started and she knew it sounded awful. swallowing hard, she continued. “dom and i were together when the chaos started. people started coming at us. dom and i took down a few of them… we stopped for a second.” as dylan explained, her mind started going back to the moment. she could see it happening all over again. she could see the look on dom’s face as she realized what had to be done. “dom was stabbed… someone came up behind me and she pushed me out of the way and took the attack herself. it was bad and hit a vital organ. she was able to kiss the guy who did it before i caught her.” dylan paused and looked up at madison, wanting to watch her eyes as she finished the story. “she knew that it was over. she wasn’t going to make it out of there. and she knew if i tried to save her, we’d both be dead. she saved my life. but in the end, she asked me to finish it… to end it so she wouldn’t suffer. i- i didn’t want to do. i begged her to let me take care of her… but we both knew the reality.” dylan pulled out the things out of her pocket, dom’s cap she was wearing and her keys, and held them in front of her. “she gave me her knife and told me to protect you and the other girls. so i had to leave her. that’s when i found daisy in the maze.”

i didn’t want to do it. madison winced at the words. she knew it was the start of dylan telling her she had something to do with dom’s death. the building anxiety she had experienced since dylan asked to talk felt like it hit it’s peak, her leg bouncing so fast her whole body shook. madison squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers pressing into her temples. she didn’t want to hear about this, but she understood that dylan needed to tell her. she was able to hold herself together until hearing about how dom died. her silent tears turned into sobs. she wished dylan would stop talking. the picture she was painting so vivid, and with the image of dom’s dead body burned into her brain madison could practically see the whole scene unfold. dylan continued her explanation while madison cried.  she didn’t want to think about dom knowing she was gonna die. she didn’t want to think about her laying there. she didn’t want to think about dylan killing her, and she most definitely didn’t want to think about the situation being reversed. none of this was anything madison wanted to know. her heart felt like an open wound; she might as well have a hole going right through her chest. and what about dylan? how was she so composed after all of that? for the first time since they left the carnival madison looked up at dylan as she pulled dom’s things out of her pocket—the sight of them only making her more upset. madison rarely cried—and it’s all she could do right now. she didn’t know what to say to dylan. she didn’t know how to react to what she had told her. her head dropped into her hands again as she cried; the atmosphere almost uncomfortable with the difference in how emotional madison was compared to dylan.

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she knew how this looked, dylan with dom’s knife and refusing to say more than a few words about the woman that they all knew was dead now. she knew this was hard for madison. a girl so young, having seen so much chaos. dylan wasn’t a stranger to death and violence. even before she ever took a life herself, dylan great up around violence on the streets. but maidson grew up privileged. the most she had to deal with was a controlling father. she didn’t know what to say to the young girl. dylan didn’t exactly understand feelings or how to deal with them. she could tell madison was on the verge of crying when she looked at the knife. dylan stood up straight, nodding at maidson’s words. but then she spoke again. dylan took a deep breath before taking a step towards the other girl. “i just- i need to tell you what happened…” dylan watched madison closely. she couldn’t wait any longer with madison thinking dylan betrayed them all.

the horror of the night had ended, but it was far from over. madison would have to deal with the aftermath for the rest of her life. losing dom, seeing her body on the ground, being attacked and chased, killing someone. what they experienced was straight out of a movie, and she wished she could flip a switch and forget all about it. but it was real. it had to be dealt with. madison let out a shaky breath at dylan’s words. she had a feeling all night that something wasn’t right with the way dylan was behaving. why she had dom’s knife, and why her answers about the woman were so short and vague. the thought that dylan had something to do with it was enough to make the tears welling in madison’s eyes silently fall down her cheeks. she couldn’t begin to imagine losing dylan too after all of this. madison was so overwhelmed;  her leg bounced anxiously and her hands trembling as her head fell into them. madison could feel dylan’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t bare looking back at the woman. “what did you do?”

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the night from hell finally ended. they were free and could finally put everything behind them. only they couldn’t just forget what happened. they lost dom and dylan felt like it was her fault even if in reality, it wasn’t. dom was trying to save her and dylan needed to do what she did. she knew madison was broken and suspicious of dylan. they didn’t talk the entire drive to dylan’s penthouse. the other woman just stared at the road, eyes glancing down at her blood covered hands from time to time. it almost felt like a dream to be sitting in her car after everything that happened to them. finally, they were at dylan’s, the door locked behind them. she should be going straight to the bathroom to shower off all the blood, but she couldn’t wait any longer. she needed to tell madison what actually happened. and if that meant madison hates her, dylan would accept it. she took out her gun and knife, setting them on the counter in the kitchen. her palms pressed against the cold granite as she leaned against it. “can we talk?” she finally spoke up, not daring to look at the other girl.

madison had been in a haze since finding dom’s body. if it wasn’t for dylan and sabrina she would still be sitting there holding her. she remembers dylan pulling her off of the ground, but not much after that. it still didn’t feel real. this all being a bad dream in the morning would make more sense than what actually happened tonight. madison couldn’t be alone, and even though she had been suspicious of dylan, they silently agreed to stay together. something didn’t sit right with her in the moment she looked back at dylan, but madison could barely think right now—let alone about that. a silent car ride came and past. dylan’s home was oddly comforting after everything they had been through. madison instinctively followed her into the kitchen, sitting in one of the chairs instead of hoisting herself up onto the counter as usual. her eyes drifted to the gun and knife—dom’s favorite knife that dylan had placed down. the same crushing feeling in her chest when she found dom came back. her breathing got rougher, and she didn’t bother to stop the tears pricking her eyes. “i don’t really wanna talk, dylan,” her voice was hoarse and small. madison sighed, remembering the night and how lucky she was to still have dylan here. “what is it?” she asked, despite lacking the energy to deal with a conversation.

jordan, despite having money to buy things she wanted, had a little habit that she picked up as a younger girl. she liked to steal things. it was more the rush that she enjoyed. being able to walk into a place, put something in her pocket and walk out undetected. it was a thrill to her. today was the liquor store to stock up on the ew crew’s liquor cabinet. liam and spike decided to drink the last of the vodka and make another disgusting concoction in the middle of the night again. which meant if jordan didn’t want to deal with their shenanigans sober, she needed to get more. she had just slipped a bottle of vodka into the inside of her jacket when she turned to see someone watching her. “umm i was just holding it, i’m totally going pay in a second.”

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one visit to the bar after everything had happened made madison realize she would rather be stumbling around at home. there were too many people, too many conversations going on at once that drove her insane. she didn’t need the social aspect of bars, just the immense amount of alcohol at her disposure--which she could buy herself and never have to leave dom’s place again. madison had her arms full with bottles. she was staring at one on the bottom shelf, wondering how to pick it up without dropping everything she was holding when the girl standing next to it spoke up. “i really don’t care,” the usual bite in madison’s words wasn’t there. she genuinely just did not care about most things anymore--let alone a stranger stealing a bottle of vodka from a liqour store. “hey, ‘totally gonna pay for this,’” madison called for her attention. “can you grab me that bottle,” she nodded towards it. “the one with the blue cap.” 

“Look, if you wanted some easy lay, i’m really not the one you should be talking to.” Rylan said as she kept her eyes on her beer bottle. She hated being here, but it was the only bar in town that didn’t remind her of everything that she had been losing, as well as the shit that had happened halloween night. The shit show that left the whole town scared and a lot of people dead. However, there was a very annoying patron that wouldn’t leave her alone. “I’m serious, either get lost or it’s not going to end well for you.”

@indulgencerpgstarters​

everything that happened halloween night left madison a shell of who she was before it. she was still here. still breathing and existing, but she didn’t feel like herself anymore. she doubted she ever would again. as much as she didn’t want to be out, if madison spent anymore time staring at the walls in dom’s house they would start talking to her. she found drowning her emotions in alcohol less enjoyable as the two people next to her carried on. if she overheard one more agressive pickup line, or another complaint about those pickup lines she would lose her shit. without words, madison kicked the guy’s chair out from under him. she looked down at him then back up at the woman he had been talking to, “people are fucking creeps in this town.”

rayne was a stripper, so seeing girls strip down was something that was normal to her. that didn’t mean that she didn’t love the way madison undressed for her in the bathroom – the very small bathroom, at that. she stepped closer to her as her eyes trailed over her body, excited by how close to madison she was now that she’d stepped towards her. “i love them. i like this one the most.” she told her, her fingertips trailing gently down her arm before she stopped them at the tattoo of the girls kissing, her eyes drifting back up to meet madison’s before she leaned forward to close the space between their mouths and kiss her. she pulled away slightly, a small grin on her face. “that was better than all of them, though.” she teased.

madison’s eyes followed rayne’s fingers as she trailed them down her arm. a soft smile grew on her lips when she stopped at the piece of two women kissing. it was actually madison’s favorite. their eyes flicked up at the same time and before she knew it their lips were pressed together in a soft kiss. madison had done her fair share of hooking up, but it had felt like a while since someone just kissed her. a quiet chuckle escaped her lips. madison pushed a piece of blonde hair behind the woman’s ear. “you’re cute,” the confidence in her voice contrasted the almost shy expression on her face.