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Seize The Day	By : smile Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Each of my eyelashes felt like a heavy piece of steel as I tried to keep my lids from closing. The black coffee in my hands did me no good if I didn’t have the energy to bring the cup to my lips. Why Maddie had insisted on waiting to tell me until everyone was asleep is beyond me. It’s not like they would even care. Not that I care. I’m just curious.

My head bobbed up and down, fading in and out of consciousness. I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep then. I deep and long sigh escaped my lips as I let my eyes shut. But I was only in bliss for a few moments as I heard Maddie whisper loudly, “’Kay they’re all asleep.”

I think I groaned because she smacked my arm and I jolted up. “Do you wanna know?” One hand was on her shoulder and the other held a box of Chips Ahoy cookies. I raised my brow.

“Yes, but why do you have cookies?”

She looked down at the hand that held them. She shrugged. “I dunno, ‘cause they taste good?” I nodded. That was a good enough answer for me.

She slid in the booth next to me and put the box in front of her. She pursed her lips and seemed deep in though. “Y’okay?” I asked. I eyed the cookies, desperately wanting to open them. I should have eaten more at breakfast.

“I’ve never told anyone about me before…” she said in a melancholy sigh. A hand placed on her cheek. She was scared.

“You can tell me,” I said sympathetically rubbing her shoulder. She turned to face me, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. I continued rubbing her shoulder and moved my hand from there to her back, trying to relax her.
“I don’t even know where to start…”

“You could start by telling me why you’re a stripper?” I said. Then a feeling of guilt came over me as she winced at the word.

“I’ll start with my childhood. It’ll lead up to that…” She bit her lip. My eyes were fixated on her. She looked so full of sadness and hurt, nothing like she was when I first met her.

“I was born the youngest of three children in Las Vegas. There was my older brother Caleb, me and my twin brother Nathan.” Ah, so here is this twin I’ve heard so much absolutely nothing about. “My mom was a barmaid at one of the many casino hotels in Vegas and my dad…” She swallowed hard, “He was a drug dealer.”

The look on my face was surprising, I knew, because she blushed and turned away. You can eat those if you want…” she said nodding her head towards the box of cookies. I think I whispered, “I’m fine,” because she continued.

“I don’t know what attracted them to each other. But like I said, my dad’s a horny bastard and my mom was a desperate bitch.” She chuckled trying to lighten the mood. “They hated each other. I can’t remember a day when they weren’t fighting. I don’t even recall them ever exchanging an ‘I love you’. Ever. My dad always beat my mom. In front of us, too.

“Caleb was lucky,” she firmly stated, opening up the box for herself and taking out a round chocolate chip cookie. She took a feeble bite. “He was old enough to get out of that hell-hole we called home.” Her demeanor changed suddenly to that of admiration. “He was such a smart kid. And nice, too. Always helping people. He drove to L.A. to become a surgeon. It’s a wonder he came from my family.

“I guess he couldn’t take anymore of the bullshit. I would have left if I had the chance.

“As soon as Caleb left, though, Nate and I were closer than ever. I really started to appreciate him. Our parents didn’t like either of us, but if they had to choose to throw one of us off a bridge it would be me.” I laughed at that and looked at her, hoping not to have offended her. She smiled and laughed with me. “I was a trouble maker. I always made things harder on my mom than I should have. Nate was the good child.

“But I wanted them to ‘love’ me like they ‘loved’ Nate. So, I copied everything he did when we were little. Nate played with cars; Maddie played with cars. Nate played football; Maddie played football. Nate played guitar; Maddie played guitar.”

So that’s where she got it, I thought. I’m pretty sure there is a slim to none chance of her taking up guitar on her own. Just my impression.

“I couldn’t do everything he did though…” she sighed. “He got good grades. I could never match his. He could play football on the team at school but I couldn’t because well…” She pointed to her chest, “I’m obviously a woman.” I nodded and smirked. Obviously you are, I thought.

“Nate god annoyed though, as any other teenaged guy would. I wasn’t really his twin; I was more like a little sister always tagging along. I was much more immature than him.” Well that’s not hard to believe. “He started to back away from me as we grew older and we became less close. Our bond was ‘broken’ I guess.

“I became more of an individual then. I still kept with the guitar because I had a knack for it. Lots of Vegas show-halls wanted to book me to sing and play. That’s what I did with my weekends and even sometimes during the week. I’d do anything to get out of the house and away from Nate, who was more bitter towards me every day.

“One day out of no where, my dad offs my mom.” My eyes widened. I was stunned that she could say that with such nonchalance. “Don’t know why, don’t really care. But me and Nate were scared shitless. So we ran.

“The day after graduation we drove his car to Orange County to get away from our dad. We got a crappy apartment. We were going to try to find Caleb, but we knew he’d be too ashamed to even associate himself with us. We had to bring in an income somehow, so Nate got a job at a hardware store and I was a waitress and sometimes sang and played on the side for extra cash.

“Nate and I were starting to get back into that brotherly-sisterly bond that we used to have. But we would have fights about meaningless things here and there. It wasn’t really a big deal. Until one night…

“We had the biggest fight we’d ever had. Nate was tired of me copying him. It was mostly because of the guitar. It had been his ‘thing’ and I had ‘stolen’ it from him.” She said the next part in a whisper, “Not trying to be vain or anything, but I was much better than him,” she chuckled. I chuckled back, glad the mood was being enlightened.

“He got so mad at me that he was leaving. He did that from time to time, just went out to a bar, to cool off. I said some stuff I shouldn’t have said and…”
“What did you say?” I asked even though I knew I shouldn’t have.

She looked up at me with tear filled innocent eyes, then blushed and swallowed. She said in a monotone whisper: “You can go drink yourself to death for all I care…”

I pressed my lips together tightly and looked down. I can only guess what came next.

“Nate got drunk at the bar and killed himself in a car accident,” she said through clenched teeth, the tears starting to make their way out of her eyes. Her hands went to cover and wipe them away. “This was just fucking two months ago,” she sobbed into her hands.

My arms instantly wrapped around her and she turned her body into my chest. I let her cry on me, rubbing her back up and down with my hand. “I’m sorry,” she cried into my shirt.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I said. That was a lie. It wasn’t fine. This girl has gone through hell and there was nothing I could say to help her out. I was helpless.

“If would have just let him win, if I didn’t yell at him he’d be here,” she said with erratic breath. I tried to calm her down. She was close up against me and I continued massaging her back. Her crying died down and ultimately ceased. She was now breathing normally.

“You okay, now?” I asked stupidly. Of course she’s not okay, you brainless dumbfuck. She just spilt her whole entire life to you, which seems utterly traumatizing. Yes, she is perfectly fine.

Although, I didn’t get a response. “Maddie?” I asked, slightly moving her body. I turned her face so I could see it. Her eyes were closed. She had actually cried herself to sleep. I didn’t think that was possible. Apparently it was, because she was crying just a second ago and now she’s asleep.

I lifted her off me and held her in my arms bridal style. I walked over to her bunk and gently placed her inside it. Maddie was almost cute when she slept. Actually, she is cute. But only when she’s not talking.

I kid. I guess she’s really not so bad. I had to hand it to her, not a lot of people could go through that childhood and be as sweet and loving as she is.

Knowing her past almost makes me respect her. Key word: almost. I might actually respect her after the show tomorrow. If we can pull off the first show, then the rest will be a breeze. But what if people don’t like the replacement? I know I don’t.

I’m scared for her. I’m scared for us. What happens if Avenged Sevenfold go downhill? I pondered all this while I tried to go to sleep, but suddenly couldn’t as I realized something else: she had never told me why she was a stripper.
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