Madison sat crouched on the floor of her small motel room, her hands placed tightly over her ears in an attempt to block out the distant sounds of the hoarded paparazzi who still swarmed outside her room actually, asking for her reappearance. Her hands pressed harder over her ears as she sobbed, the residue of tears at the back of her eyes falling down helplessly, she kept hoping for someone to come take her away from all of this misery. She was already fed up with the series of unending challenges she had to face, but now it only worsened by the day. She just wanted it all to end. She was tired of everything. As she shut her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her face, she continued crying, pouring out her pain so seriously that she didn’t even hear the door of her room swing open, until a very familiar husky called out, “Madison!" Alvarez… She looked up seeing him barge in, panic and worry visible on his face, and quickly she scrambled up to her feet the moment she saw him. "Al-Alvarez…" She broke down sobbing and falling into his firm grip. "God, what happened? Paparazzi… I see paparazzo outside and…? What happened damn?" She cleared her throat, managing to wipe some of the tears away before she could speak, "The motel manager and some of the receptionists tipped the media off. I saw them counting a stack of bills on my way back in. Seems they sold me of and I just can't even…I—I can't explain the shock that I felt…they kept asking so many questions, it flooded my brains, Alvarez." She paused to catch her breath as she felt her throat tighten even worse than it initially was, "There was a m-magazine too…I was on the front page. Everyone is talking about m-me… They are all saying harsh things about me. They are…” Stuttering, her face still dripping wet, Madison clutched hard as her chest when she remembered the reporter who had asked about Damien. All she wanted was to move on and forget him, but like always he kept on popping up indirectly in her head. "I'm so tired…I'm tired—" "Shhh—" Alvarez cooed, pulling her into a tight hug before she could say more. Embittered by her situation, she continued to sob into his shirt, words failing her for some time."It's okay, Madison. It's okay…" He mumbled reassuringly, his hold on her and never letting go of her. He was also rubbing her back, and he kept on urging on, “Let it all out. I am here for you, okay?” Nodding, still burying her face in his chest, she was so grateful for his embrace and he let her cry for a while, before pulling her face up, and making her look at him. Still comforting her, he wiped her tear-stained face, pulling her hair which was now damp from away from her face. When she had calmed down, he helped her down into a chair and not even saying another word, she watched as he began to move around the room, grabbing every strange item that belonged to her and piling them into the small suitcase she had. She tried to protest, mouth open already wanting to ask what he was doing, but he stopped her by raising his hand, "You are in no condition to say do anything right now. Okay? I'll take care of it." She eventually nodded, grateful to have Alvarez back again in her life. She had called, and he had arrived already understanding the situation without asking much questions. He was basically her only friend, and although he had work and other things to do, he had come running to her aid, and she was forever grateful for that. She had no idea how to repay him back, and at the thought a tear slid down her face shamelessly, but she sniffed it back straightening herself instantly. Soon he was done packing, and extending his arm, he said softly, "Come on." Madison took his arm without hesitation, not saying anything as they walked out of the room into the empty corridor, and she heaved a huge sigh of relief, thinking that they had left but she was soon put to shock, because as they neared the motel exit, her eyes widened in shock. They were still waiting for her, and now it was worse because it seemed like the number of paparazzi had increased by ten. The fear, humiliation and exhaustion from facing them the first time resurfaced, and she felt tears sting the back of her eyes. She couldn't do this. She couldn't, and she was going to break down. She could feel it, and just before she could do something embarrassing, Alvarez clutched her hand in his, pulling her behind him leading them straight out of the door. Her breath hitched, when they were attacked by the questions and cameras flashing. "Sir, are you in any way related to her?""Is this your boyfriend?" "Any comments on your involvement with Damien Daniels?" That name again... Fresh tears began to stream down her face as she held on tightly to Alvarez, who easily made his way through the crowd with his huge form, using his body to try to shield her from the cameras. Eventually after much struggle, they made it to his car, and Madison settling into the passenger seat tried to wipe the tears from her face. She was still busy cleaning her face, when Alvarez reached out to squeeze her hand reassuringly. "I'm so sorry, Madison. I'm really sorry. You don't deserve any of this…" As he spoke, she could hear the pain in his voice, and that offered some kind of comfort to say the least. At least someone truly cared about her, but still it didn't stop the tears from falling. "I have nowhere to go…now the paparazzi are after me as well. I have no idea what to do… I…” She buried her face in her hands, her mind racing as she began to calculate the amount of money she had in her purse. It wouldn't take her anywhere. It wouldn’t even buy her a full meal for dinner. "Come home with me.” She heard Alvarez say all of a sudden, and she gasped out loud. She turned in shock, facing him with wide eyes, "W-what?" "I know how you must feel bad about all of this, and you wouldn’t want to come but it’s okay. Also my wife won't mind. You can stay for as long as you need. At least, just until you find somewhere else to go. Or until you go back to London…" Madison shook her head vigorously, the negative answer on her lips already springing forth. There was no way she could accept this. She had already taken enough from him, and it was enough. Besides there was no way she would also intrude into his home, and stay there invading in his privacy and that of his family. That wasn't fair to him, and her too. She had suffered enough shame already, vowing within herself to pay back every penny he had given her, although he had said there was no need to. Her face reddened in embarrassment as she remembered all the favors she had accepted from him, her chest tightening too.But no. Not again, Madison wouldn’t accept this. "I'm grateful for your offer, Alvarez. I really am. But I'm sorry I can't. I can't accept it. I'll sort things out myse—" "Madison…” He called gently. "You have nowhere to go. I'm your best friend. I'd rather have you in my house where I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're truly okay than let you go out there on the streets. It's dangerous okay, just think about it…. please let me help you. Please…" She said nothing, looking down at her hands. She knew Alvarez only had her best interest at heart but it still hurt. She was tired of being this person, of being such a leech. Blinking her eyes still, Madison couldn’t ignore the fact that as much as she wanted to keep her pride intact, he was still right. He had plainly told her that she had nowhere to go. She had no money too, and even if she did, she was still afraid of lodging in a motel because of the paparazzi. "I beg you. This one time…please…" Another tear escaping her eyes, Madison continued to fiddle with her hands as her thoughts ran wild.