Living After Abortion (Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence Fanfic)

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ONE MONTH LATER

••Maddie's POV••

It's been a month since everything with Nicholas happened.

The police are still looking for him--here, in Hawaii and in California, but I've given up hope.

The paparazzi are going completely insane with the news. I'm always bombarded with questions and I'm not aloud to go anywhere without an adult.

I barely smile, I hardly laugh, and I'm never hungry.

Jen's starting to get worried. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn't want me to think she is, but I can tell.

The police thought it would be best if we moved to a new hotel, in case Nicholas is still around.

Josh has been staying with us, he sleeps on the couch.

I have nightmares almost every night now. Always the same dream.

It starts out as me waking up in bed in the middle of the night, and I get up to get a drink of water.

I'm sitting at the table, sipping my water, when out of nowhere a hand clamps over my mouth and my hands are being duck taped together.

I always try to kick, but it's like I'm paralyzed.

I always try to scream, but nothing ever comes out.

That's when I see I'm in a different room and I'm strapped to a chair. Nicholas comes in and he starts hitting me.

It feels so real.

Then he presses a button and the chair starts electrocuting me and I wake up.

It's always the same dream, and I always wake up at the same part. And I'm always left wondering what's gonna happen next.

"Maddie." I look up at Jen, who's standing over me, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I tap my fingers on the kitchen table.

That's a lie and she knows it.

"Do you want some lunch?" She hands me a bowl of salad.

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat, Maddie." She says sweetly.

"I'm not hungry." I repeat again.

"Just try to eat a few bites, okay?"

To make her happy I pick up a fork and get a mouthful, making me instantly want to throw up.

I repeat this step three more times.

***

I wake to voices coming from the living room of our hotel suite.

Unaware of how I got in my bed or who got me there, I crawl out and creep to the door.

"and I feel like she's so unhappy." I hear Jen's muffled voice say.

"Maybe she just needs more time?" A voice sounding like Jena said.

"Her therapist said that she may need to have more sessions a week, and I'm considering it." She sniffs, "She needs help."

I walk out the door, and the talking stops.

"Hey squirt." Jena says with a small smile.

"Hey." I reply with no emotion.

I walk over to the balcony and look out at the view.

It's beautiful, but I hate it here.

I feel like I'm in a box and everybody is watching me.