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𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

TW: MENTION OF SA, DRUGS, VIOLENCE

The tears started flowing as Madeleine sat in that bed of the motel, she had no idea where she was. It wasn't the motel that Sam was living at because she would've recognised the rooms. She winced as she leaned over to grab her phone out of her purse, she unlocked it and a bunch of notifications popped up.

Tana 💗:

Where did you go with Dallas?

Please don't tell me your doing something you'll regret.

Mad, pls text me back

Tommy 😎:

Mads, Satan's freaking out and so am I. Call me back

Finn and Sam saw Wilson's car speeding out the car park, are you with him?

Charlsie 🎀:

Madeleine, you've been gone all night, I need to know you are okay before I call the                          police. Text me okay? I won't be angry x

Charlotte's text was sent less than ten minutes ago, Maddie couldn't think properly but she didn't want the police involved- even she didn't know what had happened. Dallas was talking to her one moment and now she was sitting on this bed in the middle of nowhere.

Madeleine: I'm okay Charl! I left with some friends for an after party and my phone died, see you                          later xx

Her hands shook as she opened her contact list and scrolled. She needed to call someone she could trust- she trusted her siblings but she knew they would immediately call the police. She needed time to figure out what the fuck happened. So she called the girl that she knew would always listen to her.

The phone barely got a chance to ring before she answered.

"Madeleine? Is that you?" Santana asked frantically.

"Yeah-" My own voice shocked me, it was raspy and it hurt to speak.

"Where are you? Are you okay?" She continues, I hear her getting up from bed.

"I-I don't know where I am... I need you to come get me." Maddie's voice cracks as she speaks.

"Okay... Okay. I have your phone tracked so I'm going to come get you okay? I'll be as quick as possible." Santana's voice sent a wave of relief towards Maddie.

Less than twenty minutes later, Santana was at the door. Dallas hadn't even bothered to lock it after he had ran off. Santana threw open the door and gasped at the girl, she was curled up on the bed and shaking uncontrollably. Santana slowly walked towards her and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Can I sit with you?" She whispers.

Madeleine nods through the sobs, Santana cautiously crawled up next to the small girl and wrapped her arms around her, she sobbed and sobbed into her neck. Santana stroked her hair and placed light kisses on her neck and jaw. This breakdown wasn't the same as anything Madeleine had experienced, she wasn't calming down and she was getting more and more worked up.

"I am here okay? We can take all the time you need, but when or if you are ready to talk. I will be right here." Santana says softly.

After an hour, Madeleine lifted her head from Santana's neck. The Latina carefully wiped away her tears and gave her the most sincere smile she could conjure up.

"I-I drank his punch. H-He roofied me." Madeleine stutters placing her hands in her face.

"He is never going to touch you again. I will never let anyone get near you okay? I am here and you are safe." Santana whispers.