You're perfect to me (Vic Fuentes fanfic)

Why me?

Rick POV

"Cmon man please, I had no clue she escaped, I just rocked up with that vic guy and she wasn't there, then he beat me half to death" he looked up at me, a sympathetic look spread across his whole face

"Well where is she?" I asked

"Uh-uh"

I then punched him, hoping he'd come up with the answer quicker

"Where the fuck is she?" I demanded for the last time

"I-I don't know"

"You don't fucking know?! I gave you one job, I gave you one fucking job Ethan" that was it, this kid wasn't to be trusted and he needed to be taught a lesson.

Without hesitation, I swung my wrist and with one clean hit, he was knocked straight out.

"Boss boss!" The door swung open and the two douchebags that work for me came rushing in panting like dogs.

"And where the fuck have you two been?" I furrowed my eyebrows

"There's a problem" they both looked at the ground

Taking a step towards them I cautiously asked "what kind of problem?"

"Your daughter, uh-madi well sh-she's dead"
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Ethan POV

just like old times.

I woke up to sound of traffic right left and centre, the birds chirping and the cold breeze engulfing any warmth I had left in my body, I'm used to it though, waking up on the streets, where everyone is too busy with there own lives to just take one look at humanity, and then maybe just maybe they might second glance at what's actually going on around them.

It's not all bad.
I mean you do a lot of sight seeing...

Who am I kidding?

it's horrible.

You wake up everyday either freezing your ass off or wondering how long it'll take for you to die of starvation, not even having a blanket, hugging yourself so tight just to feel a little bit warm, but still no matter what you do, if you live on the streets, it's automatically your fault, society has made it that way, judging our 'life styles' by where we live, and in this case it's on the footpaths, or the playground and parks, and that right there is the reason why no one gives a damn, because it was 'our choice'...

yeah right.

Even though I had a 'home' for a while, it looks like It's back to the streets for me considering I have no bloody idea where I am and the last thing I remember was be knocked out cold.

I mean I wouldn't call it a home, it was more of a 'place to live until I get my shit together' basically an over abusive, drunk and hatred-filled father recruiting anyone to help him put his helpless daughter through complete hell, and I was apparently supposed to play along with it.

And I didn't.

So he did the one thing I was afraid of most, sent me back out into 'the big bad world'

Alone.

And so was madi, she was alone, if she wasn't dead, I honestly have no idea where she is, and to be honest it's kind of killing me.

I know it's stupid, I only knew her for a little over a month, not even knew, just met her I guess, but I felt something and it kept getting stronger and stronger each day and all I wanted was her to be safe so I tried to help her boyfriend find her, but that backfired. Obviously.

Everyday when the other two went out to do whatever it is that they do, I ran her a warm bath, cleaned up her cuts, scratches and bruises, washed her hair, and made her feel like herself again, even if it was the tiniest bit.

Everyday.

I did that for her everyday, I even made her a cup of her favourite tea, english breakfast she told me, and let her catch up on her favourite shows every once in a while, but still she showed no interest in me at all, smiling slightly saying thank you, and every night, she would scream the same words in her sleep

Vic

That came with a consequence though, every single time she was woken up and beat until she could hardly move, but still every night she yearned for him, and every morning she would have tear-stained eyes and numb hands from punching at the wall too much or caving her own head in, screaming for the voices to go away, I couldn't help but feel compassion and regret, she was mentally destroyed, fighting her own demons every second of the day

And yet no one cared.

Except me.

But I was and am nothing to her, like I'll always be.

I snapped back into reality and took a look around myself,

Disgusting.

Humanity. It's disgusting.
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Madi POV

Usually there would be something
thrilling about walking around the street at night, being alone everywhere you stood, but when your battered and bruised, sore and tired, it's not the same.

I don't know what time it was but no one was around

Luckily.

What would people think If they saw a girl with bruises all over her body and cuts all up her arms?

I was determined to make my way to the hospital, one thought stuck in my head while I was walking, I wouldn't have had to do all this if everything went the way i planned.

I wanted to die.

Like I was ready to go, I was at peace with myself and my decision, I was at peace with what was going on around myself, I was so ready to do it, ready to leave this filthy place.

Of course that didn't work out though, instead I laid there in indescribable pain, covering my gaping wrists, trying not to make a sound, not even the smallest whimper and having to hold my breath pretending I was dead while being thrown into a random trash can.

What a night.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I wasn't going to make it to the hospital, my arms were feeling heavy, almost as if they were going to fall off and I knew that my legs couldn't take it anymore, I needed to stop walking before I end up not being able to walk at all, I was physically to weak and the thought of trying to explain this whole situation made my blood boil.
Instead I looked around, trying to figure out where I was going to go, more than anything I wanted to be home, to be in vic's arms, having him hold me close while softly singing to me as I fell asleep, gosh I miss him so much, a tear rolled down my cheek but I took a deep breath and continued on the task ahead, nothing looked familiar, street after street after street of the same looking apartments, until eventually one paticular one stood out to me, slowly I made my way up to the door and pressed the doorbell, trying to keep myself on my feet, I grabbed the nearest thing to steady myself but my legs gave way and I collapsed onto the cold cement.

The wooden door slowly opened.

"Madi?"
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