Madness (Completed)

Maddie

Maddie sighs heavily and sits on the ground in front of me before she even says a word.
"Start from the beginning." I repeat myself.
"Okay. Please don't judge me until the end, I had my reasons for doing things and I regret most of them now." Maddie tells me in a voice full of sadness.
"I won't, after all, I'm pregnant at the age of 17. I've literally become my worst nightmare." I chuckle to her, trying to change the mood but failing.
"Okay... Here we go." Maddie pauses.
"When I was in highschool, I was popular. I had tons of friends that would all fight over who could sit next to me. I loved the attention, I constantly had a boyfriend, even if it was the same guy two weeks later. Guys just clambered all over me, just to sit close to me. That was, until I met this one guy. He was new in school and was named Ian. Of course, as soon as I saw him I just thought of him as a new hunk that would be interested in me. But... He wasn't. He didn't even look at me, he didn't even care about who I was. It drove me insane. One day, I told my friend to get him interested and he just said for me to come over. Being the stupid teen I was, I went to his house. But when I got inside it felt... Weird, wrong, just bad news. He lead me downstairs to his basement because he said he had a cool garage full of fancy cars. Once again, I was stupid and I followed him down. But there was no garage or any cars, there was a dungeon down there. It had cages with torture devices strewn around the room. I tried to run, but he knocked me out and locked me into one of the cells. He tortured me every day for what seemed like months. I had been trying to find a way to leave for weeks and then I finally found a way to escape. I had left the dungeon a few days later and ran out the door. I saw missing posters for myself all over the place and people looking from house to house for me. I ran back to my house and I was finally safe... That was... Until he started threatening me and my family in letters and over social media. I constantly kept my boyfriends near me, just out of my own horror from what happened to me. When the apocalypse started, I was with Emmet and he had protected me. Because when this all started... Ian was just standing outside my house with a fee others. They kidnapped me and tortured me for weeks, until Emmet came and rescued me. He had killed so many just to find me again, and I was so happy. I was so relieved. I have felt safe with Emmet ever since and I won't ever leave him. That's why I'm so terrified, because I know it's him writing all those signs for me. He just wants to kidnap me again, and I don't know why... But that's my story... That's who I've been running from." Maddie concludes her story to me, with small tear stains on her cheeks and under her eyes from telling the story. Fear can do strange things to people, it does different thing to different people and it affects Maddie in a very extreme way.
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that. No one deserves to go through any of that." I say, knowing how awful it really is to be kidnapped, but nothing like what she had decribed.
"Thank you. But that is why I need to leave, I don't stay in one place very long and we need to head out of here soon that way-" I cut off Maddie.
"No, we are going to protect you and Emmet. He isn't going to find us just because we are here for a little while longer. And I can't walk if I wanted to, and Jack isn't strong enough. We might be able to go to a different shelter near here, but we can't get out on the road... Not yet." I tell Maddie, knowing that every word I said was true for us. Maddie sighs heavily and nods.
"I know. I guess we'll wait. And I never properly congratulated you on your pregnancy. I think it will be a great thing for us and I'll be glad to help you all." Maddie gushes to me in a very sweet tone.
"Thank you, I'll call the guys back inside." I tell Maddie, pausing before I do so. Maddie nods and I call for the guys to come back. I see Bob and Wade carrying Jack, who is yelping in pain at their actions run inside the building placing him on the couch once more.
"Can you please stop whining?" Bob questions him as he takes in a deep breath.
"Hey! You're not the one who's being dragged around with a bullet wound!" Jack yells at him angrily.
"Kids! Stop fighting!" I shout at them. I then feel a pair of hands rub my shoulders lightly and I turn my head.
"Well, hello there handsome." I say to Mark in a loving way as he continues to rub my shoulders.
"Hello gorgeous, how are you feeling?" Mark questions me in a loving way.
"Tired... And like I'm going to throw up." I confess, feeling my stomach churn in a very sickening way.
"Do you need a bucket or something my lovely lady?" Mark asks in a concerned, yet very sweet tone.
"Maybe. Actually, probably. Actually, yes... Hurry... Morning sickness." I say rushing through my answers.
"I'll be back in a second." Mark tells me, letting go of my shoulders and walking away from me to get something for me to throw up in. I try to hold in my puke, but the taste gets in my mouth which is one if the most disgusting things I've ever tasted. Mark comes back holding a small, metal bucket and places it in my lap. I instantly let my mouth release into the cold metal. Mark rubs my back soothingly, but I continue to let out the disgusting liquid that has suddenly appeared on my stomach. Once I'm done, I just lean my head over the bucket in relief that the moment is finally over. Mark rubs my back in a comforting way, that is one of the best things in my life right now, just Marks existence.
"You okay?" He asks me once I finally feel myself stop throwing up.
"Yeah... I think so." I say through exhausted breaths coming into my lungs.
"Good, just remember that I'll be here if you need anything. I'm gonna get this out if your way real quick." Mark says, reaching over my shoulder and taking the bucket into his hand. He walks outside carrying it, probably dumping it somewhere outside. Mark then walks back and sits on the ground in front of me. I run my fingers through his hair in a comforting way and close my eyes to rest them. With my other hand, I feel where I got shot and flinch ad I do so. It is still very sore and hurts just to touch. This healing process is gonna suck. Oh well, at least I'll have Mark by my side the entire time. To help me through everything and protect me from everything we might encounter.