Before I Fall

Killing His Kindness

MARGOS POV:

I wait. That's what I've been doing for the past days.... or is it weeks? I wait. For Uriah to find me, for people to realize that I'm gone.

I just wonder how long it's been.

He feeds me. But he doesn't feed me just random items of food, like you would read in the newspaper of someone being kidnaped for a year, but he gives me steak, pasta- real food. He asked if I'm okay. Like he really cares about my health. Or my happiness. I haven't talked to Uriah, because I'm afraid the man would hear me. He gives me blankets and a pillow. There's a fireplace down here, so he makes me a fire when I get cold.

Why is he being so nice to me? 

I've always wondered why.

My phone rings. I panic and pick it up.

"H-Hello?" I whisper.

"Margo. Margo, are you okay?" It's Uriah.

"I'm fine Uriah. He's feeding me. He's taking care of me, making sure I don't get sick." I say quietly.

"Margo, you've been gone for two weeks. Your parents called the authorities, and there's a search party for you. I told them that he has a black ford van, but it doesn't help a lot. Are you sure you're okay?" He worriedly asked.

"I'm fine. Just-" But I get interrupted by the sounds of stairs creaking. He's coming.

"Who are you talking to?" He said loudly.

"Who is that? Is that him?" Uriah shouts.

The man walked up to me, and he knocks the phone out of my hand. "Why!? Why are you talking to someone!? Who the heck are you talking to?!!" He demands.

"No, please. I'm sorry, please I promise-" I stutter.

"After all that I've done for you, after I took care of you, feed you, kept you warm, this is how you treat me? By bailing me out to some boy? You son of a-" he stops.

He hits me.

Twice.

Three times. In the face.

I whimper, and he stops.

"Oh. Oh God. Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Oh, oh God. Please- please don't cry. I'm sorry- I'm so sorry." He turns around and runs upstairs, hands covering his eyes. "Oh God." I hear him say.

Even though the pain subsides, I am still hurt. Scared.

CHARLIES POV: 

I look down, and I realize what I've done. She's whimpering, curled in a ball. She's crying.

"Oh.  Oh God, I'm so sorry. Oh, oh God. Please- please don't cry. I'm sorry- I'm so sorry." I stutter.

I rush upstairs,shocked at what I've done. Why am I like this? Why am I this way?

What have I done?

I can hear her sobbing downstairs, and it breaks my heart. I hate this. I hate that I love her. I hate that she holds my sanity, that she holds my heart. What's wrong with me?

URIAHS POV: 

I hear her phone being hit and thrown across the room. I hear shouting. And then hitting and crying. I hear someone asking her to not cry.

"Margo? Margo, are you there?"I ask quietly.

But all I hear is silence.