The Deep Web

Six.

Madison's Pov.

             There was two minutes before the bell would ring I was so exited. I hate school and don't see it as a place to socialize, I go there, get my work done, go home, and that's it. Ah! Finally the bell! The sweet sound filled my ears as I got up from my desk and went to my locker to get my board. I put my head phones in and played Under My Thumb by Rolling stones, ah what a classic. I ran down to the doors and threw my board on the ground then jumped on it. This is the best moment of my day, the wind passed through my hair as The rolling Stones blasted in my ears, but as all good moments must come to an end this was one of them.

        I felt a force push me making me fall down scraping my left arm in the process. I winced in pain but got up looking for my board. " Bitch" I heard a low toned voice call out urgh Jake. why today. Jake was my bully he would normally punch me until I cried then he would leave but he would always find a word to call me before that. I just took the punches I never fought back, I couldn't. I was strong I could beat Jake up but the fact was that I was on the watch. Jake dragged my to the usually spot behind the school near the old baseball field. I just sat there with the same black stare i always gave him. He punched my in the stomach making me gasp for air. He punched me in the nose making the blood flow down my face, it was on fire blood dripping from my nose my busted open lips quivered and my now black eyes started to farm tears. When he saw a single salty tear leave down my chin he stopped. " What a bitch" he said before leaving his green eyes were always in a daze when he finished beating me up like he didn't know why he was there or doing it.

        I washed up in the girls bathroom before gaping my board out front where i had fell. I placed my ear phones back into my ears and went home. My lip at the corners were purple and had gashes across them, my eyes were purple and black almost fully shut, and my nose wasn't broken but it was crooked a slight. When I got home I opened the door to see the same man as before but with a heavily worried look on his face. " Who did this? Are you okay?" He rushed to me running his thumb down my cheek I backed up not being used to anyone this close to me. He shook his head then looked at me for several moments before leaving. " I couldn't say a word I was to hurt to, but that was weird. I didn't know this man but he looked worried for me which I didn't under stand. I was a stranger and much younger then him, he appeared to be in his 20s but I couldn't really tell. 

       I got upstairs opened my door and slumped o the couch. I dint want to take a shower, cook dinner, clean, or anything else. I was hurt broken and sick of it. I cried. What was I supposed to do? Be filled with  joy? Never. I slowly drifted to sleep with dry tears on my face.

Blakes Pov.

                  She was hurt, I felt the need to hurt whoever hurt her, and heal her. I felt like it was my job to and that was the problem. I am supposed to kidnap her not help her, maybe just on more day I said to myself as I cut the engine. It was about 2 am and I walked into the apartment looking for her door.

           I walked upstairs looking at each door carefully. they were all blue except a black one near the end. " Its right across the black one " the thought came back into my mind when she helped my early that morning. I walked up to the black door twisted the knob without a sound. I was welcomed by the smell of vanilla and Madison laying on the couch sound sleep. I smile at the thought, i just couldn't help it. I walked over to her quietly as I picked her up. This felt so right having her in my arms. I let out a breath and pulled her closer. Her face was beat up and bruised she was in pain I could tell. I took her to the only room with a bed guessing that it was her room. I placed her down genitally but she had a grip on my collard black shirt. I smiled at the sight. She didn't want me to let go and I couldn't bring myself to it so I sat on the chair cradling her. Not to long after that I felt myself drifting a sleep.