Kidnapped By G-Eazy

four

Madilan Jacobs

G just gave the worst news I've ever heard. His people contacted my parents and told them I was 'happy' here and not to worry about me that I would be living with a rich kid for awhile. I'd be taken care of and kept healthy.

This is bullshit. I guess he bought a house so i wouldn't have to leave Florida but still I don't want to live with him.

"We're here Madilan" he says grabbing my arm

"Stop let me put my shoes on" I say to him yanking my arm away from him

I slide my vans on and follow him out of the bus. I'm standing in front of a large house.

"This is where we'll be living. C'mon" he says pulling me inside the door.

I gap at the living room. All black furniture. Sleek. I dig it. G gives me a tour of the house. I'm honestly in love with the house now if I was living with my mom and Daniel then I'd be just peachy.

All black living room. All white kitchen, a mess waiting to happen. The guest rooms are all each a different color and 'our' room is mainly black but has both white and gold accents. The bathroom attached to the master bedroom is done in black marble. It has a his and hers sink with a stand up shower and a Jacuzzi tub. There's a walk-in closet that's litterly the size of my bedroom at home. But I see it as quality over quantity.

All of the clothes that he bought me is already hung up and put away just waiting on me to wear them.

"So what do ya think?" He asks placing his hands on my waist.

"I think you need to keep your grimy paws off of me. I like the house it's chill" I say throwing myself onto the bed with loud sigh.

I feel G removing my shoes "Sit up" he says. I do as told and remove my coat. "I want you to stand up and strip"

"Hell no. This is illegal. I'm not even seventeen yet and you took me without permission." I yell running into the closet.

I pick out some underwear and a sports bra along with a pair of leggings and a Rollin Stones shirt.

"I'm taking a bath you fucking pervert" I mumble as I pass by

"Oh so amongst the large amount of other names you've called me Pervert is now added to the list. " He says grabbing my arm and stopping me from walking in the bathroom

"Yes and I can add many more if you'd like now let me shower" I say jerking away from him and going into the bathroom

I slam the door shut and toss my clothes onto the counter. I remove all my clothes and examine myself in the full length mirror. I'm disgusting. Fat. Ugly. Worthless. Ew. Just ew.

I shake off my thoughts and traces my finger over all the scars on my wrist and I glance at the now infected cuts on my thigh. Well shit

"G?" I call out
"Gerald"
"Yo prick! I need ya for something!. For once" I yell out

"What?" He asks coming to the door.

"I need some peroxide, some alcohol and que tips. Also I need a razor " I give him a list of what I need.

"Razors are under the sink and I'll go look for the other things" he says through the hard wooden door

"Thanks" i say before getting in the shower. I wash my hair and body and quickly shave my legs being carful not to tear open the cuts again.

Apparently I wasn't careful enough. Blood starts running down my leg and I scream.

"Oh fuck" I drop the razor and turn off the water. "G where's the towels?!"

"In the cabinet beside the sink. What happened?" He asks

"Nothing" I say. "Do we have any Band-Aids?"

"For what? Madilan what'd you do?" He asks

"Nothing. I just cut myself shaving. I'm fine" I answer him as I wrap a wash cloth around my leg, tieing it in the front.

I quickly get dressed, well partially dressed, I didn't put pants on. I still have the cloth wrapped around my thigh trying to stop the bleeding.

"Are you okay?" He asks as I walk out of the bathroom without pants on "Where the fuck are your pants? Not that I'm complaining but still"

"I'm bleeding down my leg, not a good idea to just put pants on over a fresh wound" I say "Did you find what I asked for?"

"Yeah it's over there on the dresser" he says pointing to a tray of things

I examine the labels and discover that it's everything i asked for even Band-Aids. I take the test and go and sit on the edge of the bed beside his feet.

He manuevers his way beside me so he can see. I untie the cloth and dab it around the now dried, wound. I take a little bit of alcohol and clean the cut. Next I put peroxide on each infected one before closing them all with a bandaid.

"How long have you done that to yourself?" He asks looking at me

I shrug "It's been awhile"

"Why'd you start?" He asks

"Anymore questions?" I say annoyed

"Answer me" he grits

"I cut myself because of people like you. The people who work for their money and get paid a bunch for doing simple things. My mother worked all her life to support us it's not fair. G she works three jobs at a time to get where she is now. Then all of a sudden one day you decide 'oh I can rap I'mma upload a video' and next thing people know G-Eazy, the rapper of the year or whatever. " I rant "It pisses me off. You pretty much get shit handed to you. I don't. And I don't wish to. I wanna go home." I cry

"Calm down" he shushes me "So you envy people because they have had it better than you. Therefore you hurt yourself physically because you can't be them or be like them?".

"No I envy them because they throw what they have into everyone's faces. Like 'haha I have this and you dont'.." I say

"I think it's time for bed." G says pulling the cover over my body. The silk sheets feel soft against my exposed feet. I put my leggings back on and now am fully clothed

"I'm going to take a shower" he tells me "get some sleep"