A Far Cry from Normal

8: Maddox

I open my eyes and my vision blur's clear. I lift my head up off my shoulder, my legs sprawl out in front of me and I try to get up. I sharp pain emerges from my side. I grin my teeth in agony and look over at a puddle of blood surrounding me.

The right side of shirt stains red, I bang my head against the back wall, look up, and tug the chains latched onto my wrists.

Fuck.

I lower my eye and notice the door. It's open?

Fuck!

I move my chains again and say, "Hello?" in excitement.

I shouldn't be surprised by the fact no one responded. In fact, I don't even know when I tried let alone got excited b

"Hello?" I hear a deep and unknown voice echoing down the hall.

I debate weather or not I should respond. What would happen if this could be my way out? I'd get out. What would happen if it was a guard? Nothing that hasn't happened to me already.

"Over here!" I say just below a yell.

Footsteps echo down the hall as anxiety grows within me. I look up and see the outline of a muscular build in the doorway. Well, I don't see a taser. Or any gun holsters, and no padding.

Who are you?

"Who are you and why are you tied to a wall?" The voice slowly says.

"My name is Aelin and I've been here for way too long. I tried to leave so they chained me to a wall. Again. Your our turn." I say firmly. Honestly I dint care what people know about me now. Theirs no point in keeping personal information personal anymore. I have no life and nothing to hide.

"My names Maddox. I don't know how long I've been here. I woke up and my door was open so I walked out and saw guards on the floor. I heard someone say hello, so here I am." The guy says.

I silently nod. "Well then Max-"

"Maddox." He interrupts.

"Maddox. What do you say, unlock me from these chains and we can get the hell out of here." I reply.

"How did I know I can trust you?" Maddox says.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I say back.

"You don't."

"Then I guess you've got your answer. Get the keys will you, they should be somewhere on the guard in front of my door."

I watch as the outline moves out of view and back again. He stands up making keys jingle.

Ahhh. I never thought I cloud love something so simple.

He walks over but I still can't see his face. It must be late. The only times the lights are off in my room are when it's past lights out or very early in the morning. I know it's not morning though because the skylight behind me has no light emerging from it.

"Got em. Let me see your wrists." Maddox says softly.

I lift them up and he quickly unlocks them. At first I struggle to get up, but then he reaches his hand out. "Need help?"

I roll my eyes and grab a hold of his hand. I hesitate at first though. I don't even remember the last time I even had a real conversation with someone let alone touched someone.

"You Okay?" He asks lifting me up.

"Fine." I quickly respond.

"You don't look like it." He lets go of my hand I immediately know I can't do it. After a while, you begin to REALLY get to know your body, it's just a side effect of being locked in a room with yourself and only yourself. I know something's wrong. First off, it feels like my insides have been blended into a slime. Second, I feel like I don't have any ribs but at the same time I feel like they are only thing their. I feel like I can't even stand, like I don't have anything holding me up.

Shit!

That's when it happens. My legs give out and I can see the floor coming closer, and closer, and closer to my face-even in this light.

Then I stop. "Yeah your not fine."

He caught me?

I look up at him but still can't see anything. Nothing. "Thanks."

"No problem. Come here." He puts my arm around his muscular shoulder and his arm around my shoulders. Then we walk. Well he walks, I slowly limp behind for the pain in my side is too overbearing.

We reach the light. The exit. I stop and turn around looking at the room I grew up in. The room I was locked in for so much of my life. The only thing I knew I had. This room I knew as hell was the only thing that was mine. My small uncomfortable bed, my little table and chair, my bathroom. As much as I wanted to leave it, I didn't know what life would be like without it. I hated it, but it was my home.

Either way, home or not home, I had to go. I had to get out of here and leave. For good? After that, revenge.

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