Kidnapped By G-Eazy

sixteen

Madilan Jacobs

"G, stop being such an ass!" i yell at him as he walks into the kitchen away me and our conversation. let me fill you in a bit, Liam and i got home and i changed into a thong and an oversized shirt, G's shirt actually. im fully covered, well atleast my ass is. my tattoos out and uncovered, which is why G's being such a douche about it.

"I dont care if you like im an ass right now, Madilan! You never fucking told me you were getting a tattoo!" he turns around and yells. i followed him into the kitchen and stopped when he did

"I shouldnt have to fucking tell you what i do to my body! its my fucking body, for gods sake!" i scream back
"I don't give a fuck, if you wanted a tattoo, especially one that fucking big and placed right there, you could've at least let me know!" He continues

"What the fuck ever!"I say throwing a water bottle and running up the stairs. I didn't mean to throw the bottle, it just kinda happened

I slam the bedroom door and lock myself in the closet. I pull out a duffle bag and begin filling it with clothes. I hear G's heavy steps stomping up the staircase. Pulling shirts off of hangers and tossing panties and socks into my bag, I finish packing it by shoving some of the unopened bags from my online orders inside. I zip it shut just as G starts beating on the closet door.

"Fuck off" I sniffle out slipping a pair of black leggings up my legs and onto my hips

"Madilan, come on" he sighs "stop acting like a fucking child!"

"Suck my dick" I say tearing his shirt off my body and throwing it across the closet. I grab my boobs and hold them to my chest as I look for a hoodie, my hoodie.

"I'm serious, Madilan! Unlock the fucking door and stop being a child!" He yells

"I am technically still a fucking child!" I scream back

He chuckles "You ain't wrong"

I roll my eyes and pull my cropped hello kitty hoodie on. I forgot to put on a bra. Fuck.

"You have five minutes. Calm yourself down then get the fuck out of the damn closet and come and talk to me" he says slamming his fist against the door. I flinch at the sound but calm myself down. I hear the bedroom door open and close. He must've left.

I put on a pair of socks and slip my adidas superstars onto my feet. I pick up a smaller backpack and open the closet, running into the bathroom. I fill the backpack with my hairbrush, toothbrush and other necessities. When I'm done I put a pair of black vans and my Gucci slides into big pocket.

I open the window quietly and look down. The roof from the first floor extends out a bit then about ten feet down is the ground. I can do it.

I hear the floor creak outside the door and my heart starts racing. Grabbing my bags, I climb out the window. The cool night air fans my face and exposed stomach. I take large steps to the edge and look down. Taking a deep breath I toss the bags off and then slowly lower my bottom half off, when I'm literally dangling off the roof, I drop to my feet.

I did it. I'm out.

"Madilan?!" G yells

Oh fuck.

I pick up the bags and take off running. I run around to front of the house and take off down the driveway. Cars pass by me and I don't bother trying to get one to stop.

A few house down I find Spencer's house and make my way up to his door. I knock fast and loudly to make sure I get his attention.

"Hell- Madilan?"

"Hi Spenc" I say pushing myself past him. "I need your help"

"Babeeee," a voice drags out "Who is it?"

I turn around and lock eyes with Christina Johnson, I've always hated her.

"Really Spencer? You've got to be fucking kidding me" I exclaim throwing my hands around

"Why the fuck is she here" the bitch asks

"None of your fucking business, hoe. Now be gone thot" I say shoeing her away

"Madilan, come with me. Chris, go somewhere" he says grabbing my hand and pulling me with him to the living room.

"Your standards are pretty fucking low" I say

"Shut up" he snaps causing me to jump "now what do you need help with?"

"I ran away from G again, but for good this time. Help me get out of town, please" I pretty much beg

"Uh fuck, do you have any money on you?" He asks

"All I have is his credit card but he can track transactions and shit" I say pulling it out of my phone case.

"We'll go to an atm. Cmon" I follow him to his garage "Aye Chris I'll be back later there's some things I gotta do" he yells before shutting the door and unlocking Mercedes Benz.

Benz. Liam! Oh my gosh Liam. I'm gonna miss him.

"Where exactly are you wanting to go?" He asks me backing out of the garage.

"Anywhere but here" I say "Canada sounds nice"

He chuckles "You'd freeze to death in Canada. You have his card, take out a couple thousands and head to the islands or something Mads"

"That actually doesn't sound too bad" I say to him.

"Why caused you guys to fight this time?"

"I got a tattoo. A really big tattoo" I tell him.

"Oh lemme see" he says glancing at me

I pull my leggings off my ass and down to my knees then sit up and lean towards him. He stops the car because of a red light and looks at my tattoo.

"That's beautiful"

"Thanks. Lights green bud" I tell him as I pull my pants back up

He pulls into a bank with a 24hr atm outside. He drives right up next to it and I hand him the card.

"It only gives a hundred at a time. Like that's the biggest bill" he tells me

"Give me twenty of them" I tell him. Two thousand dollars should get me a flight to Hawaii and should get me a hotel for a few nights. Then I'll just be broke and homeless unless I find a job.

He hands me the card back and then a stack of cash. Awesome.

Spencer drives me to the airport and I buy a ticket for the closet flight to Hawaii. It leaves in an hour. I separated my bags and put a clean change of clothes in my backpack and switch my shoes to the duffel bag. I put on my vans and put the superstars in the bag instead.

"Flight 216 to Hawaii is boarding now" a voice says over the intercom. I make my way to the terminal and get onto the plane. This is crazy.