Different

Part 5

Maddie's POV :

Suddenly I feel someone touching my shoulder. For some reason I don't think this is a kidnapper, but I know I can't know for sure, so I immediately switch into defense-mode.

Michael's POV :

There she sits, she looks sad, very sad. Wait...what is she doing ? Oh, she's grabbing her bag and now she is... crying ?

Poor thing, I have to help her, maybe I can gain her trust when I show her that I don't mean any harm.

I make my way over to her. I gently touch her shoulder and before I can react...

I'm being pinned to the ground, she's sitting on top of me and I feel something cold against my neck. Is this ... a knife ???

"Just for your information, I had a rough day and I don't mind to take it out on you.
. If you even try to touch me again it's not going to end pretty for you." She threatens me.

I don't say anything, I'm too shocked, how did she do that ?

"Who are you?" She asks me rather calmly.

I take a deep breath before answering.

"I-I'm Michael, from the hospital." I stutter.

"OMG Michael?"

She instantly gets up from me and reaches her hand out for me to take it. I accept the offer and she helps me up.

"I'm so so sorry, I promise I didn't know it was you."

I'm still feeling a bit overwhelmed, but I try to play it cool.

"It's ok."

I take a few deep breaths in order to calm me down.

"How did you do that?" I ask her stunned.

"It's a long story, but once someone tried to kidnap me, I ran away just in time, but since this day I practise moves like that, so I'm able to protect myself." She explains like this whole situation was common to her.

"But still, how did you bring me to the ground that fast ?"

"Basically I just twisted your arm, then I used my leg to kick you in the leg, so you fell to the ground, then I jumped on top of you, pulled out my knife and then I held it against your neck. It's easy, but effective at the same time."

She looks at me in a weird way.

Wait, does she recognize who I am ? I hope not...

"Why are you wearing a disguise?" She asks me curiously.

"Whaaat? What do you mean? I'm not wearing a disguise, why would I?" I chuckle nervously. Ok, maybe that wasn't the best lie, but I couldn't think of anything that fast.

My brain is too slow for that...

"Yes you are. I mean, you have shades on, a surgical mask and your fedora almost reaches down to your eyes. Also, your stomach looks bigger than last time, it's not a big difference, but it's visible and I don't think that you gained weight that fast, because if you gained weight, you would look bigger in general, but it's only your stomach area that increased." She tells me while cocking one brow.

Shit, I forgot how smart she is.

"Ok, ok, I'm wearing a disguise."

"Why? If you don't mind me asking."

"I'm afraid I can't tell you."

"Well, it's your choice, you don't have too."

She nervously looks at the bag which still lies on the bench. What could be inside a bag that made her cry ? I have no clue.