Save Me From The Last Dance
Why Me?
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Maddison's POV:
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I woke up to find myself in a different atmosphere; I couldn’t even talk or yell because my mouth was taped down. My hands were handcuffed to the front seat, so clearly I wasn’t able to run away or scream for help. How was it possible that she recovered? How was she able to find me again!? Dear lord I beg you if I am going to die now, please just make me see Zayn for the last time… She came up to car and unlocked the door. “Do you like the car? I just snatched it; make yourself comfy kid, we have a long drive." HOW ON EARTH COULD SHE SMIRK AT ME RIGHT NOW! I DON’T KNOW WHAT MORE DOES SHE WANT FROM ME! WHY CAN’T YOU LET ME LIVE MELROSE WHY!?!
She drove fast, and to my shock I didn’t even notice that she became familiar with the streets of Derby; this woman is what I fear the most from this earth. I guess I cried a lot to the extreme where I dozed off on the road; clearly now we reached London again. It was a matter of time till she reached a hotel. She unlocked the handcuffs and as she spoke: “You better act normal, and unsuspicious; or else you can kiss your goody two shoed boy friend goodbye. You know I’m crazy and capable of doing anything I want, so remove that dull face and walk out.” My heart stopped once she threatened me to hurt Zayn. OH NO YOU WILL NOT!! KILL ME AND DON’T TOUCH A HAIR FROM HIS HEAD!! I’M THE ONE YOU WANT!! LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!!! I did as she told me after she removed her hand from her jacket pocket, to show me what was that heavy object held up to my head; it was a silver gun. I shivered and I walked out in front of her as she pushed me to the elevator and pressed a button. “Who would have said that one day you will be a social elite? Hah! You’ll always be the trash of the actual trash…” She scoffed each word and I cried deeper with my head pointing low. How much will this last? Will I survive her mockery and deathful words?
She unlocked the door, and dove me inside with her elbow like I was some kind of a farm animal. She pulled up a wooden chair and demanded me to sit on it, with her finger pointing silently and her eyes that were shooting flammable arrows at me. I was so scared, and all I wanted now was for a miracle to be rescued. She started walking in slow motion around the chair I was seated on; until she opened her mouth and spoke. “We need to leave by night; I’ll drive you to prince charming’s place to pick all your stuff. Oh … which reminds me (Her voice tone sounded evil all of a sudden and sneaky at the same time) you need to do one thing before we leave… You will write him a letter and you will make sure to explain to him that you decided to go back to live in LA. It has to look like you did what you personally wanted; you know what? Don’t write it, I’ll do that now…” I don’t know when, but I felt my tears pouring in massive amounts silently as she headed to her drawer and she took a piece of paper and a pen.
Ok Maddison think, what can you do that will help you now? Oh…My…God; MY PHONE!!! WHERE IS MY PHONE!!!? I slid my hands slowly in my short’s pockets and I found it; I didn’t dare to pick it up and reveal its existence in front of her. I kept my hand on top of my pocket resting casually, while my undertaker wrote down the letter to my only love… Wait a minute!! My stuff are at Granny’s house! Ok so if she takes me there I will manage to go upstairs and write another note and throw this one! Then If they wanted to contact me I’ll text them to just message and never call!! Brilliant!! Granny, My friends, Zayn! I’m coming back just give me some time, and God please make this work…!
Maddison's POV:
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I woke up to find myself in a different atmosphere; I couldn’t even talk or yell because my mouth was taped down. My hands were handcuffed to the front seat, so clearly I wasn’t able to run away or scream for help. How was it possible that she recovered? How was she able to find me again!? Dear lord I beg you if I am going to die now, please just make me see Zayn for the last time… She came up to car and unlocked the door. “Do you like the car? I just snatched it; make yourself comfy kid, we have a long drive." HOW ON EARTH COULD SHE SMIRK AT ME RIGHT NOW! I DON’T KNOW WHAT MORE DOES SHE WANT FROM ME! WHY CAN’T YOU LET ME LIVE MELROSE WHY!?!
She drove fast, and to my shock I didn’t even notice that she became familiar with the streets of Derby; this woman is what I fear the most from this earth. I guess I cried a lot to the extreme where I dozed off on the road; clearly now we reached London again. It was a matter of time till she reached a hotel. She unlocked the handcuffs and as she spoke: “You better act normal, and unsuspicious; or else you can kiss your goody two shoed boy friend goodbye. You know I’m crazy and capable of doing anything I want, so remove that dull face and walk out.” My heart stopped once she threatened me to hurt Zayn. OH NO YOU WILL NOT!! KILL ME AND DON’T TOUCH A HAIR FROM HIS HEAD!! I’M THE ONE YOU WANT!! LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!!! I did as she told me after she removed her hand from her jacket pocket, to show me what was that heavy object held up to my head; it was a silver gun. I shivered and I walked out in front of her as she pushed me to the elevator and pressed a button. “Who would have said that one day you will be a social elite? Hah! You’ll always be the trash of the actual trash…” She scoffed each word and I cried deeper with my head pointing low. How much will this last? Will I survive her mockery and deathful words?
She unlocked the door, and dove me inside with her elbow like I was some kind of a farm animal. She pulled up a wooden chair and demanded me to sit on it, with her finger pointing silently and her eyes that were shooting flammable arrows at me. I was so scared, and all I wanted now was for a miracle to be rescued. She started walking in slow motion around the chair I was seated on; until she opened her mouth and spoke. “We need to leave by night; I’ll drive you to prince charming’s place to pick all your stuff. Oh … which reminds me (Her voice tone sounded evil all of a sudden and sneaky at the same time) you need to do one thing before we leave… You will write him a letter and you will make sure to explain to him that you decided to go back to live in LA. It has to look like you did what you personally wanted; you know what? Don’t write it, I’ll do that now…” I don’t know when, but I felt my tears pouring in massive amounts silently as she headed to her drawer and she took a piece of paper and a pen.
Ok Maddison think, what can you do that will help you now? Oh…My…God; MY PHONE!!! WHERE IS MY PHONE!!!? I slid my hands slowly in my short’s pockets and I found it; I didn’t dare to pick it up and reveal its existence in front of her. I kept my hand on top of my pocket resting casually, while my undertaker wrote down the letter to my only love… Wait a minute!! My stuff are at Granny’s house! Ok so if she takes me there I will manage to go upstairs and write another note and throw this one! Then If they wanted to contact me I’ll text them to just message and never call!! Brilliant!! Granny, My friends, Zayn! I’m coming back just give me some time, and God please make this work…!
Notes
I have no idea why is this happening to poor Maddsion, I mean Melrose has such of guts to threaten her about hurting ZAYN! What is this women even like? I don't think she's human... This is crucial... :/ :(KEEP READING PEOPLE MORE IS YET TO COME <3 !! xx
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9/28/13