Chapter 60 Destroyed
Maddie's POV
I opened my eyes, blinking as my mother's face hovered over me. I closed my eyes again. My mother's voice was muffled, like she was at a distance. I tried to find the strength to get up but my body tried to fight against it...I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes again.
"Honey," she cupped the sides of my face. "Thank goodness, you're awake," she was relieved as I began to sit up. I was on the floor. "They left," she said.
I checked my surroundings, it was only my mother and I. I looked down at myself, nothing had been done to me because my jeans were still on. I closed my eyes as I didn't want to think of what could have happened.
"Please, don't put yourself in any more danger. You're not safe here," I said softly.
"They took a ring and left after you passed out. I would suggest that you no longer come looking for me. You are beautiful and they won't think twice about doing anything to you. It's all my fault," she said.
I stood up from the floor, bits and pieces of the memories that happened flashing in my mind. I noticed my phone in pieces was scattered on the floor. "I need you to get help, go to rehab," I remained strong as I looked at my mother who was now standing, she was only in a bathrobe.
"I don't need help, I will be fine," she said.
"No, you won't be fine, not after all of this. I will...call dad to make sure that he puts you there." I said and I walked to her bedroom because her phone was not in the lounge.
I spotted her phone on her bed. I dialed my father's number and put the phone against my ear. "Yes?" he said with annoyance and in this moment, a lump had formed in my throat.
"Dad," my voice broke.
"Maddie? What is going on?" he asked, more concerned now.
I took a deep breath, "I need you to come to my mother's apartment. We need you," a tear ran down my cheek.
"I will be right there," we hung up.
I wiped the tear away and my hand automatically went against my belly and I closed my eyes. I don't know what to do right now. I don't want to face my mother and I am not in the right frame of mind after what had happened. If it wasn't for me passing out, much worse could've happened. I pulled myself together and I went to the lounge where my mother tidied up as if nothing had happened.
I sat down on the recliner, clasping my hands together and I just watched her. If my father hadn't come into our lives, then none of this would have happened. She was hopeful that they would be together. Just his mere appearance has this effect on her and it is sad to see.
After a while, the door opened and my heart stopped until my father entered. I was relieved, he looked at me with concern as he closed the door behind him and then his gaze fell on my mother. "What is going on?" he asked, he scowled at my mother.
"First of all, I think that my mother needs to go to rehab," I said, trying to swallow the lump away that was in my throat, but it was still there.
"What?" he looked at me.
"I came here and she was using drugs-"
"Don't listen to anything that she has to say," my mother chimed in.
"Well you look like sh^t and I never found you that way. You were always attractive and even when you had nothing, you made sure that you looked after yourself. So why are you doing this? Is it because I do not want to be with you? Is it because I want to find the woman that I want to be with who has the potential to be my soulmate?" he asked her.
"I thought that we could be a couple again but I was mistaken. This is what you do," she hissed at him.
"You cannot blame me for your feelings and I will not be forced to be with someone I don't want to be with."
"Dad, just please get her to rehab, I need to get home, I cannot be here," tears threatened to spill. I looked at the floor and noticed that my phone was no longer there. My mother must've cleaned that up too. I was in a trance while she cleaned earlier.
My father let out a sigh and took a seat next to my mother while I got up from the recliner. "I will take care of this," he replied to me and my mother just shook her head.
"I hope that you both are happy now. Old wounds that you wanted to open and it's because of you too, but I'm sorry for what nearly happened to you today," she said.
I just nodded, "She is not to blame for wanting to know me. I'm glad that she wanted to know because this is part of my second chance in life," my father replied.
"I will see you whenever dad," and I left.
I didn't want to be in my mother's presence after what had happened. I was vigilant when I walked out of the apartment building because I didn't want to see those two men to finish me off. I hailed a cab and went to my apartment. Hopefully, Mariko won't be there. I was supposed to meet up with him at the hospital but I went to my mother instead. I don't think that I want to tell him about what has happened.
The flashbacks of the incident played on repeat in my mind as I looked out of the window, driving past everyone and everything. Never in my life had my mother caught on this crap and I never experienced this kind of thing. None of this happened to me either. How was I going to be later? I do not feel like talking or having a conversation. All I want to do is get home and wash all the filth off me.
How will I act as if nothing is bothering me? Mariko is already going through so much. I don't need to add this to his situation. The more that I dwell on my thoughts, the incident is all that I see in my mind and this is something that has broken me inside and I don't know if the accidental overdose was worse or if this was. Tears blurred my vision as I continued to look out of the window.
I don't want this to happen to anyone else and not my mother if she has to go back to the apartment after rehab, but I have to do something about those guys. They will do it to another person who might not be able to be as lucky as I was. Who knows how many women they have done this to and got away with it or have killed.
I placed my hand against my belly knowing that my baby was okay. We were lucky. I took a deep breath. I don't want Mariko to find out right now, so the only thing for me to do is to report this.
"Can we make a stop at the police station, please?"
Mariko's POV
I felt negative as I walked towards the apartment door. Bella hadn't woken up and Maddie never showed up to the hospital. I called her but she was not available. Perhaps she was studying or resting, which I don't blame her because I wouldn't want her to stress because of the baby.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Closing the door behind me, the TV was off and it was awfully quiet. I walked towards the kitchen and there was Maddie, sitting on the barstool by the kitchen counter, a glass of water in front of her which was half empty.
"Hey," I said softly as I placed my hand gently on her shoulder about to lean in to kiss her cheek but she flinched and I removed my hand from her. "Are you okay?" she remained quiet, "Maddie?" I now sat on the barstool beside her and she run a hand over her face before resting her arms on the counter, wrapping both hands around the glass. "Maddie?" I pushed. I was now concerned. "Did something happen?"
She took a deep breath and it looked as if she had been crying. "Is it the baby?" I asked, but she kept on looking at the glass in front of her. Her eyes filled with tears and my heart sank. "Something happened to the baby," I tried to keep it together.
"No," she replied, which was barely a whisper, when she blinked her eyes, the tears spilled and ran down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand.
"Tell me what is wrong or what happened," I said. I was worried.
She got up from the barstool and she walked away down the hallway. What the f^ck is going on? I stood up and followed after her, but then I heard her gag. Perhaps she was not feeling well. It must be that.
When I got to the bathroom, she was on her knees, hunched over the toilet pot, vomiting. I pulled her hair to the back and rubbed her back gently. "Everything will be okay," I soothed her.
When she was done, she flushed the toilet as I let go of her hair and stood up straight. I was about to get her a glass of water but she sobbed...an ugly sob as if someone had hurt her feelings or that of loss. "Maddie, please talk to me," I was desperate now.
She stood up trying to calm herself from the sobs as she washed her hands and then she rinsed her mouth. I watched her not sure what I'm supposed to do because I didn't really know what was going on. I stood beside her, but there was something that was missing since I came home that I had noticed. "Where is the ring?"
She damped her mouth with a towel and placed it on the vanity as fresh tears fell and she walked out of the bathroom. I let out a heavy sigh and walked out too. She got undressed when I entered the bedroom and then she went back to the bathroom and took a shower.
I am wracking my brain here, trying to figure out what is going on with her...does she want to leave me? Did she take the ring off? I moved to her side of the bed and I opened the drawer to her bedside table. The ring box was in there and I took it out. When I opened it, there was no ring and it wasn't in the drawer either. My heart sank as I was beginning to think the worse.
After a while, she came out of the bathroom, she was in her pajamas. "Can you please talk to me?" I was begging her but she ignored me. She got into bed and then I got undressed and only had my boxer briefs on. I got into bed.
Her back was facing me, so I moved closer to her and I wrapped my arm around her, causing her to flinch. I removed my arm, "Its okay, its only me," I said. Her actions did not add up to me. She sniffled.
I furrowed my brows, realization dawned on me as I thought back to Lana. She was assaulted when she was young and by Gerard. "Did...Did your father do anything to you? Did something happen? Please tell me that it didn't happen." My hand hovered by her arm, afraid to touch her if she flinched again. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.
She turned on her back and there were tears in her eyes. "Please, talk to me, nothing will ruin us, but I'm getting the feeling that something bad has happened if I'm not the issue. I don't see your ring either and the signs of... assault is there," I said, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to stop her pending sobs.
"F^ck," I muttered under my breath, "Please, tell me who did it," Anger came out like a beast. I was now on the warpath to kill this person.
"Gerard didn't do anything," she said softly.
"Then what happened? You were perfectly fine this morning." I watched her.
"I blacked out when they held two knives to our baby," she swallowed.
"F^ck."
"They wanted to f^ck me and then I...I passed out. Nothing happened because of that. I was willing to give them what they wanted because I didn't want anything to happen to our baby. I would rather go through hell than have anything happen to our baby, but they didn't do anything to me after that...they took the ring," tears fell again.
"F^cking assh^les," I muttered.
I want to find them and make them pay. Make them suffer, no one messes with my woman and my baby. Anger came out of me, ready to launch its attack on those people who did this, whoever they are. This is something that might have ruined her and I was helping to put all of her pieces back together, only for them to be destroyed again.