Getting out
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Ch 1
Madison pov
I slowly wake up laying here in a daze trying to make sense of my surroundings. I see Andy lying next to me passed out yet again. My head is fucking pounding and I can barely compose a thought when I hear yelling from outside. At least I think I do. I look over and see his friends are over again. No doubt they held me down last night to shoot me up. I just need to get out of here, but have no one or any way out. Tears fall down when I try to move my body when the banging and yelling gets louder.
I am looking around when I see a sudden flash and my eyesight is stunned. I try to find my voice and scream but nothing is coming out. I just curl up in a ball crying when I make out shapes that come running in grabbing everyone from around me. The fear that is pulsing through my veins not knowing or understanding what is going on has me shaking like a leaf. A shape of a man comes down to my eye level and goes to grab me and sees me crying. I feel him place his hand on my shoulder as he leans down to talk to me.
“Sweetie, what is your name? My name is officer Hernandez. We didn’t have any records that a woman would be in here.”
I try to respond but it’s so groggy I don’t even know if he can understand what I’m saying.
“My name is Madison. I was homeless a week ago living on the streets. They took me in but just started shooting me up.”
“Ok love let’s get you to the hospital!”
I feel him slowly pick me up and carry me out of the house when tears just start falling. The sobs start racking my body when he holds tightly onto me. I maneuvered around the doorways and halls when we hit the outside of the house. I feel him adjust his grip on carrying me so my face is now closer to his. I see an ambulance with flashing lights standing by and when the crew sees me being carried they start scrambling to get the back open. He steps inside the ambulance with me slowly placing me down on the gurney. I just stare at him when he places his gloved hand on the side of my face wiping away my tears when he leans over to my ear.
“I’ll check on you later at the hospital after my shift is over ok.”
“Al she has to have a guard with her until we can clear her so go with her.”
I hear someone announce when he looks over, nodding his head as the doors are shut. The nice lady in the back gave me a warm blanket and went to hold my hand to start an IV and I panicked. Officer Hernandez stopped her and grabbed my hand to try and calm me down.
“Madison it’s ok baby, they need to get some fluid in you. I will be right here, I promise it’s only fluids because you are dehydrated.”
I nod my head when tears fall waiting for the sharp pain. Within seconds it’s over and I noticed that the officer never let go of my other hand. He just keeps rubbing it while wiping my tears away trying to sooth me. Before long we arrive and he starts to let go when I quickly grip his hand tighter.
“Madison I need to step out so they can get you out but I am not going anywhere. I promise!”
I reluctantly let go when I started to cry all over again. For that moment I had some security and it’s gone. Even if it was for a moment. But as quick as they got the gurney down the officer grabbed my hand again while they slowly wheeled me in. The officer explains the condition they found me in and what I had said. They wheel me into a room and have me change into a gown and throw another warm blanket on me while they put some medicine in the IV. Within a few moments any haze that is left in my system is gone and my body is slowly waking up.
I try to sit up when the officer jumps up to slowly help me. I can see he has taken off his helmet, gloves and mask which gives me a good view of him. He is very dark featured and well built under all that gear. I stare from him to the door on the side of me, and back to him.
“What’s wrong? Did you need something? I can get to the doctor.”
“I really, REALLY have to use the bathroom!”
He laughs paging the nurse, and when she walks in I explain what I need. She unhooks the IV bag for her to hold temporarily when she helps me get into the bathroom. Oh what sweet relief there was when I finally made it. Once done she helped me back to the bed and hung the bag back up again. I sat there under the blankets just thinking, looking at my fidgeting hands when a bigger hand came into view. I stopped and watched wide eyed while he slowly moved to hold my hand. I looked up at him and instantly realized he’s very close to me. He reaches up slowly pushing my hair back behind my ear when he just stares at me.
“You are so beautiful! Where is your family? Don’t you have any?”
I just shake my head no turning on my side and look away.
“I hate my life story because it’s a shitty story. Yes I was abandoned as a baby by shitty parents. Yes I was thrown in the system, and not looked at again. Why because they assumed I was a crack baby so I got the label even though I wasn’t. So I just jumped from group home to group home. Finished school on the honor roll and had dreams of being a fashion designer. Had been accepted into a fashion school but the home wouldn’t let me stay there until I moved into the school so they kicked me out. I was states away from here and the school. So I hitchhiked to try and get here in time for school, but it took too long. Then I got mixed up with Andy.”
“Well there is a recovery house here that we can get you into. You can get yourself on track, and maybe see if you can reapply to get in. It’s worth a shot!”
“Thanks”
Officer Hernandez pov
I just look at her and think my goodness this girl is absolutely fucking gorgeous.
Tattoos down both arms that are amazingly done and her baby blue eyes. Damn, this is the moment that I’m glad I’m not in a relationship. She was a little damsel in distress and I was glad I was her knight in tactical gear. Blinded at first sight. Ok ok, I admit that was corny.
Shit man if she is able to get her life on track and given some time. I would love to ask her out. She needs some time though, and there will be plenty. I will have to keep tabs on her because I’m sure there will be more charges filed, and she will have to stay up to date. Especially if she will be needed to testify.
We wait and after a few hours they run some blood work and say that she can be discharged. Since I have been sitting here we worked it out that I will be dropping her off at the recovery house, and getting her situated. While we wait for the paperwork she is handed some clothes to go change into. When she emerges she is in some skinny jeans and an oversized hoodie with some tennis shoes. I stand up getting a bag for my gear and when I look down at her she is too fucking adorable staring back up at me.
If I was able to I’d take her to my fucking apartment, but she needs to heal first. We walk out getting into the car and drive for a few miles when we stop at the center. Its little houses tucked into the outskirts of town with a one way in, one way out gate. Terrance is the guard during the day, and we tend to be here more than we would like to be. I get out holding the door open and when we walk up she slips her hand into mine and is shaking.
We meet Helena the head therapist here and when we approach Madison hides behind me peeking around at Helena. We follow her into her office and have Madison sit down next to me while I explain the situation to Helena. She just looks at Madison with sadness in her eyes, which makes Madison try and shrink in the chair. We talk for a while when another gal comes in offering to show Madison where her new home will be. She looks at me absolutely petrified but she refuses to leave my side.
I offer to walk with her and we all walk out over to where her house will be. Helena opens the door and she can look inside and see what would be her own little tiny home. A television, bed, and bathroom. She slowly walks up dragging me with her since she absolutely will not let go of my hand. She looks over everything and when she faces me she has a big smile. I smile back when she launches herself up into my arms whispering thank you.
I take a deep breath in, inhaling her scent trying to commit it to my memory. I slowly lower her down, releasing her when I turn and walk away. She just stares at my back because I have to just keep walking. I can’t look back or I will never leave this place. I tell Helena I will be in touch to check up on her. She walks with me up to the front when I can hear Madison crying behind me calling my name. Never have I ever been affected by a girl like this. I just want to take her home and protect her from everyone and everything.
Except right now she needs her time, and I need mine. She right now is a victim and client so to speak and I have my job. I get back out to the car and right when we start to pull away I see her running back up to the front fighting the people. I have no doubt she’s looking for me thinking I’ve now abandoned her. I tell my partner Martin to just go when I hang my head in my hands. Once we are out of sight I just release a deep sigh.
I have to stay away for now, but next week I will be back on patrol and this area is my zone during the day. I am praying I can keep my sanity until then.
