Perfect Disaster

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Chapter 10 

Two showers and a bath later, we were once again on the road. Madison was in the backseat babying the baby as if she was her own. I found it cute, yet annoying at the same time. Why did I find it  so annoying? I have no idea. Maybe I was getting jealous of the baby for having her undivided attention? Or baby it was because the two were so damn loud together. Madison was either talking to Emma in a ridiculous high voice, or Emma’s ridiculously high pitched laughter rang through out the car. 

“Maaaax,” A voice said. I looked into the rear view mirror to see Madison’s big chocolate brown eyes staring  back at me. “I’m hungry.”

“I’ll stop at the next McDonalds I see,” I replied.

“Thanks Max!” She said before talking to the baby once again.

About 30 minutes later, we were inside a crowded  Wendy’s with little air conditioning. Madison. The heat was pissing me off. I just wanted to get out of here plus, the fact that there was about a thousand people here. One person could recognize Maddison, call the police, and then I’d be in jail. Jail doesn’t sound very appealing in my opinion. 

There was a small television in fast food restaurant, blasting the news. There’s some crazed murder out there, along with multiple kidnappings, the weather, and a robbery. I couldn’t help but get a bit jittery. You know, I’m just a kidnapper standing in line at burger king with two girls I kidnapped.

Now the question is, how have I not shitted in my pants? 

Madison  tugged on my shirt, and we moved up in the line. 

“Welcome to burger king,” The monotoned woman said, not looking at anything in particularly. 

“Isn’t this Wendy’s?” I asked.

“Whatever,” The worker said. The two of us ordered our food. “That’ll be-” The woman looked up at us and paused. “Hannah banana! Is that yooooou?” Emma giggled and said random words at the lady. “Is that my Haaaaannah girl?!”

 Emma replied raising her chubby little arms and saying “Duh Boo!” 

The woman stared at me, full rage in her eyes.  “You kidnapped my baby.”

“Actually, we stole your car. The baby just happened to be in the car. You can have the baby and the car back though,” I said. That’s when she lunged at me. Her sharp nails attacked my neck. She had a death grip on my throat. Despite the fact I was gasping for air, I stared at her in amazement.  She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly, but here she was, choking the living daylights out of me.

Suddenly, I could breath again, and the woman was fighting Madison. Punches were being thrown, kicks, hair being pulled out, it was you're stereotype girl fight. 

This, is when the police arrived. 

***

It’s been 4 months since I’ve been in jail.  

You know, it isn’t that bad when you're labeled “the worlds best kidnapper”. Apparently, there were 7 guys who were in the big house for trying to kidnap Madison. The fact that I was only 19 seemed to earn me even more respect. No one messed with me. If anything I tried to separate myself from people and just think.  

I thought about my mom a lot and why out of all people she hasn’t visited me. She probably doesn’t want a bad reputation with the adopting foster parent places, but it still hurts. My mom doesn’t give a shit that I’ve been in jail, for 4 fucking months. I’ve even called her, the call  immediately goes to voicemail. She’s ignoring me and it’s all because I’m a kidnapper. 

Then there’s school and soccer... My soccer scholarship probably long gone. All those years of hard work, wasted. Awesome. Then there’s those 12 years I’ve wasted on school. Jeez.I’m just a big fuck up aren’t I?

I think about Madison a lot. I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to her. Is she okay? Is she alive, well and out of jail? I hope she forgot about me completely. Afterall, I’m nothing but a dirty criminal.

The odd thing is... I don’t regret it. If I had never of kidnapped Madison, I wouldn’t of meet her. God I miss her. I miss seeing her beautiful face. I miss pissing her off. I miss everything about her. Dear god. I’d do anything to know she’s okay. 

My trial was in a few days from now. I think. To be honest, I don’t even know what day it is. I just know I’ve been here for 4 months thanks to tally marks on my cell’s wall. Speaking of my cell, I have a really cool cellmate. He ignores me, I ignore him, therefore we get along really well, and by that I mean we aren’t fighting daily like other cellmates do.

“Max?” A voice croaked. I looked up to see a police officer opening my cell.  “Here’s your things you're free to go. Someone’s bailed you out.” I grabbed the clothes the officer held in his hands before following him out of the station were my eyes landed on the 1 thing on my mind: Madison. I stared at her for a few moments until she jumped in my arms and pressed her lips on mine. 

And for the first time in months my mind was at ease. Nothing else mattered besides the beautiful girl in my arms.