Mac is kidnapped and thrown into a dangerous world. Scared, alone, and helpless she meets 1 famous boy that is in the same situation as her.


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... Jaxon. My brothers best friend.

"Hello Mac." He said. A dumb smirk across plastered across his face. Zayn's grip tightened around me. "Jaxon what are you doing?" I asked. He walked up to me. He placed a hand on my cheek and Zayn slapped it away. Jaxon's face filled with anger. He grabbed Zayn by the hair and threw him to the ground. Jaxon was about 6'5" and his shoulders were quite broad. He weighed about 350 lbs all muscle. Zayn landed on the ground hard. Jaxon focused on me again. I moved away from him. He grabbed me by the wrist and stood me up pressing me against the wall. I gasped at the pain. "Little little Mac. You don't realize how much I want you right now. I could take you right here right now." He said. I cringed away from him. He pressed himself against me. I shut my eyes then I felt nothing. I opened my eyes to see Zayn beating Jaxon. Jaxon flipped it around and used Zayn's chains against him. He yanked Zayn to the ground and started to violently kick  him. He started to cough up blood and soon a steady stream was pouring from his mouth. I screamed. Soon two other men came running in and pulled Jaxon away. They left and locked the door behind them. I knelt next to Zayn. My hands were shaking. The door unlocked and a guy handed me a large container filled with first aid equipment  I wiped the blood off of his face.

"Okay I have to take off your shirt it will hurt." I told him. He nodded as I slowly pulled the shirt off of him. He groaned and winced in pain. I got it off. His whole abdomen was black, blue, or purple. He had a few cuts. Jaxon was smart and didn't kick the ribs. I carefully pressed gauze and rubbing alcohol to one cut to clean it. He screamed in pain. Tears flowed down my cheeks but I continued. I cleaned the rest of the cuts then took out the ice packs and wrapped them in his shirt before placing them on his stomach. I lent against the bed and placed his head on my lap. I pulled a blanket down and carefully draped it over him. His eyes had an empty look in them. 

"Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside,you're in ruins" I sang. His eyelids slowly shut. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. I started to cry some more. The door opened and a woman entered. 

"Don't cry sweety." She said. 

"Why are you doing this? Let us go." I said. She gave me a sympathetic look.

"I know what you are going through. Trust me it gets better. Listen and do what they say and you will be fine." She said. It seemed like she knew what I was going through but I was still skeptical  I nodded and she grabbed the first aid and left the room locking it behind her. I silently wept. My fingers continued to run through his hair. Tears flowed down my cheeks. I gently laid his head on a pillow. I crawled under the blanket and rested my head on his bare chest. His heartbeat calmed me and I soon fell asleep.

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