Cancun Mexico. 2 pm May 29th

I kiss the Jack's goodbye, hop into Elijah's truck and buckle up. Elijah drives away, I turn his radio on, I Mean It by G-Eazy blares from the speakers. I look out the window, singing along.

I feel Elijah's hand on mine. I look at him. He smiles, I can't help but smile back. Honestly I felt like a prostitute. The Jack's don't know that me and Elijah fuck around with each other. I've literally been with 6 people in about a months time. My inner demons were trying to break to the surface. Last night I took a bath and cut my arms. I just watched the blood ooze out.

Elijah found me about 20 minutes later, passed out underwater. I drown.

He saved me, he didn't tell the Jack's. Since then I've felt strange. We arrive at the deal we were set to take care of. We exit Elijah's truck and walk towards the front door of a huge house, each of us holding 2 duffles bags each.

Elijah knocks, a Mexican dude loaded with tattoos, let's us in. We follow him to a room, it holds gunmen and a handful of half naked girls packing product up.

We put the bags on a table in the center of the room.

"It's all here correct?" The guy that let us in asks.

"Yes of course it is," I say to the guy.

He just nods then checks the product, he tests the quality, dumbfounded by the purity of it. Jack G doesn't fuck around with his products.

"I'm impressed at the purity of both the coke and heroine," he smiles, waving one of his guys over.

He hands us the 4 duffle bags full of money. We're shown out, that's when it all goes south. One of the Mexicans tries to grab me, I elbow him and drop the bags. I take off running as fast as I can.

I hear Elijah yell, "MADDY!"

But I keep going. I don't stop as I run through alleyways, into buildings, and finally ending up on a roof. I catch my breath, but they were faster. Two of the guys start to run towards me, I turn around and don't think about it, I just run as fast as I can. Jumping off the building, I crash through a greenhouse and hit the ground hard. I roll and get up, ignoring all the pain I felt, the adrenaline pumping through my body.

It keeps me running, inside my mind I snap and a totally different person comes out. I don't look where I'm going as I run into the streets of Cancun.

A car hits me, sending me onto the ground. I roll and pass out from the contact.

I awake a few moments later, I see flashing lights and hear a lot of yelling and screaming.

A EMTs face comes into view,

"Ms can you hear me?"

I slowly nod, "Yes," I say weakly.

"You were hit by a car, what's your name?" He asks, touching my face to get my attention.

"Madison...Beer...." I say weakly, I felt cold.

"I'm cold," I say shutting my eyes.

"Don't fall asleep, stay awake," he instructs then calls out, "Get the stretcher now! We're going to lose her again!"

I fight to stay awake, I feel hands pick me up and put me on the stretcher, I feel them strap me down. I wanted Dylan, Elijah, Ocean, and Aly so badly. I didn't want the Jack's as badly...

They put me into the ambulance, I pass out again, hearing them yell,

"She's coding! Grab the O2 now!"

I awake 5 minutes later, the ambulance sirens are blaring, an oxygen mask is on me, I feel nauseous.

"Madison stay with us," the EMT says, I read his name tag it says Garrett Gomez.

"I'm trying," I say my voice breaking as I begin to cry.

"Can you tell me what you were running from?" He asks.

"Someone trying to hurt me," I say.

"No one was chasing you Madison," the EMT says.

"Someone was! He was scary and he tried to hurt me," I cry out, my breathing getting heavier.

"You need to calm down Madison, or you'll pass out again," Garrett says.

"I-" I start to cry harder.

We arrive at the hospital, they rush me into surgery.

When I wake up again, I'm in a room alone, strapped down to the bed.

A doctor enters, "Hello Madison!"

"Where am I? Why am I strapped down?" I ask frantically.

"The hospital and because we think you're a danger to yourself."

I felt weird and sluggish.

I spent two days like that.

Then they let me free, they gave me a notebook and a pen. I began writing a new song. A softly sang Dear Society not realizing an orderly watching me. When I finished the song, I heard his voice,

"That was amazing Madison, it's kind of weird seeing you in the psych ward of a Cancun hospital."

"Thanks..." I say looking back down at my new song I was writing.

"You can go watch tv in the rec area if you'd like, meet some of the other residents of the wards," he says smiling.

"Sure," I say getting up.

I followed him to the rec area and took a seat next to this old dude who paid no mind to me, he was absorbed in the news. I looked over and saw a video playing of me running out into traffic looking behind me. I go numb as the car hits me and I go flying.

The reporter says there is no updates on me or my condition. They won't release where I am or if I'm okay. I don't want the world to know anyways.

I get up and go take a walk around where I'm allowed to. The orderly following me wherever I went.

A few days later, I'm sitting in my room humming. I feel sick and not right, I go to get up but collapse and hit the floor, knocking over my chair.

I'm found facedown on the floor in a small pool of blood, when I wake up I'm back in my bed, hooked up to a bunch of machines.

The orderly looks concerned, "Madison we have some news."

"What? " I ask groggy.

"You're 3 weeks pregnant," he says.

I don't react, I go numb. Who is the father? G, JJ, E or D? 3 weeks ago... I was with D and Aly..... could it be Dylan's?!

"Do you need me to contact anyone about where you are?" He asks.

I shake my head, "No please, no one can know I'm here it'll make public news and my career will be over."

"Okay hun, get rest you both need it," He says covering me up.

"I'll try," I say.

I fell asleep 5 minutes later

A/n oh my god!