A/N: I will warn you now. People will be OOC in this story. But this is fanfic so it shouldn't matter. Mac will still love killing people, cook/use meth, and is still crazy. But he will be nicer in a way.
'There's nowhere to hide.' I think as I watch the shadows start to close in on me. I scream when I feel them grab my arms and push me down on the bed. I feel something cover my mouth, I could smell the chemicals coming from the object. As everything starts to fade to black I see the face of my attacker come into view.
As I wake up I notice my head is pounding. I look around and see that my arms and legs are no longer tied to the bed. Getting up I walk to the closet and grab an old plaid shirt. Once I have it on I start walking around the house to find I'm alone. I see a pair of car keys sitting on the counter. I move to grab them, but think better of it. If I took the car he'd find me easier. Opening the front door, I look around. Seeing no one around I walk outside and shut the door behind me. I see the old path that leads to town that is no longer used due to the terrain being unsafe. I start walking down the path, hoping he doesn't come back before I get to town.
I've been walking for what felt like hours. My bare feet were cracked and starting to bleed from kicking to many rocks. I look ahead of me and let out a breath of relief as I walk up to the Luna Mesa. I don't see his car as I approach, but I recognize the old red pickup that's outside. 'Thank god, someone's here.' I think to myself as I stand in front of the door.
As I walk in I notice there are only three others inside, all staring at me as I quickly scan to be sure he's not here. I walk over to the bar and sit at the end, away from the other two. The older guy, behind the bar, walks over. "What can I get you?" He asks, leaning on the counter.
"If it's not too much of an imposition could I just get some water, please." I say in a hushed tone. I lowered my head, staring at my hands.
"Sure thing, sweetheart." He says as he fills a glass with water. He places it in front of me then walks away, disappearing into the back. One of the other guys walks over, beer in his hand and takes a seat on the stool next to me.
"Hey I'm Devon." He says, holding out his hand for a handshake.
"L-L-Lizzy." I stutter out as I shake his hand. As I reach out he notices the bruised skin on my wrist. "Sorry." I mutter as I hide my hands in my lap.
"What happened?" Devon asks looking from my hands to my face, finally noticing the bruises and black eye.
I look down at the floor in shame. I hear the stomping of boots and look up to see that the other guy has walked over and is pulling over a chair. "My dad." I mumbled under my breath.
"What are you bothering her about, asshole?" the new guy asks Devon.
"Nothing. I just asked her what happened to her face and hands." He says gesturing to my face. The new guy reaches up and grabs my chin making me look at him. I tense up when I feel his hands on me.
"Jesus. Looks like someone used her as a punching bag. Hey dumbass, go ask Walter for the first aid kit and some ice." He says to Devon, who immediately jumps up and goes to the back. "Names Mac." He says letting go of my face to look at my wrists. Devon and the older guy walk back out with the first aid kit and some ice.