Chapter Twelve:

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101. But I do own Margo

Margo's father threw her in her old room. It was just a cot and a very small window.

"How could you tell that boy anything? This is why I didn't want you to go! You are a flaky, sorry excuse for a daughter!" Margo wasn't effected by that, it didn't hurt her anymore.

"If I'm so horrible. Why didn't you let me go with him? You don't love me but he does."

"No he doesn't." Her father told her, walking into the room and beating her across the face. "He doesn't love you. Your only fourteen. He doesn't know love from just another fling. Next thing you know, your broken up. Killing yourself." She wouldn't believe him. Logan had said it, he told her he loved her.

"Joe!" She looked behind her father and saw a drunk-looking woman with uncombed blond hair, cherry-red lips, and cigarete stained teeth. "Is this that little cockroach you told me about?"

"Yes. Unfortunitly."

"Lison to ya father." She had a strange accent. "That boy don't know what love is. I met my first ex-husband when I was your age. I cheat on him once and he's gone." Margo's father slammed her door shut, and locked it. There was no lock on her side, so all she could do was sit on her bed and cry. The room was dusty; the bed didn't have any sheets, and she missed Logan.

"Please eat some dinner Logan." His father told him. But he shook his head, and kept stairing at the phone. "You've been looking at that phone for hours. The police are doing all they can. All we can do is wait."

"Why can't we do more?" Logan asked despritly. His eyes were red so it showed he had been crying. "What if they don't find her? What if she's dead?"

"Were doing all we can, she knows that."

"What if she doesn't? What if she thinks I don't care?"

"She knows you do." Logan couldn't take it. He hated not knowing. He hated thinking she could be dead. "If she had said something sooner; they could have caught him sooner."

"How could he do that to her?" Logan asked, his father could tell he was about to cry again. "How could a parent beat on his child?"

"I don't know." Mr.Reese told him, sitting on his bed. "But there are people like that in the world. Margo was just one of those unlucky children who were born into that type of family."

"I called her old friends. They said they'd look for her, and get back to me if they find anything out. But they've got nothing."

Joe, Margo's father could hear the police siren's roaring four days later. He unlocked Margo from her room and threw her in the back seat of his car; and took off driving. The police took off after them; going as fast as they could. Logan was watching TV when it interrupted the show he was watching and caught his attintion.

"DAD!" Logan yelled down the long hallway to his father. He came running into his son's room and watched as they showed the high-speed chase.

"Officers say the man in persuit is 46 year old Joe Madison, a caucaisian male, kidnapped his daughter from her boarding school when she was suppost to leave with her boyfriend, Logan Reese." Logan liked hearing his name on TV, but he cared more about Margo. The chase progressed untill they saw the car go right through a stop sign, and collide with a red mini-van. Logan froze, unable to make any moves at all. The camera showed the police go into the car and get Margo and her father out of the car. Margo was bleeding from pretty much every limb, and they called an ambulance. Mr.Reese put a hand on his son's shoulder before Logan broke down in tears.


"Margo.." Zoey said softly..she and her whole family had been watching. "No..no Margo.."

"Zoey.." Her mother cooed. "She'll be OK. Untill she is, we'll pray for her.." Zoey nodded, and prayed with her family for Margo's safty. Zoey began to cry. She and Margo were friends, they shared everything; their semester at PCA had been fun, and she had hoped for another with everyone comeing back, but now, now she just didn't know. Would Margo Madison leave the group forever?


"No..way.." Nichole had been watching too. She wiped her eyes, Margo had been a dear friend to all of them, and she couldn't imagine it if she died. Who would their roomate be next semester? She had wanted Margo to be the one they share a room with again; she made life so interesting in the romance department. The two had become such close friends, but now..she was leaving..


Chase was stunned. Margo had been hit by a red mini-van, he felt sorry for everyone, Logan esspecially. He had such a passionite love for Margo, they would be together at PCA's 16th reunion. Or so he had hoped. He had imagined it so clearly. He and Zoey would be together; Nichole and Michael, Logan and Margo. All married and with children possibly. But now; as he saw her car shatter at being hit by another, so did his dreams of seeing them together.


"Michael honey!" His mother called to him. "Do you know a girl named Margo Madison?"

"Yeah. Why?" Michael joined his mother and saw Margo bleeding.

"no..no this can't..." His mother hugged him, and told him that she'd be OK, but she herself didn't know for sure.


Logan got four, Long-distance calls that night. Each member of the cast telling him how sorry they were to hear about Margo; and how they had her in their prayrs. He couldn't take it anymore, he cried in his room for hours, refusing to eat, or anything else. He loved Margo, and she was taken away from him..how could this have happend to him? He hoped it never would; he prayed that she'd be with him for ever, but now forever was summed up in one, short, semester.