The deep: I know you're not okay

AN: Hello, I know I promised that I would post within the next week, and it has technically been 8 days, so hopefully you like the chapter in Madeline's Pov. Like I said in the last chapter, please don't hesitate to leave a comment, I would really appreciate it if you did! Anyway, on with the chapter!

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Madeline Pov

   "Madeline! Get over here you little—" the vent sealing cuts him off before he can finish his sentence that he's currently yelling at me. It's not that I want to hear what he's saying anyway. I've heard it all already. I mute the communicator, even though I know it won't end well if he has something that he need me to do other then those intial instructions. 

   Ant was close to the truth—a bit to close for comfort. On that last question he asked I almost gave it away. I'll have to be more careful about what I say around him, I might have underestimated how well he can put the pieces of the puzzle toghether. He'll probably forget all about it soon anyway. As hard as he tries to put on the act of actually caring, he doesn't. He's just looking for something to occupy him well he waits for his parents to tell him they can go. When his dad told him to go, he would have sprinted for the exit from the ducts if it wasn't for the fact you had to crouch down a bit so you don't hit your head. 

   I start making my way to the opening which is currently the closest way to exit. I know that I've taken to long. He was already mad in the first place, there's no way to avoid it anyway. I sit in front off it and breath in and out getting ready to face him. I breath out slowly and open up the hatch. I jump out and quickly close the hatch.

   As I'm walking toward the bridge I start to hear yelling in that direction. I remember my muted communicator, and click the unmute button with a heavy breath. I brace myself as it clicks, willing myself not to have a panic attack. 

   "Madeline where are you?! Get over here before I send someone to find you and drag you over here!" As he yells it I start to sprint for the bridge, feeling like there is a heavy weight on my chest that I can't get off as my heart beats faster than I can keep up. 

   As I get to the door I breath in and out once slowly while I open the door with a shaky hand.

   "where is she?! You, go get her!" he yells at a crew member who looks scared for his life. I took to long. Another has had to deal with my father because I took to long. I make eye contact with the crew member and force a small smile. I nod my head and wait.

   "Captain? She's right there," says the crew member with an unsure shaky voice as he gestures at me.

   I brace myself as he starts yelling insults about how I'm useless, and good for nothing, and can't even come when I'm called. I bow my head in shame and fear trying to be obedient not knowing what I have to do in order to leave. He tells me that I better come when I'm called from now on or else it will leave more then some bruises down my arm. 

   "Yes Father," I stutter with a shaky voice. I realise all to late that I have said the wrong thing. I used to be able to call him dad, but after it started it was father. But now I am only supposed to call him Captain or Hammerhead like any other crew member.

   I realise how bad the consequences are as his hand grabs me around the neck and my airway is blocked off. I feel my back hit the wall as I am pushed against it while he chockes me. I try to scream as I feel the pain of it all though I can't. I claw at my neck trying to get free, though I can't. 

   "You do not call me father, you hear me?!" he yells at me with a murderous look on his face. Through the fogginess in my head I panic and try to say yes only to again realise that I can't. "You hear me?!" He yells again from the lack of response. I do my best to nod my head and I suppose he registers that as good enough. Or he just wants to make sure you don't die so that he can hurt you again later, says a voice at the back of my head that I always try to ignore. My body drops heavily to the ground, though it doesn't make much noise since I've lost so much weight from my already underweight body.