Madelyn and Jackson, couldn't be more different but so alike. Maybe that is what draws them to the other.
Madelyn
Senior year, fresh starts, new beginnings, not so hard. Last year before I can finally leave and not turn back around. The past can fi...
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"Get away from what makes you fearful and sad"
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I grabbed everything that I knew could fit into the small bag that I had. I was leaving, I couldn't bear it here anymore, I had had enough. There was going to be no more constantly watching my back, I would make it on my own, I was going to. I shoved the small amount of clothes that I had tightly into this woven bag that I found shoved in the back of a closet. I had a phone that my previous family had given me that I put at the very bottom so that he wouldn't find it.
If he knew I had it there was no chance of me keeping it. Then I proceeded to grab the small amount of makeup I had gotten as birthday gifts over the years from my best friend Haeylnn, really my only friend. That was all I had here, once I was gone I wouldn't turn back around, this place wasn't a home to me.
That stupid saying that a home is four walls and a roof is complete bs because it's not. I don't truly know what home is, but I by far am aware it's way more than four walls and a roof, because if this is what home feels like I'd rather be on the run for my whole life. I feel trapped and completely worthless here, and I want nothing to do with it.
I grabbed the bag off the bed and was about to head out of the small room that I've had to call "home" for the last three and a half years. Honestly, most people would be sad but I feel nothing but joy. In all honesty I couldn't figure out why I was looking at it, I would not even come close to missing it.
All my room consisted of was a thin uncomfortable mattress that laid on the ground, a tiny table in the other corner and a small closet. There were no decorations or lights, it was completely empty except for those few things. There was absolutely nothing for me to miss.
I turned around to leave when I heard the front door slam shut. He was home. All I wanted was out, that was it. I never understood why this is what happened to me. Now, trying to get away from the cause of my pain for the last few years feels impossible.
"Madelyn!" Greg yelled but it was slurred, he was drunk. Half the time he came back he was always drunk. I don't think I had ever seen him sober in two and a half years. I never figured out what made him become this way. When it happened, I had already been dealing with it for longer than anyone should.
"Get your ass out here, before I drag it out here!" He was angry, and believe me he would actually drag my butt if he needed to. I threw my bag back into the closet so he wouldn't be able to see it if he came through here. I walked out there knowing I wasn't escaping this.
"Greg please, don't do this today, I didn't do anything wrong." I don't even understand why I was even pleading with him anymore at this point, there was no reason to. He would do it regardless of what I wanted or asked for. Greg also never needed a reason.
He let out a low drunk laugh that scared every part of me. "You're what's wrong, I don't even know why I agreed to foster you, I want you gone. The only issue is, then I wouldn't have the house cleaned up." All he wanted was someone to do his stuff. I already knew I was the issue. Those words hurt but they couldn't do as much damage anymore.
