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𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥

MADELEINE'S POV:

I hated my home, who would've thought after my father was finally carted away to jail I would end up hating my home more than when I was being abused in it.

Charlotte moved in, it was tricky but eventually she gained temporary custody until our Mom woke up- which she was going to. She was convinced she could fix our family home, so she used dad's credit card to splurge on new furniture and a fresh lick of paint but no-matter where I went in that home... it somehow could remind me of him beating me. The nightmares were the worst, I constantly was getting a recurring one where he stormed back into the house- decked out in his orange jumpsuit and beat us until we were all unconscious like our mother.

One morning while I was recovering at home from my injuries, Carole and Burt came around with some food for us. I was walking around like Dr Lopez suggested to keep my legs moving despite the stitches impaled in my lower back. Carole walked over and hugged me carefully, kissing the top of my head.

"If you need anything, you come round to ours okay? We already have Finn and Kurt and they miss you dearly. They'd love for you to pop in." Carole holds my face in her hands.

So I started taking her up on that offer, Finn and I never really had a proper friendship until I started coming round to his house often. I learned that he loved to bake so I started bringing around ingredients and we would make treats for Burt and Kurt to taste. We also played video games and I would beat the entire family pretty much every game.

I had to admit, I was severely avoiding Santana. I was so grateful that she saved me of course, but it's hard to look at someone the same way after showing them so much vulnerability. So I put my walls back up and it didn't take her long to get the message and she backed off. I loved her, I still love her. But I can't be with her, it's not the right time. He could still come back.

There was no word on my father's trial, at this point we don't even know if we're getting one. It terrifies me to think that any-day, they could just set him free from that cell.

"You ready?" Thomas stands outside my door, my bedroom was back to its bright and clean self.

"So ready." I reply sarcastically walking out the door with him, I hadn't been back in a month. Tom was in and out but by the time I fully recovered, a month had passed.

I hadn't seen most of the Glee Club, Brittany and Quinn came around often and so did Mercedes and I obviously saw Kurt and Finn most days. Dallas also came to see me, it was adorable- he had chocolates, flowers and a get well soon card. I spent most nights texting him and keeping up with the McKinley drama. I can't lie, I am nervous. I know that everyone knows now and I'm scared of how I'll be treated. I want them to treat me like nothing happened, because in the end I'm still me. Just less emotional and more of my stone-cold Valerie side. Which I'm totally okay with cause it's who I am now.

Thomas grabbed my hand and we walked into Glee Club, the room stopped whispering and I shot them all glares, I noticed Santana practically sitting on Sam Evan's lap and my blood boiled- why? I was kinda dating Dallas and completely over Santana- so why did my mind will with aggressive thoughts towards sweet old Sam?

"Madeleine, great to have you back." Mr Schue says squeezing my shoulder.

I give him a slight smile before sitting behind the new couple, Santana turns in her seat towards me, her face emotionless.

"So how is new boyfriend Dallas?" She asks her mouth curling into a disgusted facial expression.

"He's not my boyfriend yet- who told you we were a thing?" I ask annoyed.