Gone But Never Forgotten...

Chapter One-

(picture is of the girl which is playing Madison,I know she may look a little more older than 13 but she will be playing her through out this entire story)

Hi...My name is Madison, I'm 13years old...I currently live in downtown LA with my Mother which really isn't a mother at all. All she does is drink, smoke, do drugs and sleep around with males. My Older brother Brodie, he is 22 years old and well he isn't much different than my actual father. They are both in gangs, sells drugs, fucks with girls minds and they bash woman. Then there's my older sister...Mikaylah and well she's truly a different story. She's only 19 years old and the slut already has 3 kids which she has no custody over, she goes out and gets drunk every night, smokes marijuana, sleeps with every boy she can get her hands on and then well she comes home, depressed.

But this is how it all started...

My mother decided to sleep with another man other than my father(not a surprise) but it ended out being pretty bad after we all found out that she was carrying twins to another man. Brodie and Mikaylah weren't even there or frankly, they didn't know about the pregnancy until when my mother was 6 months in to the pregnancy. I was happy that I was going to be having twin little sisters running around the house, I'd have someone to love and to keep me company other than my family which are never home. But then we had dad on the other hand and he is a complete head case. His reaction wasn't surprising. He got up and started hitting my mother and then I made the worst mistake I could've.

"Dad stop it! Don't hit her please... You're gonna hurt her and the babies" I yelled from across the room from the bottom of the stairs.

Father quickly turned around and looked at me in the worst way possible.

I slowly started to stand up.

"Don't you fucking move one bit more, Madison Elizabeth Johnson" he screamed at me.

Oh gosh. This time I knew I messed up and I kinda knew what was coming for me...a beating.

As my father gets up off my mother... And stops hitting her, I run up the stairs into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. As I sit on the bathroom floor with my back to the door I hear my fathers calls.

"MADISON! ONCE I GET A HOLD OF YOU IT WILL BE YOUR DEATH" he yells while I hear the thumping of his shoes hitting the staircase as he runs up them like a tiger chasing its prey.

I didn't want this to happen, I just wish he'd stop hitting my mother so much. Especially now that she's carrying two beautiful human beings inside of her.

Everything was suddenly silent and the only thing I was able to hear my loud breathing. But then out of no where, there was banging on the outside of the bathroom door, I started getting a little anxious. I was really hoping that it was either Brodie or Mikaylah home and just wanting the bathroom but it wasn't.

"Open this fucking door Madi" he asked calming from the other side of the door.

"NO!" I screamed back at him.

And within seconds, the bathroom door had been knocked down on top of me. I feel a cold large hand grip the back of my neck and well this time, I knew it wasn't going to end well.

My own father dragged me across the floor all the way to my bedroom, as we approached my door, he picked me up over his shoulder, and through me onto my bed as if I was nothing more than a rag doll.

I curled up into a tiny ball and closed my eyes,praying to myself that this wasn't going to be the end. My head started become drowsy as my anxiety kicks in. I begin to start breathing heavily and feeling like I can't catch a breath. I hear my fathers screams in the back of my head... I was unsure of what he was saying, but all I could hear was his loud voice yelling over the top of my own voice in my head.

I opened my left eye just a tiny bit, peaking over my arms that I had resting over my face to try and protect me from this psychopath.

I look up to see him clench his fist, I quickly shut my eyes. Then at the least expecting moment, I feel his fist hit my rib cage... A instant burning, cold feeling started to surround the area my father just hit, my eyes begin to start watering but just not enough for him to notice, I then received another hit to the stomach. I started to feel weak and sick.

Everything become so quiet, I didn't even understand what was happening... I wasn't fully able to comprehend what just happened. I knew he hadn't left the room yet so I laid still. Trying not to make it too obvious that at this point I was crying and breathing heavily.

My father then slaps me just once more, I feel his cold, unfaithful hands slide across the my face. Why was this happening. Why me?

I didn't wanna do it anymore... I then had the most horrible thought... Why don't I just Kill myself...?