Never Alone

Chapter 1

"Jaden! Get up here and clean the dishes," her drunk foster mom yelled down to her.
"Coming!" She yelled with exasperation
Jaden had spent the last 3 years slaving and cleaning for her foster mom who spent most her hours of the day drunk while bringing home some man every other night, scared she would hurt her. Sometimes she would hurt her for fun and watched her suffer. She would never feed her. The only food she would get is the cheap stuff at school she got for free. She felt completely and  utterly alone, beside her best friend Dylan. He was the only one who actually cared for her and appreciated her. She would spend most her time with him instead of her foster mom. But if she stayed out to late her mom would hurt her again. Dylan didn't know what happened around her and her family because if he did he would try to help. No one can help.
Jaden quickly ran yo the stairs to do what her foster mom said. She started to clean the dishes when she felt something hit the back of her.
She yelped in pain.
"Ha ha ha," she chuckled. "Make sure the dishes are spotless, and hurry up you have to get to school soon."
Jaden cried In pain. She had thrown a glass vase at the back of her. She lifted the back of her shirt to find pieces of broken glass shoved in her back, blood everywhere, but she knew if she didn't do what she was told she would get hurt even more.
"Yes mam," she yelped still in pain.
She cleaned the dishes as best as she could while on her condition. When she finished she ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up before she had to get to school.
"This is definitely going to leave a mark," she whispered to herself. She then left the bathroom to get herself to school before her foster mom caught her again.
She quickly ran back upstairs and went out the door as quickly as possible but only to be met with her foster mom.
"Where do you think your going!" She yelled.
She punched me and pushed me over.
"You haven't made me food!" she screamed.
"But I'll be late to school then," I explained.
She slapped me.
"So what I need food, you can live to be late!"
"Yes mam," I said.
I quickly made breakfast and gave it to her and ran out the door. I wish that I can have a normal life, a life without scars and blood. A life were I'm not lonely.