First home (a KickThePJ {PJ Liguori} story)

Chapter 1- Sneaking about

"BRITTA MEYERS, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR USLESS LITTLE ASS DOWN HERE IM GOING TO END YOU!" Beatrice yelled from down stairs.

Not Britta. Again, seriously?
What did she do this time?

"I'm coming!" Britta yelled and darted out of our shared room.

Yes, Britta is one of my housemates, the only one who isn't a total bitch.

When I was 2 my parents were good friends with Beatrice so when they "left" they dropped me to live with her and the other children at the orphanage.

The reason I say "left" is because Beatrice and the other kids have said other more intense things about them. Like that they got murdered or that they left me here because they thought that I was ugly.

Those other kids and Beatrice are just great. (Sarcasm intended)

So, here we are, 8 years later. Waiting for whatever strange gloopy mess that Beatrice would whip up for our dinner while her ass sits in her pimped out room and eats actual food.

"SUPPER." She yelled from downstairs.
I heard multiple doors slam open and many pairs of socked feet running gown the hall.

Me, on the other hand, couldn't care less. As the oldest attendee of Reddington Orphanage, I didn't have much to do with any of the other kids, accept Britta. She was only 2 years younger than me whilst most of the others were only about 9 or 10.

"MADELINE SCOUT GET DOWN HERE FOR DINNER!" A bitter voice screeched.

Ugh. Beatrice.

I walked down stairs and took a seat at the head of the table, opposite Beatrice. That was my "assigned seat." She said as the oldest, I must act like a young lady and show dignity. Dignity? Since when do I have any dignity?

I peered down into the bowl. Looks like chicken and rice soup. This could be worse. It still wasn't good, though.

After we said grace we ate our dinner in silence. The sound of spoons scratching the bottom of the bowls and the clock ticking filled the room.

After we finished it was about 7:30. We then got thirty minutes to wash up and get ready for bed. The clock in each room struck 8. We were expected to have all showered and gotten ready for bed. Britta and I stood in attention and waited for Beatrice to come and inspect the room and make sure we were ready for lights out at 8:30.

It took her roughly ten minutes to give the all clear and send us back to whatever we were doing.

Therefore, we had a solid twenty minutes of free time before lights out. So naturally, I grabbed my sketch pad, a pencil, my iPod and walked downstairs. I took a seat on the carpet in the corner of the room and plugged in my headphones and put my iPod on shuffle. The first song that played was Creep by RadioHead, my favorite band.

I started to sketch what my room would look like if I had my own real room.

I would plaster the walls with posters and fill the room with guitars. The guitar was the only real thing I was good at, other than being a piece of shit.
The only thing that my parents left with me when the dropped me at Reddington was my mothers guitar. For some reason, Beatrice let me keep it. I defended that thing with my life. I hit Jasper, another attendee, in the face a few years ago because he tried to play it. Let's just say that no one has touched it since then.

All of a sudden the clock ticked 8:30.
Shit! I'm supposed to be in my room! I sprinted up the stairs and slide into the room, seconds before Beatrice came in.

"Lights out, lady's." She peered in the door

"Yes ma'am" Britta flipped the lights off.

"Mhm." I answered.

She then left the room and I pretended to fall asleep. The only thing that has kept me alive in this hell hole is being able to sneak out whilst Beatrice was getting wasted and having sex with her boyfriend, down stairs.

I waited until about 10:30 after everyone was asleep to try to leave. I grabbed my backpack that I had filled with money that I had been saving from doing extra chores, my cellphone that I bought, and my sketch pad and pencils.

I then crept over to the window and lifted it open. Why doesn't Beatrice have a lock on our windows? Oh yeah, that's right, she doesn't care about our well being. I climbed out onto the roof, shut the window, and used a large maple tree in the yard to climb down.

I the proceeded to sprint down the sidewalk and into a park. This was my favorite place to go when I snook out. It was peaceful and calm, unlike Reddington. It's also didn't smell like feet and stale milk, unlike Reddington.

I took a seat on a bench, unzipped my bag, and retrieved my phone and my sketching stuff.

I put on my headphones and starting listening to RadioHead, again.

I sat and continued to sketch my dream bedroom. I added a bed with a comfortable looking mattress and a few bookshelves filled with books and games.

I felt someone take a seat next to me. Did someone notice that i left?

I looked over and saw a man. He appeared to have scruffy brown hair.
I continued to draw.

"Are you listening to RadioHead?" He asked. "Your volume is up awful high."

"Oh um yeah! They are my favorite band." I answered

"Good choice! Young people these days don't have a very good general music taste."

Why was he talking to me? Is it strange that a grown man and a young girl are taking about music in the dark?

"Oh yeah. The other kids only listen to shitty pop music." I look over at this stranger.

"Other kids? Where are your parents?"

"Oh I don't-I don't really have parents." I looked down and rung my hands. This is normally when someone would get weirded out and leave.

"Oh. I'm so sorry." He hugged me.

I don't even know this mans name and he is hugging me? What. The. Hell. This is kind of nice. I can't remember a time when someone hugged me. I think he felt bad for me and that made me mad.

My body tensed up and I pulled away.

"Where are my manners? My names PJ!" He said "sorry if I came across as creepy. I bet it's strange to have a strange man hug you in the dark."

"No, it's ok, really. I just don't think I can remember the last time I was hugged. Thank you" I told PJ.

He looked at me a little bit confused.

"Oh and my name is Maddie." I informed PJ. "Well it's about time for me to get back." I grabbed my sketch pad and packed up my stuff.

"Alright, it was nice meeting you, Maddie."

"It was nice meeting you to, PJ" I waved.

I walked all the way home thinking about how nice he was to me. No one other then Britta is ever kind to me.

I climbed back up the tree and climbed back into the bedroom and slipped off my shoes and put my bag away.

I then put my pajamas on and slid into my bed, almost instantly falling into a deep sleep.