Living on the street. Adopted by Popularmmos and Gaming with Jen story.

What a day

A/N read the authors note at the end for some fun.

One week later

Pats P.O.V.
I was out of breath as we walked. Harper was in front of the two of us doing side aerials and one-handed cartwheels because of her wrist. She said she didn't feel like walking.
"Be careful, Harper!" Jen called as she did an aerial then a one-handed cartwheel.
"Jen she's fine. Remember she'll be going to school soon. So she has to get used to us not being around to help her." I said. Jen nodded.
"Harper, I think you should stop because you might fall because of your ankle and then hurt your wrist. We need to talk about school anyway." Jen said.

Harper stopped and came over. I lifted her on my shoulders.
"So, in 3 weeks you'll be staring 1st grade. You'll need a backpack, pencils, a binder, books and stuff like that. So when we get back home we'll go school shopping and then, um, how about the movies. We can go see Finding Dory.
Does that sound good?" I asked, taking  a breath.
"Yes. I want to go home to eat lunch." She said. I set her down on the ground.

"Ok. Do you want to help me cut the steak?"

Harper's P.O.V.
"With-with knives?" I asked nervously.
"Yes?" Dad said. Panic rose inside of me. I started to back away from them.

Flashback
Henry held the knife to my shoulder. He started to drag it down my arm, all the way to the tips of my fingers. I screamed . He did this several more times. Eventually, my arm had about 50 bleeding cuts from my shoulder to my finger tips.
He did the same to my other arm.
This happened  everyday I was with him. More cuts, more screaming, more pain.
End of  flashback

As I was backing up, my sprained ankle gave out and I fell to the ground.
"Ow." I said . I stood up and ran the direction of home. I beat them there. I ran up to my room and went in the closet. I have a space in the back that you can only see if you look really really hard. I crawled back there. I heard the front door open and close twice.
"Harper, babe. Please come out." Mom said as they climbed the stairs. I tried to get as small as I could. They opened the closet door. They started looking around my closet. They found the space I was in and saw me.

Mom picked me up and I screamed.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!! DON'T HURT ME, PLEASE!" I was kicking and punching. They laid me down on my bed. Mom held my wrists down and dad my ankles.
"Calm down." Mom said. I struggled but I wasn't strong enough. I was tired, so I gave up.
"Why are you mad at us?" Dad asked. I thought back to Henry.

Jens P.O.V.
Her eyes closed and she screamed. It was a terrifying sight.
"No! Stop it Henry!" She yelled with her eyes still closed. I picked her up and patted her back so she'd open her eyes.
"Shh. Harper, what happened?" I asked.
"When I was with Henry, he used a knife and cut me from my shoulder to my fingers. On both arms." She explained. I looked at her arms and saw fading cuts. How could he do this? I thought. I put her down on her bed and she fell asleep immediately. Pat and I went downstairs.

"Pat, in the hospital, Madison was there to protect Harper. Well, in her dream. Maybe if we find Madison, she could help be there for Harper?" I suggested.
"But what if she has parents that take care of her?" Pat asked.
"It's worth a shot. Just think of Harper, Pat, she's scared and in pain we need someone that can protect her from Henry." I said.
"We need to find that girl, right now." Pat said.

Madison's P.O.V.
"MADISON! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" My mother yelled. I walked down the stairs to see my mother, in the kitchen with glass laying around her.
"Clean this up right now." She said angrily, pointing at a broken glass cup.
"B-but, I didn't do it." I stuttered.
"I DON'T CARE! PICK IT UP RIGHT NOW!" Mom screamed. I stumbled when I rushed to it. I picked it up, getting cuts all over my hands.