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

Welcome to....CAMP PAIN (20)

Recap
I knocked on the door and they answered,

"Madison?"

Jens P.O.V.
I opened the door to see Madison, blood on her arms and legs, bruises on her legs and cuts on her arms. I led her inside and took her straight to the bathroom.
"What happened?" I asked as I cleaned her cuts.
"Well, my mother beat me because I was gone all day. She hit my legs with a hammer and she drug nails, you know the ones you build with, down my arms. She collects my blood and freezes it. The she makes me put in my swimsuit and she pours it on me. I spend the night in the freezing basement after that." She explained. I nodded.

"But how did you get here?"I asked.
"Tonight in the basement I found these clothes and when I was 11 I did karate. The door in the basement is no longer a door. It is a pile of wood by a rectangular opening in the wall." She explained. I nodded and kept cleaning her wounds.

"Harper was in tears yesterday because she heard you scream. She asked me if you would be alright. I told her you were tough and that you would be fine. She had her first panic attack. She really loves you, you know." I said. Madison looked up at me.

"Jen, tell me, how do I get away from my mother? Don't turn her in. If she ever got out of jail she'd hunt us all down and kill us one by one while the others watched." She said. I shook my head.
"She would really do that?" Said a small voice from behind us. Harper.

Harper's P.O.V.
I woke up to people talking in the bathroom. I crept to the door to hear mom and Madison's voices. They were talking about my real mother and how she is a crazy person. Madison said that if she got out of jail if she went, she would kill us.
"She would really do that?" I asked . They turned towards me. Madison nodded.
"Harper, you don't know her like I do. She would totally do that. Beat us like crazy. Especially to you. She would beat so hard you'd probably die. I don't mean to scare you but, it's true. A little body like yours wouldn't stand a chance. I'm in pain, I'm sixteen." Madison said. I was terrified.

"Why did she give me away?" I asked.
"Well, I was nine at the time. But when you were 1 or 2 she started calling you worthless, a mistake and stuff like that. She didn't like you so off to the orphanage you went. In that note, I had to write it, it lied. All of it! Ever wonder where that scar on your stomach came from? It's from mother. She cut you, on purpose, with scissors." Madison said. I nodded.

"Harper lets get you back to bed." Mom says. Madison stands up. She winces in the process.
"Well I should probably get back to that prison. Nice seeing you guys." Madison said.
"Oh no, you are not going back there tonight. You can sleep in the guest room." Dad says, stepping in. Madison looked relieved.
"Thank you." She said. I led her there. Once we got to the room, she looked excited.
"I haven't slept in a bed in years. She changed into a t-shirt that mom gave her for the night. She climbed into bed and said, "Love you, Harper." And fell asleep. I went back to my room and fell asleep right away.

~Time skip day...I control time (mwahahahaha!)~ Madison's P.O.V.
I woke up in a strange room. All the memories flooded back into my mind. I was at Harper's house. I slept in a bed for the first time in years. Mother makes me sleep on the floor. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. 10:17  am. Crap. I have to make mother breakfast at 8:30. Going to get beaten so bad.

I got out of bed. Jen had ordered clothes online for me last night. She paid more for an overnight delivery. I put on the blue shirt with a bird on it and the jean shorts. I put on socks and walked to the kitchen. Pat, Jen and Harper were in there already eating breakfast.
"Hey, did you sleep good?" Jen asked. I nodded happily. I sat down beside Harper and started to eat a little of the pancake.
"Are you hungry?" Harper asked. I nodded. I've never got fed this much ever. I ate a whole pancake and drank half a glass of milk and then I was done. After breakfast, I said, "Well, I should get home. Mother counts the minutes I'm gone and that's how many more hits I get added on to my 100 and it's been" I looked at the clock and sighed. "152 minutes." We got in the car and drove to her house.