*trigger warning, abuse*
School was uneventful, as usual, and I went to rehearsal. I run lines and go home, doing my small pile of homework, then hang out with my family. All is good.
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*Maddie pov*
I'm sitting on the side of the couch, wrapped in a blanket and dozing off. My parents are watching chopped while I'm nearly asleep. Next thing I know, I'm being carried into my room, greeted by my father's face. He smiles and lays me on my bed, wrapping me in my soft, golden blanket. It's nearly December, so it's getting colder. It's already snowed a few times, which is always fun. Jazzy and Anthony's wedding is in February, two weeks before my birthday, February 6th. I fall asleep in a few minutes and have a dream.
"Get upstairs, Stacy! And you! You, you, what's your name? You know what? I don't even care. I'm just sending you back after I hit you a little." Jason, my foster father screams, then clocks me in the head with the beer bottle in his hand. I fall to the ground and he kicks me around. He doesn't relent until I'm crying and bloody on the ground. He stomps up the stairs, still drinking, as I fade into unconsciousness. I look up again to see him, slapping me repeatedly.
"Honey, Maddie, wake up. Please wake up! I'm here, don't be scared." I look up to see Anthony shaking me awake. I hug him and cry into his shoulder. "You're alright now, do you want to talk about it?" He asks, stroking my hair. "It was my old foster father, when I was 8. He was the first one I had. He- he kicked me, and hit me." I say, then look at the alarm clock. "Ant, go back to bed. It's only 3 am. I'm fine." I say, getting back under the covers. Anthony sits further onto the bed. "No, I'm staying with you. I'll sleep on the floor." He says, stealing an extra blanket from the ever-growing pile on the floor and laying down. "Fine, ant. I know you'll put up a fight if I try to make you sleep with jazz, so just stay here."
I fall asleep to anthony singing and wake up to him dining as well. Well, him and the rest of the cast. I roll out of bed and put on some simple clothes. Anthony wakes up to his alarm 10 minutes before we have to leave. He throws on some jeans, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt. I went to the doctor and I don't have to be on crutches anymore, but i still have to take it easy and wear a brace. I hop in the car and get to school. I meet up with Riley, who's coming home with me and Anthony and I tonight. I go through the boring school day and get in Anthony's car with Riley.
"Ok, so homework first, then run lines." I say to both Anthony and Riley, then we pull up to the apartment. Riley parents are out of town for 3 days, so he's staying with us until they get back. We both run inside, our backpacks swaying on our backs. We spread out in the living room and study French, social studies, science, English and math. Then we sit on the couch and go through our lines.
Eventually, I end up in Rileys arms. We hear Anthony's door open and we both jump away from each other an continue our lines. Anthony calls us for dinner, he made pasta. We all eat and then hang out in the living room, singing showtunes. Ya, that's a regular thing that Riley and I along with our friends, now introducing my parents to this game of ours.
We sing all night, then i head to my room, leaving Riley on the couch, where he'll be sleeping. I love my life so much.
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AN hey! Sorry it's late. AHCODJAONZ I got princess number 12, which is the one that starts it. I love you all. Bye!
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