Picture of Mel at beginning
Mel's POV
They can't catch me, they won't I keep saying to myself as I sit behind the trash can at the park. "MELANIE JAMES JOSEPHSON IF YOU DON'T COME OUT HERE NOW YOU'LL BE EVEN MORE SORRY THAN YOU WILL BE FOR RUNNING!" I flinch at my step-dad's words, as he is on the other side of my hiding spot. Trembling, I rise, standing about a foot shorter than my 6'0" tall step-dad.
"Y-yes, Marcus?" I manage to stutter. He slaps me across the face.
"Don't call me Marcus, you worthless piece of scum, Melanie," he growls at me. "Come on now, you stupid child." He grabs me by my hair and drags me the 5 blocks we have to walk to get back to the house.
When we get back, he throws me to the ground, then wipes of some of my colored hair from his hand. "You. Shouldn't. Have. Ran." He grunts, each word paired with a kick to my stomach. He grabs me by my MCR long sleeved shirt collar and pulls me up. "Do you understand me, Melanie?"
Without thinking, I spit in his face.
"Go to hell," I hiss at him, then immediately regret it. He drops me, and disappears for a mere five seconds. When he appears again, he is holding his old metal baseball bat. Without saying anything, he starts bashing it into my right leg. I let out a blood-curdling scream.
"What in the name of God are you doing!?" I hear a familiar voice yell in absolute shock. "I am taking her right back from you!"
"She tried to run away! Do you really want her to run away for the sixth time, Marjorie?" Marcus holds his hands up, as if he's trying to prove he did nothing wrong. Marjorie, my social worker, helps me up from the ground.
"I'm calling the police!" She whips out her cell phone.
*One phone call later*
"Thank you so much officer," I her Marjorie say sweetly. She then turns her attention to a broken me. "So, Mel, dear, I was looking at people who might be interested in fostering you, would you want to meet them?"
"Sure," I say, still shaken by what happened earlier. He had beaten me before, but never this bad. I see her looking at my wrists. I look down, and pull my sleeves closer to my fingers.
"Alright, they will be expecting us at their house at 12:00 sharp." I sigh, because that's when I have my music class, so i won't get to go.
"Okay," is all I say before running up to my room to get my things. All I have is five band shirts, two sweaters, one leather jacket, five pairs of black skinny jeans a pair of black combat boots, and a picture of my mom, dad and I. I put all my stuff into a pillow case, and head downstairs. "Wait, where will I sleep?" I ask Marjorie.
"You will be sleeping at my house tonight," she tells me. I nod okay, then put my ear buds in. I hit shuffle on my phone, and Our Lady of Sorrows by My Chemical Romance turns on. I see Marjorie signal to me it's time to go. I grab my bag/ pillow case, and follow out to her car.
I climb into the back seat, and we drive off. I don't know how long I was in the car, but I wake to Marjorie shaking me lightly. I clamber out, and she shows me to the guest room. I set my stuff down, and immediately fall asleep.
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Adopted By Frerard ♡
Fanfiction17 year old Melanie Josephson's parents died in the Twin Towers on September 11, 2001. Since then, she has been in and out of foster homes, 5 of them to be exact. Not to mention that she is bullied terribly at school. When she finds out her next fos...
