By the way she looked, you can tell she ended up somewhere good. She wasn’t railed thin like she used to be, but had curves that no man could ignore. Her hair was still that chestnut brown, but fell in short soft waves. Her look too was the complete opposite of what she used to wear. She always had the most girly outfits, but now she was edgy. Which got me thinking, what changed her?
I was twelve years old when I met Madison. I was an orphan and in and out of foster homes since I was a baby. I’ve been at the Montgomery’s house for about a year and so far it’s been going good. Much better than the other foster home I came from. I was so far the only kid they fostered, but Mr. Montgomery mentioned they wanted to foster a little girl. In about a week after, they got a call that they would be fostering a ten year old girl. She was the smallest and fragile looking girl I ever seen. I could tell by the way she flinched and stared out, lost in thought, something was haunting her.
For three years, we were best friends who did everything with each other. I felt like I had finally found someone who cared and trusted me, especially when she would talk to me about her parents and what happened. I couldn’t relate since I never met mine, but I always listened to everything she said.
Madison was very shy and clumsy. Three years later from when she first moved in, we had to attend a black tie event, which was a way for the Montgomery’s to show off for doing the charitable thing by providing us a home. She accidentally tripped, knocked the champagne tray out of the waiters hands, and it ended up all over Mrs. Montgomery’s friends. Mr. Montgomery grabbed Madison by the hand and dragged her into his study. This wasn’t the first time this happened when she had an accident, but I couldn’t stand by again to listen to her screams when he hits her. I stormed in after them and right when I walked in, Madison was bent over his desk and he was removing his belt. I knew right than he was going to hit her again, so I rushed over and moved her behind me. The Montgomery’s changed a lot since Madison moved in, which made me not want to live here, but I couldn’t leave her. When the next year came, she did something I would never expect.
I could never forgive her and part me hoped when I did see her, I would feel nothing and move on. I played the I’m not interested in you, which is partly true. Part me is interested in making her feel the pain she caused me because of her lies. I just wished I wasn’t wanting to see what was under her clothes. When Knox suggested they were going to fuck all over the place, I couldn’t stop the anger creeping in. I wondered if she knew he was with a different woman most nights. He was a dumbass because if I was sleeping with Madison and had no idea how much of deceitful bitch she could be, I would rather go home to her every night than a different woman. Just looking at her, she was every guy’s dream but my worst nightmare.
Chapter Five
Madison
9 years ago…
Miss Delilah escorted me to her car after we watched my mama get lowered into the ground. As soon as the door closed, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
“Oh Madison dear, come here.” Miss Delilah held me while I cried on her blouse. She rubbed my back and kept whispering me comforting things like I didn’t need to bottle up my feelings and how it’s ok to cry. I felt better after five minutes, but I was still anxious about going to the Montgomery’s house. Miss Delilah told me they were fostering a boy about two years older than me, I just hope he would like me.
It took us about twenty minutes after we left to arrive at the Montgomery’s house. It was in the complete opposite direction of Bellingham and was located in a rich country side in Burlington. When we pulled up to their house, we had to get into a gate first than drive down a huge forest drive way. I couldn’t help, but let my mouth fall open. I came from a rusty and disgusting trailer park, while their house looked like something out of one of those home magazines mama would read.
We got out of the car and headed up the massive staircase to the front door. I hid behind Miss Delilah, part of me was scared they would take one look at me and send me back. I was made fun of in school for being so scrawny and deathly looking. I was in a black dress that was two sizes too big, tights that had runs in them, and add to the fact I was whiter than their house with dark purple circles around my eyes, I looked like a zombie. Oh god, what happens if the boy starts to bully me like the other kids. Before I could dwell any longer, two of the most perfect looking adults answered the door.
They looked like the parents from that show, Leave it to Beaver. Mrs. Montgomery’s hair was in a nice bun, with pearls around her neck, and a beautiful dress that fit her perfect and was probably worth a fortune unlike mine. Mr. Montgomery was in a
