You aren't my parents

by w.weirdo101

First Fanfic. What if Chloe and Derek had a daughter named Alison that was taken by the EG and adopted by a family of four with an abusive mother. But while Alison's mother is out she finds an old book in the basement about 4 kids with supernatural powers running from people called the Edison group. All rights to kelley armstrong!

5. Chapter 4

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Chp.4

Jenny's (Chloe's mom's) POV

I made Alison a promise if only I could keep it. I had Ben looking around everywhere but no matter how hard we tried we couldn't find Chloe. Ben was asking all the necromancers he knew to ask all the sorcerers they knew to track them with no luck. I didn't want to leave Ali with her abusive mother but there was nothing I could do. It just wasn't fair…but you know what they say… life isn't fair.

APOV

I heard the doorbell ring.

"Ding dong the bitch is home."

I ran down the stairs to the door and unlocked it. Instead of receiving a hello how was your stay at home? Or did you have fun? I received a hard slap to the face.

"You're so worthless I told your father we should've disowned you, ALL YOU ARE IS A WORTHLESS PICE OF SHI-"

The next thing precious mommy felt was MY hand across HER face for a change. I've always been extra strong so the slap left her dazed for a few seconds. I tried to run but my damn long hard. She grabbed a fistful of my hair threw me to the ground and I felt slaps kicks and punches all over my body.

"Young lady if you ever lay a hand on me again-"

I didn't hear the rest because everything went black.

When I woke up I was laying in the same place on the floor as I got the shit beat out of me. I tried to get up but I felt like shit. After about 10 minutes of trying to get up I gave up and crawled to the stairs. I pulled myself up on the railing and limped up the stairs. When I got to the top I fell and crawled to the bathroom. I pulled myself up using the counter as support. I checked my wounds after I carefully stripped to my undergarments. I started at my head. I had all my teeth but there was a huge gash on my head, (still bleeding) a black eye and bloody nose followed by cuts and bruises on my face. Same with the rest of my body cuts and bruises were EVERYWHERE! I treated my face with a wet wad of toilet paper I cleaned my nose. I got several cotton balls and the peroxide from under the sink. I poured the peroxide on the cotton balls and squeezed the peroxide on my head. GOD DAMN IT HOLY MOTHER F***** SHIT OWW! I didn't want anyone to come running so I bit my tongue tasting blood. Great I needed stitches. I threw the cotton balls and the toilet paper away and put the peroxide back grabbed a rag put it to my head and went downstairs.

"Great you're up you lazy little… WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY RAG! Run upstairs and rinse it before the blood ruins it."

"Don't you care where the blood came from?"

"NO GO WASH MY RAG! Oh and cut the grass when your finished."

"I need to get stitches for my head."

"And why would I waist my money on that you know I'm broke!"

"Yes ma'ma I'll just go do my chores."

So I guess I'll just have to let it heal naturally. I rinsed the rag and hung it up to dry then went to mow the lawn (luckily my wound closed up). After I finished I went inside to try to talk to my grandma.

"Grandma… GRANDMA!" I whispered.

I didn't see any sign of her so I just lay on my bed thinking of what to do. I remembered something… my file had some numbers for me to call. I pulled out the box under my bed and looked up the numbers.

Kit Bae- 716-684-3254

Lauren Fellow- 716-225-3986

I went downstairs and slowly inched my way into my mom's room. I walked into the hallway of her room searching for her purse and then searching through it for her phone. I felt its slick blue surface and whispered

"JACKPOT!"

I turned it off so it wouldn't ring and stuck it in my pocket then ran up the stairs to my room, locked the door and sat on my bed.

"Ok I have the numbers I have a phone but who to call?"

I decided to use the stupidest way to decide.

"Ene mene miney mo catch a tiger by the toe if he hollers let him go my bitch mom wants me to die in a hole and you are it."

Turns out my bitch mom wants me to call Lauren Fellows first. I turned on my mo- you know what she's not my mom, I'm goanna quit calling her that. I turned on the bitch's phone and dialed Lauren's number. While the phone was ringing I was wondering what to say.

"Hi Ms. Fellows this is Alison Souza and I don't know you but a ghost who is supposedly my grandma showed me a secret door in my house and it had a file in it with your name and number on it so hey what's up?"

Yeah right she'd probably have me locked up in a crazy home. Before I had time to think of what to say I heard

"Hello Dr. Fellows how can I help you? Hello?

"Hello Ms Fellows I'm going to give you 3 names and tell me if they mean anything to you…

Alison Souza

Chloe Saunders and

The Edison Group."

All I heard was breathing for a few seconds and then I had to pull the phone away from my ear because of what I heard next.

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS AND WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE DO YOU THINK THIS IS!"

I replied with the only thing I could reply with.

"I am Alison Souza."

Then I heard a phone slam shut.

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