Repairs

-Prologue-

Summary: She may work in a sweet hotel, but her home life is anything but. Abused by her mother, has no father, and her siblings all disappeared, Maddie Fitzpatrick has the weight of the world resting on her small shoulders. So after a hit too hard, can she find solace? And what do the twins and London have to do with this? Maddie x London Friendship, Maddie x Zack, Cody x London.

IMPORTANT Author’s Note: Just a prologue everyone. I know, I’m spitting out stories faster than a ten year old spits out baby teeth, but I got a lead on this one so I’m taking it. I don’t know if I’ll be updating this right away; I want to finish Changes first, but check back anyway. But first, a few things…

I know in “Poor Little Rich Girl” the state of Maddie’s home life was revealed, but I mean, come on, it’s Disney, there aren’t going to be any problems. I thought I’d spice things up a bit. So before you guys say “OMGLIEK THAT W0ULDN’T HAPPEN IN T3H SH0W!1!11!” I know that.

And I’M SO SORRY if this offends anyone. This was written on real life events, and to make people aware: This isn’t a dramatization. It’s happened before, and it will happen again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maddie, Zack and Cody, or anyone/thing else from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. Disney has, sadly, all the rights…with the possible exception of the Sprouse Twins themselves.

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The apartment was dark. Silent. Cold. The rain splattered against the window as if in a rage, thunder roaring in the distance. A shard of lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the stone cold face of a woman, shadows pouring into the dips in her narrow face.

Standing shock still and emotionless, across from that woman, was another, young and unfeeling. Her usually radiant blonde hair was now matted and mussed, clumps sticky with a dark red liquid, other strands loose into her face and stuck to her bruised cheeks with dried tears. Her large brown eyes, so filled with emotion, were now vacant and empty, a seeming grey overtaking the beautiful light brown.

There was blood on the wooden floor. The apartment creaked and seemed to sway with each gust of cold Boston air. A musty smell, coppery and thick, burned the senses with its overpowering scent. Stains coated the wall; insects, rats, fungus like a blanket over everything. Some windows were broken, the rain from outside pooling and mixing with the wet red inside on the deteriorating wood.

The two woman stood absolutely still, staring each other down in the darkness. The younger spoke first, breaking the tension that was able to cut with the knife in the older woman’s fist.

“Go ahead.” The girl held her hands up, a kind of cold smirk on her full lips. “Do anything you want, there isn’t anything you haven’t done to me already. Do it, I dare you. I dare you to take one more step towards me you cold-hearted bitch.”

That set the other woman off, and she shrieked, diving forward and hitting the young blonde over the head with an empty beer bottle. The girl barely winced, the force from the blow the only reason she fell over. She tried to stand back up, but the opposition was coming on too strong.

The older woman was locked in an intense rage, kicking and punching and scratching the poor teen on the floor with all she had.

“YOU STUPID WHORE! Don’t you EVER talk back to me, you USELESS SHIT! I AM YOUR MOTHER AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME!”

The young girl let out a small cry in pain as the enraged woman dug her nails into her side, tearing the sensitive skin. But she relentlessly carried on, nonchalantly, talking with a sarcastic force through the beating.

“You’re not my mother. Mothers care for their children, love them, are there for them, while YOU—” She was cut off as the wind was knocked out of her by a vicious blow to the stomach with a stiletto heel; that was going to leave a mark. She sucked in a large breath, while the woman who claimed to be her mother caught her breath, still clutching the neck of the broken beer bottle.

“—are nothing but a bitch.”

The woman slapped her, hard; the girl heard her jaw pop, but she continued.

“An abusive…”

Another kick. She wasn’t scared anymore. Now she was just numb.

“…shameless…”

The woman dragged a shard of broken green glass across her stomach.

“…heartless…”

The young girl’s vision began to fade, and hands wound around her neck and gripped until she could no longer breathe. Yet she determinedly chocked out her last word.

“…Bitch.”

And for Madeline Fitzpatrick, the world went black.

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End Prologue

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Author’s Note: Just a prologue, it’s supposed to be short. I know, harsh right? But this is reality people, it’s the way some lives are. I want you to feel Maddie’s pain. You may not be able to relate to her, but people need to know that everyday, the most unlikely people live like this, or have lived like this. Only a few lucky ones ever escape. I’ll see if Maddie will be one of them.