New family

                                    

                                          
TW: mentions of rape, self harm, and drug abuse 
Angelina frowns and tightens her grip on Maddox's hand as they walk through the orphanage, which looks like it could fall apart at any moment. 
"This place is horrible." Angelina whispers, peeking into a room to see young kids playing on the floor with nothing but sticks from outside. 
Maddox nods in agreement. "Have I ever thanked you for adopting me?" He asks half playfully. 
Angelina gently smacks him arm. "Be serious. I heard about a girl here, her parents died when she was 3 and she's been stuck here ever since. I've heard some pretty horrible stories about her past and what she's gone through, and I want to take that away from her. I want to give her a better life."
Maddox smiles at his Mom. "You've got a good heart, Mom."
Angelina smiles and kisses his head. "Thanks, baby."
They walk through the orphanage until they find a desk. 
"Hello," Angelina greets the lady who glances at her lazily. 
"What?"
"Um, my name is Angelina Jolie, and I was hoping you could help me find a girl who lives here? Her name is Y/N-"
Angelina is cut off by the lady scoffing. "That little bitch." She grumbles. 
Angelina, taken aback, frowns. "Excuse me? That's no way to talk about a child."
"She's not a child. She's a 16 year old demon from hell." The lady huffs. "Why do you want her?"
"I'd like to talk to her." Angelina says. 
The lady rolls her eyes before pushing her chair back to the bottom of the stairs. 
"Y/N! Get your fucking ass down here now before I give you another reason to hate yourself!" She shouts up the stairs. 
Angelina stares at the woman in shock and disgust. Maddox can't seem to form any words for the woman's behaviour either. 
"You called, your majesty?" You ask sarcastically and walk down the stairs. 
"Drop the tone." She snaps and clips your ear. "Some lady wants to talk to you."
You rub your ear to ease the sting before looking over at the lady in question. "Hello."
"Hi, Y/N. My name is Angelina Joile, this is my son Maddox." 
You nod your greeting to the boy who smiles at you. "What's up? Are you with the feds?"
"No, we're not. Can we talk somewhere privately?" Angelina asks. 
"Sure, we can go to my room. Or shall I say the closet next to the bathroom?" You says spitefully towards the keeper. 
"You're lucky it's not outside, you ungrateful bitch." She sneers. 
You roll your eyes. "This way." You say before walking back up the stairs. 
Angelina and Maddox follow, hating the way the stairs creek and seem like they could collapse at any moment. The walls are dirty and covered in mold, there aren't any windows, it seems completely miserable. And you weren't kidding about your room being a closet next to the bathroom. 
"This is where you sleep?" Maddox asks as you open the door to the room not ever big enough to fit a mattress. 
"It's better than outside." You shrug and kick your jacket to the side, sitting down on your pile of clothes that you sleep on. "Have a seat."