She woke up in a cellar, it was dark, she could feel the cold concrete on her thighs, the layers of dirt, dust built up between her skin and the gravel-sand mixture, her hands felt dirty, she backed up into the wall, "Let me out of here please!" She screams, "Oh good you're awake.", her body begins to feel again, pain everywhere, "My friends paid a visit can you tell?", a salty body taste is felt in her mouth, her face frowns, spitting out the thick substance, sobbing as she does, "Stand up.", she doesn't, "Stand up Elena!", she grabs onto the bars next to her body, her legs caving in, her hips sore, but she manages, leaning onto the side of the concrete walls, "It's been two days your mommy wants you home.", he strokes his daughters cut up cheek, "Don't worry you can give yourself a bath." He wiggles his fingers inches away from her face, as to say 'I won't touch you', he smirks unlocking her cell, she wobbles out, sobs escaping her mouth as she walks up the steps, but then gunshots are heard, the man tackles her to the ground, a knife to her neck, "Say anything-", "Hel-", the knife is pressed closer to her neck, "GCPD! Edward Nygma come out with your hands above your head!", "Come out with your hands up or we will use force!", "We're coming in!", Stomps are heard above the heads, Elle sobs quietly, struggling underneath him as she feels her father grow above her, and then a light is shined on both of them, heat flowing over the girl's body, relief, her ears ring, everything blurry, the man's weight lifting off of her, "Hey- hey- your safe, can you tell me your name?", "Elle- Elle Nygma."...
A picture is slid in front of her, "Do you know who this is?", The girl looks down, a photo of her brother, a smile placed on her face, the little girl smiles widely, "That's my brother, he calls me Ellie, sometimes he brings me candy home.", "Good job, and this?", another photo is slid in front of her, "Blythe, She's three years older than me-", "We have one more for you, Elle, can you help me one more time?", the little girl nods, a new photo is slid in front of her, "That's Quizzie, she's my half-sister, Mommy had a boyfriend before d- Edward.", "Thank you, Do you know where these three are?", Elle's smile fades away, she brings her legs up to her chest, cuddling into herself, "I ran out of my medicine, so Blythe was taking me to get some more- Mr.Clay always gives me some for free, but he won't-", "Who is he?", "Daddy.", "Okay so your dad, Edward, yes?", "Yeah.", "Daddy wanted me to go with him.." The girl slowly begins to cry, "And Blythe- Blythe didn't want him to take me, I needed my meds.. I needed them- mommy got mad too, and pulled me, but Blythe knocked over a vase- grandmas vase-" she sobs, "It's okay, it's okay, take your time sweetheart." The woman says, "Daddy got mad, really mad, he got the glass and cut Bythe on her eye, but then I had to go- That's all I remember." She wipes her tears, "Elle, can you tell us about what you do when you are with your father?", "I Blackout most times, but when I wake up, there's stuff in my mouth, and my hips hurt.", the detectives nod, "Elle I have to ask again, do you know where your siblings are?", "No!- no no I don't. They don't tell me that stuff I don't know what goes on when I leave!" She stares at the ground, speaking in a whisper, but still shouting, "Thank you Elle for talking to us."...
"Hello Elle, I am Dr.GreenBell, I am a psychiatrist, here at the GCPD do you know what that is?", "Mommy took me there once.", "She did?" The doctor acts surprised, "What did the doctor say to you then.", "She said a lot of things.", "Ok well, we can figure that out later Huh Elle? Can you tell me about your relationship with your father?", "Daddy love Blythe the most, but she's old enough now, she doesn't have to visit him, but I do.", "Elle, the detectives already told me about what happened leading up to yesterday.", "Can you tell me about before, did he ever touch you in ways you didn't like?", "He touched us all, in church, mommy made us wear dresses so we'd look normal, he'd put his hand on my leg, and keep it there.", "What else would he do Elle.", "No! I know your tricks!", "I can't tell you that!", "I can't!" She hits the table, "I can't I can't!", "Mommy said I can't." "Your mother isn't here-", the door opens, "Elena, Can you help us- just one more time.", the girl nods her head slowly, a picture is set in front of the girl, she looks down, a scream escaping her mouth, "No!" She gets up backing up against the wall, the cold concrete reminding her of waking up every weekend, she slips down, "Is it your brother Elle?", the girl cuddles into herself, sobs escaping her mouth as she cries, she nods, the detective looks down at the photo, The lanky redhead blue, a gunshot between his eyes, "That's my Milo-", "My Milo.." she sobs...
The detective taps his pen on the table, "So Quizzie works with your mother.. Punchline, jokers second right-hand woman?", Elle nods, "And your brother lived a completely normal life up until when he turned 16? And then he started working as a male escort?", Elle nods again, "They think I don't notice." The small girl sniffles, "And your other sister who is-", "15.", "15, is the one who takes care of you full time? Cooks, cleans, while your brother makes money.", the girl nods again, "Elena-", "My name is Elle please don't call me Elena.", "Okay Elle, I'm gonna drive you to a group home, where you'll stay, until we find your sister, and then you two can re-locate together." They cuff her up, "You never told me I had to leave! No I want to stay here! With you guys!"...
She got there that afternoon, sat in front of a window as her stuff was settled in, soon a boy would approach her, "Hello I'm Max." She looks up slightly, "Elle Nygma.", the boy sits down, "Our fathers knew each other..", "Did they." She looks back at the window, "Which one is he?", she lifts her dress, revealing a scarred thigh, initials spread across, the boy examines it, pointing to one just above her knee, "Lonnie Machin.", "I remember him, he knocked me out once.", "Me too, he was a bit rough when..", "You don't have to say it out loud, I know what he did.", they sit in silence for a moment before Elle reaches over to the boy, placing a hand on his hand, "We can be friends.", "That sounds nice."...
4 years later...
The girl touches the space next to her, a bandage wrapped around her bloody hand, she couldn't feel the cold metal under her hand, she had a large sweater on, 'Arkham asylum' printed on the front, she stares at the ground as footsteps approach her, soon she sees boots in front of her face, she looks up, "Welcome back to the real world kid.", "I'm not a kid, can we just get out of here please." She stands up walking ahead of the boy, "What happened to your hand, Ellie?", "Nothing happened to my hand max, and it's Elle, where's your ride.", "Right there." He points to a Mercedes Benz, "Mmm steal it?", "Daddy gave it to me-", he grabs Elles arm, "Give me a kiss." He smirks, she shakes her head with a smile, standing on her tippy toes, he grabs her cheeks, pulling her lips in, connecting them before wrapping an arm around her waist, "I missed you, I didn't mean to get you into this mess.", "My times is done, 2 years solitary confinement, 1-year general." She says as she gets in the car, he chuckles before speeding off, the girl waves her hand with the wind, watching the city go by, freedom, it was new to her, in every way, "How is Blythe?", "Blythe is Blythe, saw her a week ago..", "She still mad at me?", "She's always mad at everyone.", soon they arrive at her older sisters apartment, Elle anxiously getting out, with a deep breath, Max taking her hand, walking up from behind her, "She's your sister Elle, she misses you.", he leads her up the steps, the third door on the second story, he knocks a few times before the door opens, "Oh good your here, Elle it's nice to see you." She hugs her sister, "We have some business to attend to." The girl steps out of her home, locking the door behind her, the other two follow her, confused by what was happening, Blythe gets in the backseat of Max's car, "I texted you the directions, this should be fun.", the other two get in and Max speeds off, "Where is this place.. in the middle of nowhere?", "It's a warehouse..", "Are you leading us to our deaths?" Elle comments as she picks her nails, "Elle if any of us were going to kill you, It'd be you.", "That's rude."...
