Henry Creel/Peter Ballard smut

Papa.

Past...

Two screams, the empty cola can crushes. I watch intensely as dark ruby red blood drops down from his round nose to the metal table. I clench my fists, taking slow breathes, im nervous.
I cautiously look beside me, it's only me. I turn to the white, bolt locked doors, the rest of my Sisters and Brothers are sitting, some covering their eyes, the others slumped in exhaustion. Papa has been testing us everyday for the past week, im tired, but Papa says it's for our own good, and i trust him.

Papas soft eyes scan the room, "Five." I look up at him my, my knees buckle in fear.
I feel Peter softly caress my shoulder, "Let's go Five" I suddenly shake my head, folding my arms. He circles around me, then leans down, "It won't take long." I look to Papa and his legs are crossed, hes staring at me, Expectant. Peter gently grabs my hand, smiling sympathetically. I feel my eyes water, "Please no." i whisper.
I hear Papa lift out of his chair, the metal seat screeches against the tiled floors. help me, i mouth to Peter. He frowns and backs up from me, letting my hand hit my side. "Take a seat Five." Papa utters, gesturing to the table. My lip twitches, "Tired." Papa tilts his head, "Everyone is tired Five, this will only take a second." I shake my head, raising my voice, "I'm tired."
Peter turns to my brothers and sisters and ushers them out of the room, other guards follow. Peter starts to close the doors, Papa puts a hand out, "Peter, stay."
He steps forwards, nodding. Papa crouches down, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Five, you need to do this, i understand you're tired." My stomach rumbles, i look down, i didn't eat breakfast this morning with my sisters and brothers.
Papa sighs, "Again? Five, you need to eat." he places a finger on my temple, "it fuels your powerful mind." I frown, "Im tired."
Papa stands up and grabs my arm, "we are going to do this Five." I try to pull away, "No! Im tired!" Papa sits me in the uncomfortable seat and Peter walks behind me. Papa scrunches up his face, "hold her." Peters soft grip holds my arms back. I feel tears streaming down my face, im so tired, i just want to sleep.
Papa leans back, "Right, does this make you angry Five?" I furrow my brows, not angry anymore, just worn out. "Five?" Papa asks, nudging my leg under the table with his sharp boot. I look up at him, my eyelids heavy. "Focus your energy to this can please" If i get it over with i can go to sleep.
I tilt my head down and put my hand out, i close my eyes, focusing all of my little energy on the can. I hear it crumble, but then fall to the floor. I snap my eyes open, Papa has his hands on his head, ducking. I crane my neck, the can had flew across the room. I sit back, wiping my nose. Papa let's out a relived sigh and stands up, "Good work Five." My eyelids flutter open and closed.
Peter, can you bring her to her room please?
I feel warm hands grasp me, i let my head flop, i rest on his chest. Suddenly, im being placed on my bed, Peter leans down and kisses my forehead, "Sweet dreams Winnie." I groan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. "Yes Five?" he gasps, surprised that i was awake. "Sleep."
Peter sits on the bed beside me, he strokes my hair, "Yes, go to sleep Five." I shake my head, grabbing his hand, pulling him down beside me, "sleep." I turn over, resting my head on his chest, "goodnight papa." i yawn. Peter whispers, "goodnight..five."