My Boy (Billy Hargrove)

02

- Sabrina's Pov-

       "She's useless." One of the lab employees whispers. I don't think he knows I can hear him.

"Try again." A voice. A familiar, deep voice demands.

I was tired, exhausted actually. They've been trying, trying for so long. 5 years actually, but for some reason nothing ever worked. Even though I didn't understand, I did know that nothing ever happened and now I think they've given up.

My body was rested up against the wall of a very tiny, four walled room. My chest was heaving up and down, and I could feel how hot my body was, it was burning. Nothing occupied the room except for me. The bad men were standing in the doorway, talking about me. I knew that because I could hear them. Even if I didn't understand every word I could still tell that something was about to happen.

"We've been trying sir. We have to move on."

"What do we do with her then?" The man sighs out in defeat.

"Send her off to a regular family. She grows up as a normal girl and we move on to the next subject. We've already started, she's excellent already at this young age."

Silence now. What was happening?

"Fine. Take her."

I watch as they turn to me, two other men appeared from behind the walls.

"Papa..?" I whispered out before backing myself into the corner. He never answered, all he did was look at me. "Papa..?" I repeated, my eyes started to burn.

I shook my head as one grabbed my wrist, revealing the number seven that had been tattooed on.

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

-

"Sabrina!" Layla's voice calls out.

I snap my head to her direction and raise my eyebrows.

"You were zoned out or something. You okay?" She asks me.

I nod before leaning against my chair. It was lunch and we were sitting at our usual spot along with some of our other friends. She watched me with concern as I popped another strawberry in my mouth, I could see her out of the corner of my eye but I wasn't going to acknowledge it.

My flashbacks weren't something I wanted to talk about and nobody really knew about that except for my mom. But even she didn't know what they really were.

"So, Sabrina. Are you trying out for cheer?" My friend Mandy asks me. She was one of the cheer captains and I'm sure the only reason I hung out with her was because of Layla.

After she asked that, the dirty-blonde haired boy gets up from his seat.

"What?" I straighten my posture to get a better look.

"Cheer..? Are you trying out."

He turns around so I quickly divert my attention to Mandy. I prayed he didn't see me.

"Oh, probably not."

When I thought it was safe I looked back up at him, but quickly regretted it when he was staring right back at me. I cringe at myself as he raises his eyebrows and smirks.

Shit.

He winks at me before turning and exiting the cafeteria.

"Why not? You'd be great. You're skinny and so pretty."