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CHAPTER 18 < a fight to break free > • season 3 episode 7 • __________________
I trudged over to the two and just before I could sit down beside Glenn, a sound I recalled all too well caught me off guard.
A sound I hated endlessly. The dreaded door to this room was an exact replica to the one that invited people into my 'cell', slowly creaking open.
It was now or never, bitches.
He was back, and this time— he was here for blood.
Our blood.
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"McKenzie!" I yelled out, rushing through the packed playground to my daughter who'd decided it was a great idea to kiss the floor.
"Ow.." The young brunette groaned, her hazel orbs lifting up from her now dirtied and slightly grazed hands, her honey like eyes slowly meeting my darker brown pair.
"God.. what did you even manage to fall over?" I bit back my laughter, silently assessing McKenzie for any severe injuries, but thankfully there were none to be found. "You good, flower?"
"Not funny mom." McKenzie rolled her eyes, rubbing her slightly reddened leg, before accepting my outstretched arm and hauling herself back up and onto her two feet, with some assistance. "And yeah— I'm good.. you always tell me to keep going, even when things are hard, that's what you and mommy Jo used to do right?." McKenzie said, innocently referencing the comforting words i'd been sure to engrave deeply into her mind, perseverance was one of the most precious concepts— and one that I wanted McKenzie to follow, and to have a full understanding of its important qualities. McKenzie's mention of her biological mothers name didn't go unnoticed, I treasured Jo and I was more than aware of her excitement to have her baby.
Just because Jo was robbed from even a speck of motherhood. She entrusted me with the daughter she never got to know; I ensured that McKenzie knew everything that J knew about Jo.
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Keep going.. even when things seem hard. I recited the short sentence over and over again, until I was certain to persevere, like i'd expertly taught my daughter. This situation was hard, and that was quite the understatement; i'd been held captive here for just shy of a year, punched, kicked, beaten black and blue on more than ten occasions, and worst of all I'd been manipulated into becoming the Governors personal killer, a dehumanised human weapon, and worst of all he had ultimately shaped me into some kind of wretched monster, a person that I for sure failed to recognise.
