Chapter Twenty-Three: Memories. Part Two.

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-Maisy's P.O.V-

I slowly walked to the table.

I jumped on the table and mouthed I love you to Ryan.

He shook his head, and I knew he felt the same.

The man strapped wires on me and put the helmet on me.

Suddenly memories invaded my mind.

I watched my own birth.

I could help but wonder.

Who was she?

Who is my father.

The scenery around me spins and I was up back in the Adoption Center.

I watch as people walk past a little me, ignoring me.

I couldn't help but feel bad for myself.

The scenery changed again.

I had to re-watch myself get stabbed.

I was suddenly in a unfamiliar place.

I wasn't ever here.

"Hello Daughter."

A man's voice rang through the room.

My father?

I could see his shadow.

"Your my father?"

"Indeed. You may be upset now but you'll forgive me sooner or later."

The man came out of the shade and I watched as my mind connected his face to why he was familiar.

"You own this hunt."

"Your right. I have always underestimated you. I must say you've made me proud. I'm not to keen on your life I would have chosen better."

He sighed.

"Oh well."

"Oh please! At least I know how to love! I don't just drop the people I love, that are my family, at an abusive place they could die!!! Oh yeah and I forgot tried to kill them in a little game for their amusement."

"Ungrateful."

He shouts and strikes my neck with his hands.

-Ryan's P.O.V-

I watched as Maisy started squirming and screaming.

"What's happening to her???"

I scream running towards the metal table she was lying on.

The mans eyebrows knit in confusion.

"She's having a panic attack."

"Is she going to be Okay!!?!"

I scream angry he isn't caring.

"Maybe."

He smirks and walks away.

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