Chapter 14

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Chapter 14:

A/N: this chapter is short. Sorry I'm trying to balance work and other responsibilities. Trying to find time is nearly impossible, but anywho, let's get started. Enjoy!!

Eleven stared at the open dark space before her. She could barely see her bare toes, but she did feel the puddle of water swarming her ankles. A shiver quaked through her body.

"H-hello?" Eleven called into the darkness.

She was begging for a fairy godmother to answer and tell her that everything was okay, but she knew it never would.

A scratching sound echoed her area. She screamed out of fear and uncertainty​. She wanted out. Her breath became shallow and fast. Her chest felt like it was on fire. Eleven wished her Papa would save her.

The scratching approached faster and eleven curled up in the water as fear made her feel small and weak. As on cue she was pulled out of the trance. Her eyes straining as the bright light blinding her.

Papa grabbed her hard as she screamed from the pain, "are you stupid?"

Eleven shook as she never heard Papa so mad before.

"You are a chicken! A wimp! I raised you better and you failed me! A failure of a child! No one will want your ugly ass!"

Papa yelled and yelled at them you girl kicking at her. Eleven screamed in pain as she tried to avoid the blows. What did she do wrong? She knew her question would never be answered as she blacked out from pain.

Eleven woke up and she immediately noticed the change of an outfit. She was back in her normal hospital gown as she shivered.

"You broke three of her ribs, Dr. Brenner. You could have killed her."

Eleven knew she shouldn't be listening into the doctor and Papa's conversation, but she listened in.

"She's an weak excuse for a daughter. I raised her, and she betrayed me. She will be terminated. She cannot enter the public. She knows too much. Subject 011 will be terminated. Tomorrow."

Dr. Brenner told the doctor in a low and serious tone as his shoes tapped the tile as he departed. Tears ran down her face. Her Papa hated her. She did everything wrong. He's right she is a weak daughter. One thing Eleven knew was she wasn't ready to die.

She knew what she had to do. She had to break out.

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