MADELINE

06|| sold

~be purchased in specified amounts or for a specified price~

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      Madeline could hear her heart pounding furiously in her ribcage. She didn't know if it was out of fear or disbelief that she had been picked.

She had actually been picked.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. She was certain that the boy had seen her wrist. And any sane person would have skipped her and moved on to the next person. But no. She had been picked. She looked slightly to her left and could see him standing next to his father, hands in his pockets, shoulders taut and on the defensive. Her eyes went to his curly hair, down to his mismatched eyes to the slope of his nose and cupid shaped full lips. Her eyes drifted further down to his wrist and she saw the scar he had shoved away earlier. She narrowed her eyes at it and pursed her lips.

"These are the documents you'll need for the trade", the trader said as he handed over a stack of papers to the man.

The man collected them with a scowl on his face. "When will I pick up the girl?"

"In a week"

Nodding, he scanned the papers before walking out of the room. With a nod of the head to the trader, the son followed suit but not before glancing at Madeline. She could have sworn she saw a twinkle of sadism in his eyes. She looked away; avoiding his stare that was full of hate. When she looked forward, he had left and she couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"That was a tough one", Mr Gilbert said as he walked forward with a leash in his hands. "Who knew that Mr Ryan would tell his son to choose? Son of a dog."

The trader laughed quietly, hands going behind his head. "At least we made a lot of sales today, considering that the hospital has been going low on money. We need to make money somehow and that includes selling crazy kids. People would be stupid to buy them"

Gilbert snorted. The trader turned towards her.

He smiled. "Consider yourself lucky kid, you've been bought and by a rich person." He turned towards Gilbert. "Did the son check her wrist though?"

Shrugging, Gilbert walked over to her with her collar, ready to drag her back to her cell. She gritted her teeth. "Beats me. The son was foolish enough to choose her. But if we don't get rid of her, maybe they would; and I give it a week tops."

They both laughed -the sound echoing in the quiet room. Madeline stared disgustingly at them and imagined biting their ears off, maybe breaking a bone or two.

With a hiss, Madeline felt the pain shoot up her neck from Gilbert's collar. She violently shook turning her head backwards and planting her feet firmly in the ground.

Mr Gilbert glared at her menacingly. "You better move kid or I won't hesitate to give you a good scar on your back."

He pushed her forward, making sure she stumbled against the hard wooden floors. Madeline curled her lips in distaste and moved forward, ignoring the stares of others as she walked. She could feel someone's hard stare against her back and turned back to see a girl about her age glaring ferociously at her. Madeline's brows furrowed.

What the-

Before she could turn her head forward once more, she had been pushed into her room that held the letter 'A' in bold. The door was shut loudly and through the small window that was beside the wall, she couldn't see her anymore. Madeline was confused and fisted her cotton gown in her hands. Her head ached. She looked up once more and couldn't help but wonder how that girl looked a lot like her. She couldn't help but wonder if the girl had ever been there in the first place.

Madeline brought her knees forward and rested her head on them. She stared blankly at the wall and brought her thoughts to Mr Ryan's son and his wrist. A letter had been carved there. She was sure of it. But she just couldn't imagine if what she had seen on his wrist had been the faint scar of the letter A.

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