Walking slowly to the dungeon was the hardest thing Chloe ever had to do. She could swear that not seeing her parents this long made her a coward or she was just a child scared of seeing both her parents she never got approval from bruised and bloody. But hopefully alive.
She descended the stairs her heart beating out of her chest with so many questions in her head and the last conversation she heard between them playing in her head over and over again. They didn’t want her. Her father regretted having her as a daughter.
Finally she reached the steel door and, Chloe felt like she was the one been thrown down there, when she was actually coming in there willingly. She knocked twice so the guards who was inside would open the door for her. The creak of the small peek a boo just above her
