MADELINE'S POV
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'Daddy,' I cry out hoarsely, my back aching, my leg shattered, the warmth of blood leaking down my temple didn't soothe the ache that laid below. 'Where did you hide it?' The interrogator boomed while dad was standing in the corner, and started pacing. He had said one thing before dragging me in here, one thing. 'Remember this when you feel broken. I will not break. The secret is mine.' But no matter how many times my thirteen year old mind chanted the words, I wanted to break, to get this over with. I've kept my mouth shut as I've been told to, but how long will this keep going?
Another s***h in my arm and I just cried until my father barked, "Enough, she passed," and he stormed out without looking at me. That night, he pulled me into a hug with pride that could outsh
