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Roelynn is a shy girl around 5 years old. She is an orphan and lives at the all girls orphanage of Small-Heath. Never in her life would she talk to strangers, but when a certain family of gangsters start to fund the orphanage. Little Roely...
(Roelynn's P.O.V.) I had screamed my lungs out when I was dragged by the woman who claimed to be my aunt. I had tried to yell some words, but nothing came out. I continued to scream untill my throat was sore and then kept going. As the car started to drive away from my home it was like a switch that was flicked. My fear was replaced with anger as I realized that daddy didn't do anything to stop her. The only thing he did was watch on, nothing more nothing less before turning around and walking away.
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In anger I screamed out and banged my fist against the cardoor, wanting to get it open. But instead of a scream with just noise. It was a scream that was filled with one single word "Daddy!". Of course it was no use, because he couldn't hear me. I fell silent and just watched my home dissapear from my vision. I hung my head low. I was upset with myself. Why couldn't I talk before I was put in the car? "Don't be upset, Roelynn" Pauline said to me, "he don't know you talked" she said with a fake smile. She turned her eyes away from me and I could hear her say one more thing "and I'm going to make sure that you won't ever talk again". I didn't understand what she meant with that, but I do know that probably wasn't a good thing. But I would soon find out.
The next day
I watched the man with a long white coat nod towards Pauline while putting the money in a desk. I knew he was a doctor just by looking at him. "I want her to be silent" Pauline said and sat down on a chair that stood to the side of the room. "I'll make sure of it, Ms Bronze" the doctor said before turning to me, "so, Roelynn. You stubborn little girl" he said walking towards me. "Don't you know that you are not allowed to talk unless someone tells you too". "Yes, daddy-" before I could even continue, I felt the doctors hand come down against my cheek. "Don't speak!" He screamed in my face while holding my collar. "I didn't tell you to speak" he growled at me. And I felt a shiver run through my body. "So, why do you speak anyway". I was confused. Do I speak? Do I keep my mouth shut? "I-". Again I felt a hand slap me across my cheek and I felt tears start to sting in my eyes. "Do not goddamn speak! Unless we tell you too, Roelynn!" He screamed again, "stay fucking quiet". I felt myself go small as I felt his hand grip the side of my neck to hold me in my place. "It may seem harsh, but sometimes the children benefit from being scared stiff" he explained with a normal voice towards Pauline before turning back to me. "Can you stay quiet now? Huh?" He asked loudly and shaked me roughly making me whimper. I wanted to tell him I understood, but I knew better and stayed quiet. "See? Was that so hard?" He questioned and he sounded friendly. Like he just didn't hit and scream at me just a few seconds ago. From behind me I heard Pauline stand up and walk over towards us. I hung my head low as the two of them looked down at me. I didn't want to upset either one of them and getting hurt or screamed at. "Why don't you try it?" The doctor said motioning to me like I was a dress. Looking through my eyelashes, I saw Pauline step forward. "Are you going to say something?" She questioned. Instinctly I opened my mouth but immediatly shut it when she grabbed my face and gave me a hard glare. "No? You sure?" She mocked. I shook my head slightly and saw a frightening smirk appear on her face as she realized I kept quiet. She let me go and I could feel my face relax after the relief of pressure. "So the solution to my problem is to just scare her?" Pauline questioned and turned to face the doctor, who nodded. "so how often do we scare her?" She then questioned pointing to me. The doctor shrugged "whenever you think she wants to talk". "Why do you want her to keep quiet anyway?" He then asked her, "I don't pay you to ask those kinds of questions" Pauline snapped annoyed, "I just pay you to keep her mute". From that day on, everytime Pauline thought I was going to talk she scared, frightened or hurt me. I was happy that I had found my voice, but now I lived in fear of using it. So, I needed to think of something else that could get me away from here. And I don't even know if I wanted to go back to daddy.... should I even call him that? Or does it need to be Mr Shelby again? After all he didn't try and stop Pauline from taking me away like a father would do....
