Heaven waits for no angels

AddiLynn's P.o.v

I don't know how long I've been here, but my guess would be over a week. Miss Andy, and I miss my other children. I miseverything, I missn the life I never had. I haven't eaten anything except a few extremely stale and moldy crackers I found in a storage unit. I realized all they've fed my daughter nothing but a mixture of butter, milk, flour, and corn starch all her life.

She calls it "spat". Oh lord, what have i done to my poodaughter? "Mommy want some?" She offered her spoon to me. "No thank you dear." I was smart enough to not eat her poison. I've realized in the past few days they've been putting sleeping pills in it to make her sleep. Aubrey in a few hours, will be knocked out on sleeping pills.

Call me what you want, I know I am a terrible mother. But I'm trying to do right. I wouldn't let her eat it if I didn't want her to see the horrible gang rape situation I'm in. I'm trying to improve, and I really don't want her to see me, or anyone like that.

"Aubrey, can you pull up your sleeves?" Interrupting her feast, she did what she was told.


And there it was, her barcode tattoo.

*Flashback*

"You're officially ours now Addi, doesn't it feel good?" Dallas laughed. I whimpered in pain only to be slapped across the face for being weak. "Don't touch her! I'm putting the numbers on." Christopher growled poisoning my body with his ink. Giving me a barcode tattoo officially made me feel like a 'thing' rather than a human being.

"This is illegal!" I hear myself scream but its like an unsharpened pencil, no point. Christopher put down his tool, looked me in the eyes, and slapped me. "Who fucking cares?! All of this is illegal!" The ciggarette dropped out of his mouth and onto the floor. Dallas quickly went to retrieve it but Christopher beat him to it.

"Give it to me Addi." He snarled at me talking about my screams. Instant burning sensations filled through my body as the pain sent shivers down my spin. My body went numb. "You like that baby, hm?" I bite my lip so I won't scream, giving him exactly what he wants.

He wasn't facinated enough to see someone go through pain, he needed to hear it too. Two hours of agony over, I had a new barcode tattoo on my wrist. The victim tattoo. I had my victim number.

*End of FlashBack*

Aubrey's number,

12-9-6-5

When I was younger, it didn't take me long to crack Christopher's code. The numbers spell out a word of something he gave us. He calls it a gift. After I figured out what mine said, I had it removed.
Aubrey was young, thankfully she didn't understand.

12-9-6-5 LIFE

I remember mine forever, I couldn't forget.

3-8-9-12-4
CHILD

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