Chapter 3

• Fallon woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant, invading her nostrils. She opened her eyes to close it back because of the light rays that streamed the room. The room was silent apart from the stabilizer sound making a beep to indicate you are still alive. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting it to regulate the sharpness of the light. Her eyelashes fluttered, trying to see the images clearly. She was in a VIP ward that was as big as her bedroom and also deserted. After some minutes, she shut her eyes back.
• How long has she been here? What really happened? How did she get here? She thought to herself. Then it all hit her like a bang. Mr Evans, the baby, his wife, that was the cause of everything. She tried to stand up only to collapse back on the bed with a sharp pain on her head. She moved her fingers to touch her head, only to find out that a bandage had been wrapped on her head.
• She scoffed outwardly, it was not like she hit her head on the floor. She pressed the intercom beside her, letting them know she was awake already. After some minutes, a young male doctor walked in. He was wearing a white lab coat, glasses on his face and a stethoscope hung around his neck.
• “Seems you are fine now, trying to stand up?” he inquired.
• “Why is this on my head?” she asked immediately.
• The doctor was taken back by her tone. For a sick patient that was brought in gasping for breath, she sure does not look like one.
• “According to your colleagues, you hit your head on the floor and you stopped breathing. So we had to wrap you up first.” the doctor said confidently.
• Fallon raised her eyebrows, what the hell was this doctor saying?
• “And according to your profession, did you bother to check if I really hit my head on the floor or they lied? Just because they told you that does not mean you should not check if I hit my head or not. Get this thing out of my head immediately!” she said, her tone laced with a sharp edge.
• A loud grin was plastered on the doctor's face immediately. 
• “Just like I expected,” he murmured.
• Fallon could sense that there was something suspicious from the doctor's behavior. First he was carrying a book and a pen. What kind of doctor carries a book and a pen? And next he was spouting nonsense. Who the hell is this?
• “This is not a hospital right?” Fallon inquired with a raised eyebrow.
• The doctor chuckled loudly, looking at Fallon with widened eyes. His gaze seems to penetrate her body, making her naked in front of him but Fallon still held the gaze. She was not going to allow a riff-raff to intimidate her.
• “I like it that you are smart but still not too smart.” he said to her.
• “Where did you bring me too?” Fallon asked.
• She glanced through the room, it looked like a real hospital. The curtains were just the same as a normal hospital. Unless;
• “Who the hell are you?” she shouted immediately.
• Her hand went to the intercom as she pressed it immediately. She heard a sound from the man's pocket, making her widen her eyes. 
• “You son of a bitch! You connected this to your pocket.” she screamed.
• A wide grin made its way to the doctor's face, the cute reaction of Fallon trying to escape replaying in his mind.
• “One minute.” he said suddenly.
• Fallon raised her eyebrow, she did not bother to ask him what he meant with the statement before flying down the bed. She looked at him one more time, his eyes on the clock wall that was placed beside her bed. She wore the slippers placed beside her bed before running out. She opened the door to meet an empty hallway, no one was there nor were they walking around.
• “Ten...” she heard the man start to count.
• Fallon looked left or right deliberating on where to pass. At the sound of six, she ran to the left hand side, not stopping at all. She got to a sharp corner seeing different turns again, all of them devoid of people. She quickly peeped through one of the doors to see an old man lying helplessly on a chair. She twisted the door knob, running to his bathroom and seeking refuge in it. 
• Immediately she calmed down, she heard the door open for a while and close back.
• “She's not in here.” she heard someone say.
• “Did you check very well?” she heard another voice say.
• “Yes boss.” she heard the first person say.
• “Check all the rooms and find her. How the hell did she escape without us knowing it?” she heard the second voice.
• Her heart started thumping loudly, her hands getting watery  because of the fear in her heart. These people were not joking, occupying the whole hospital just because of her. She clasped her hand together saying a silent prayer to God as her mum has always thought of her. She knew she had a lot of enemies but she wondered who it could be. And who the hell was that man also, asking her to escape only to be found back? What if they caught her?
• Several minutes passed and there was no noise again. She peeked out of the bathroom and seeing that the coast is clear, quietly tiptoed out of it. She considered pressing the man’s intercom but she knew that they might have connected it to theirs. A sly and dangerous thought passed her mind, making her curl her lips.
• “They wanted her, right? Well, she was going to give them.” she thought to herself.
• She walked to the door entrance, peeking to see if no one was standing guard. After that, she threw a ping-pong ball at the intercom making it turn on its red light. She left the room, closing the door and creeping quickly into the second room before it. It was all dark as she entered and immediately a pair of large hands covered her mouth.
• “Don't be scared, it's just me.” she heard the person say before blacking out of consciousness.
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• Fiona woke up the next day with a sore feeling in her pelvic region. As the sun rays streamed into the attic, she fluttered her eyebrows, regulating it to the amount of light that came in. She wanted to sleep more, because of the pain she was feeling. She could not shout nor say anything. Her eyes welled with tears that early morning, remembering how she was pressed under her father as he moved in and out of her. He had stuffed a cloth in her mouth, causing her not to scream. She closed her six-year-old leg together, soothing the pain a little. 
• “Fiona, wake up, you need to go to school.” she heard her stepmom shout.
• Great. Just great. She was not allowed to go to school on a normal day but today, she was allowed to go to school. So thoughtful of them, she thought. She covered herself up with the cloth, not able to move from how she is placed. Her eyelashes fluttered, making her go back to the dreamland.
• Loud slaps that could also be felt brought her out of her dreamland.
• “Ouch.” she yelped in pain.
• Her stepmom had hit her close to her sore spot, waking her immediately.
• “You lazy girl, get up and go to school. I don't care how badly you're hurt now. I need you to get your little slutty ass up and go to school now!”her stepmom shrieked at her.
• Fiona was pulled up by her stepmom, causing her to yelp loudly. She cut her hand away from her stepmom staggering backwards to the wall. She could swear that it looked like her private part was burning. Tears formed in her eyes, her hands pointed at her stepmom.
• “D...don...don't come..near...me.. You....witch.” Fiona said to her.
• Her stepmom smiled at this before walking towards the door. She stopped suddenly, her back turned on Fiona.
• “I hope you really enjoyed yesternight. You need to get used to things like that. You are going to be doing it for a very long time my dear.” her stepmom said before walking out and slamming the door on her.
• Fiona cried out loud, the pain she was feeling from her private part was something she could not stand. She started to shake, her feet were not able to carry her again. She tried to walk back to the bed but she was not able to, her private part was burning. She felt she had been wounded at that part. She felt something running down her legs, a cold liquid running down her leg.
• She reached out to her leg with a shaky hand, touching the liquid and bringing it back to her face.
• “B..blo..blood.” she stuttered.