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I recently rewatched The Hunchback of Notre Dame and I'm slowly rereading the book, and this idea just would not leave me alone.
Like with everything I write, I don't own anything you recognize.
Please enjoy my new HoND story!
"Look at me love."
Panting my eyes met my husbands.
"One more push Rose."
Screaming in pain, pushing as hard as I could. Squeezing Clopin's hand as tight as possible. Feeling a sudden relief as I brought our baby into the world. Just as the healer was about to hand me, the now clean and screaming, baby I started feeling light headed and weak.
"No, take her, I have to stop the bleeding."
Barely recognizing the panic in the healers voice as my life began to flash before my eyes.
(15 years earlier)
"But daddy, I want to play outside."
My father sighed, pushing back his slowly greying hair.
"You're not aloud Rose, only good children are aloud outside."
"But daddy!"
"Go to your room!"
Sighing I dragged my feet back to my room. Poking my head out my window, judging how far of a drop it was for my six-year-old self.
"Worth it."
Nodding as I slowly slid out of my window, hanging on the windowsill for a moment before dropping to the roof. Walking over to the edge before taking a deep breath and sliding off the tile, clinging to the brick wall as I slowly worked my way down the wall. My small hands fitting perfectly with the ledges along the wall. Reaching the ground I grinned and took off running. Reaching the square, looking around in fascination at the colorful townsfolk and the gypsies dancing. Walking over I spotted a gypsy boy that looked a few years older than me.
"You look lost."
Looking up I noticed the boy had walked over to me, his black eyes filled with curiosity, messing black hair falling in his face, he was dressed in a simple dark purple outfit.
"I'm not lost."
"You sure?"
"Yes?"
He laughed at my tone before playfully offering his arm.
"Want me to show you around?"
Rolling my eyes before nodding and lightly taking his arm.
"Thank you."
"I'm Clopin, what's your name?"
"Rose."
"Well Rose, welcome to Paris."
I laughed at the older boy as he dragged me around Paris before my caretakers found me, easily dragging me away from my newfound friend and back to my father.
"We found her with a gypsy sir."
He turned his icy glare on me for a moment before telling my caretakers to leave us.
"I thought I told you only good children get to go outside."
"But daddy, I have been good."
"Do good children sneak out of their third story window?"
"No sir."
He smirked, standing up and looking down at me.
"And do you know what happens to naughty children."
"Yes sir."
Bending down he starred me in the eyes.
"And what happens to naughty children?"
"They go to hell and don't get to see their family and friends again."
"And do you want that to happen to you?"
Swallowing the lump in my throat as he continues to stare at me.
"Do you want to end up like your mother?"
Sighing I shook my head.
"No sir."
"Very good, now, go to your room. No dinner for you tonight."
Sighing I nodded and sulked backed to my room, looking out the window in wonder as my stomach growled.
"I wonder what that Clopin boy is up to?"
Slow to start, I know.
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