Lost

Chapter 2

" I want to know who she is! And get the doctor in here to tell me what the hell happened to this girl! "a man says.

(It's the voice of the man from the truck. Do I open my eyes? Where did he take me? Oh no, what have I done?) Too late, the monitors start beeping like crazy.

"It's okay little one. You're safe. You can open your eyes. My name is Hunter. "

Opening my eyes, I look at the man from earlier. He's a little older, maybe 40 years old. Very tall and muscular, with brown well-kept short hair and a well-kept beard. I can't help but to just stare at him for a minute. I turn to look around. Why did he bring me here? It's not a hospital room but a nice room, with a small couch, TV, and a bedside table next to the very large bed I'm currently laying in. Panic rises and I try to get up.

"No, no. Don't get up. You're in no condition to be moving around."

"Where am I?"

"You're in my home."

"And where is your home?"

"Just outside of Wellington."

He says it like I should know where that is. He sees the look on my face and a look of confusion crosses his.

"Do you know where that is?"

I shook my head no.

"It's about a day's drive from Ports Town."

Hearing this, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. A second later, the door opens, causing me to jump.

"It's okay little one, it's just the doctor."

I looked at him, then the man that came in. Not sure what to think, I place my hands in my lap and feel that I am shaking. I start to rub my hands together to try and get them to stop. It's no use.

"Hello there, I'm Doctor Sam. Can you tell me your name?"

I shook my head no. I don't need anyone knowing who I am. At least not till I know I can trust these people.

"It's okay, no rush. I'm going to speak with you and Hunter for a moment about my findings. Is that alright?"

I nod, but not understanding. What findings is he talking about? Before I can say anything, the doctor continues.

"An X-ray shows many broken bones in different healing stages. The most recent was from about 6 months ago. None of them have healed properly. Like she never went to a hospital to have them properly set. She has many bruises in different healing stages as you saw. The most recent one looks to be about 2 days old. She has multiple cigarette burns, a few stab wounds and a few s***h marks that look to be from a whip with spikes on the end. She will be fine, but this girl has been starved and beaten for what looks to be about 15 years."

"18."

"Excuse me?' The doctor says, looking at me.

" It's been 18 years."

The two men look at each other almost in disbelief.

"Who did this to you?'

I look at the two of them staring at me waiting for some answers. Concern laced with anger cross their faces.

"Are you going to send me back?" I ask. Not answering his question.

"No." Says Hunter. I nod.

"My parents. But please, they can't know where I am."

"You're safe here, little one. They won't find you. Not on my land. Listen, you rest, I'm going to talk to the doctor and have a bit of work to do. If you'd like, you can watch TV, but you need to rest. I'll be back soon. Okay." Hunter says.

I nod my head and relax a little on the big, comfortable mattress. Finally, relaxing enough to stop shaking. Thank god they aren't sending me back. I hear Hunter and Doctor Sam talking in the hallway by the door.

"What are you going to do?''

"I'm going to find out who hurt her, then I'm going to kill them. "

"Very well Hunter, but can I ask why you are so protective of a girl you just met?"

"That girl barely looks to be 15, and she says she's 18, the same age as my son. I can not fathom what kind of person would do that to their own child. Torture of a grown ass person is one thing. Torture of a child is unforgivable."

With that, I hear their footsteps fade as they disappear down the hall. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Who are these people?

Afraid to move around to set the monitors off again, I stayed in the bed, not really moving around. A little while later, there is a knock at the door and a petite woman with short brown hair walks in.

"Hello Miss, I have some clothes for you to change into. Mr. Hunter wants to let you know you are free to shower. It's just through those doors there." She lays the clothes on the bed and walks out. A servant, I'm assuming by her mannerisms. A moment later, Doctor Sam walks back in. He starts removing all the wires that monitor my heart rate and what not.

"Miss, you are free to get up while you shower. Just please take it slow." He nods curtly, then walks out. I can't remember the last time I took a shower. Back home, if I was bad, I was locked in the basement for who knows how long. It depended on how mad I made them. I get up and have to get control of my legs, so I stand there for a second before taking small steps towards the bathroom. Opening the door, my jaw about hits the floor looking at the beautiful bathroom and big bathtub. I walk in and close the door behind me. Striping out of my clothes and starting the water to take a hot bath. It takes me a minute to figure out the hot and cold but when I get it, excitement nearly bubbles over in anticipation of my bath. Once full, I step in and sit down, relaxing into the hot water. Loving the warmth and enjoying the relief this is bringing my sore muscles, my eyes grow heavy, and I start to dose off.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hear a shout that makes me jolt upright in the bathtub. Looking towards the door I see a young look a like Hunter. Minus the beard. He looks to be about my age. This has got to be his son, the one he mentioned earlier.

"Don't you know you can drown by falling asleep in the tub? Do you have a death wish?" Not answering him, I look down to the floor. I started shaking, but I don't dare let a tear fall. He walks towards me a little too quick and raises his hand. Flinching back fast, I lift my arms in defense waiting for a blow. But it never comes. I slowly look up and see a look of concern on his face. He slowly takes a few steps back and lowers to a crouching position.

"I'm sorry little one. I wasn't thinking. Dad told me about what happened. I should have been more careful. I was just going to get you a towel," he says as he stands slowly and reaches for the towel again. He hands it to me and walks out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I stand to put my towel on and look for my clean clothes. Crap. I forgot them out on the bed. Opening the door a crack I see he is sitting on the couch looking at his phone.

"Um, excuse me sir, can you hand me my clothes please?"

"Sir is my father, the name is Luke." He smirks and gets up, getting my clothes and handing them to me.

"Get dressed princess. I'll wait for you here," he says, turning around and going to sit back on the couch.