I have my Teddy bear with me but I am scared, it is dark and my clothes don't make me warm. They are torn and my body hurts. The man came back when I was trying to get food before I left. He got mad because this was his food. He hit me more, I know he drank the stuff that makes mommy be mad too. Mommy was always drinking that. Mommy told me he loved her and that's just how he showed it. The man was not daddy though. I don't know who daddy was.
I have lots of bruises on my arms now and legs. I am hungry still. I don't want anyone to find me and hurt me so I hide in a bush to sleep.
When I wake up I'm all dirty from rolling around, but I have to keep moving. Maybe I can go somewhere for help but I don't anyone to touch me because they will hurt me.
"Mommy?" I call but I know mommy went to heaven. It's my fault because I didn't get the band aids fast enough. Poor mommy.
It's been a month now, and people sometimes give me food when I ask for it. But people never help me and they don't care. I don't like homeless people because they aren't nice to me. When someone asks me how old I am and I tell them I'm four, they try and take me away. I don't want help from anyone because I don't want to be taken away.
I walk across to a street were I can see children getting into a car.
"I'll have the kids back by tomorrow afternoon Anastasia" The woman smiles and gets into the car, I see the woman making kissy faces to the children in the back seat. Maybe that's were lost kids go, but I wouldn't know. Mommy never took me anywhere and I don't know any other kids my age. I walk over to the garage and see the woman enter a code and then go into the elevator.
Up, down, up, down. I think how her fingers went on the shapes. As soon as I think it's safe I do the same thing the woman did. To my surprise the elevator opens and I get inside. I don't know which to push so I push the one that's already glowing. I remember once when mommy took me some place with that man that she showed me how to push the buttons. That's what they're called, buttons.
I arrive to a big lobby and realize I shouldn't be here, there are no children. I hear people coming. I dash and hide underneath the desk.
"So they're coming back tomorrow?" A man with auburn hair asks as he walks with the woman, I cover my mouth. I can't make a sound.
"Yes Christian it's fine, you don't have to worry they're with your mom" the woman laughs, I'm afraid of this man. All men scare me because I know they are going to be like the man that hurt mommy.
I see them walking toward the desk, I back up a little and hit e chair and it's moves. Oh no. They stop talking and they come over to the chair, when they move it they see me and look with surprise on their faces. I start crying, I'm scared and maybe they will leave me alone if I start crying.
"What are you doing here?" The man asks me and then looks surprised when he sees my ow-ies and marks. I don't respond and then I slip past their feet and make a run to the elevator. But a man with blonde hair comes out and it scares me more, this man is much bigger. He looks down at me with confusion and I run to the other side of the room screaming. The man and woman walk up to me and I hold my Teddy in front of me sobbing. I am really scared. They reach out their arms but I push my Teddy in the way. They are going to hurt me.
"It's okay were not going to hurt you" the woman whispers softly, I like the woman better than the men because mommy made me more comfortable than the man.
"I'm sorry" I cry,
"Sweetie tell me where are your parents?" She asks,
"I don't know daddy and a man made mommy go up to heaven!" I yell, I'm scared still and I'm crying.
"Christian look at her, it looks like she has been on her own for awhile" The woman looks up to the man with the brown hair whose name is Christian.
"How long has your mommy been gone?" Christian bends down to my level and talks to me,
"A month or two I dink" I whisper saying the words as good as I can.
"Are you hurt?" The woman tries to lift back my sleeve. I scream at her,
"Don't touch me" I cry and the woman puts her arms back in defense.
"Do you want food?" She asks,
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"No sweetie we want to help" She smiles and grabs my hand. I don't mind being touched there.
"Promise"
"I promise" She smiles sweetly and leads me to a big room, the kitchen. The man named Christian is following behind us, confused. And I don't know where the blonde one went. The whole rooms smells good.
"I made dinner, but my kids aren't home so you can have as much as you want" She smiles and scoops me a bowl of mash potatoes and corn. I eat it fast, I'm really hungry. Haven't eaten in about a week and a half.
"Where you hungry?" The woman asks me,
"Yes" I admit, I want more,
"Want more?" She asks, and I nod. I eat another bowl of it and then I feel better.
"When did you eat last, sweetie?"
"About 10 days ago" I look down so they don't see my face,
"Oh my god" the woman covers her mouth. I remember eating some paper towels once, I was really hungry.
"I'm sorry" I cover my face with my hands.
"Can I get you to take a bath?" She asks, and I watch the man as I answer,
"I guess" I mumble, and the woman leads me to a bathroom.
"I'm Anastasia, what's your name?" She asks as she lifts my shirt,
"Skylar but my mommy used to call me Sky" I look into her eyes, then I look at my chest. The bones are poking out a little and there are bruises and marks all over it. My arms have a burn circle on it and more bruises and marks.
"Christian come take a look at this!" She yells from the bathroom,
"Are you okay that Christian looks at your chest?" She asks and I nod. I feel embarrassed.
"What-" he stops and stares at me.
"I'll call the kids doctor" He says immediately and leaves.
The bath finishes running and there is a lot of bubbles in it.
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So it's odd to finish on this scene but next chapter will continue
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Fifty Shades Of Grey: The Adopted Daughter
FanfictionSkylar has been on the run for months now. At only 4, She was left in horrible conditions. Christian and Anastasia find her and Christian has a deep connection.
