Orphaned from Love

Chapter 5

"Stubbornness and ignorance and determination are a very fine line from each other. I'm a very stubborn person, but not so stubborn that I can't learn new things and meet new people, but I have a one-track mind." - Joe Nichols

It's been hours since Ryker stormed out and he hasn't come back. I've been trying to stand up. Every time I get closer to taking a step. After 30 minutes of trying, I take one step. Then two steps until I reach the bathroom. I immediately shut the door and go to the toilet , my legs wobbling the whole way.

I pull down my pants and start to pee, relief flooding me when it leaves me. Once I flush the toilet, I turn on the shower. It has these colored lines on it. One is red and the other is blue. Blue is the color of water to I turn the knob into the blue section.

I undress myself and take a glance into the mirror. The bandage around my head has a blood stain on the right of it. I lift a shaky hand up and light my touch the crimson.

Ow.

That hurts like hell. I rummage through the draws finding tooth brushes, toothpastes and floss until I come across shears. I pull the bandage away and start snipping at it. Seconds later is falls into the sink. I toss it into the trash bin.

I walk back over to the shower, yank the curtain back and step in.

Instantly I am out. That was freezing. How do people take showers in these?

I take a breath and step back in, determined to clean myself up.

There are only three bottles: shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

I grab the shampoo first and put a small amount in my hand. Back when I was at the orphanage, there was one bottle of each necessity and a pond where you were only allowed to bathe once a month.

I felt the cool drops of water patter against my face as I lathered the little amount of shampoo into my brown hair.

I soothed it in and out of my hair and was ready for the condition.

I grab the bottle and squirt the same amount into my palm. Once again I rubbed it into my wavy brown hair.

After all of that was washed out, I examined the bottle that had a mysterious label to it.

I decided not to use it. It could be full of harmful chemicals.

I step out and grab a towel to dry myself off. It was the fluffiest and softest towel I've ever felt.

I walked out and into the closet looking for something to wear besides my ragged dress I was forced to wear. All I could find was black shirts and jeans. Having nothing else to wear I slip them on. The shirt and jeans were big on me and barely fitted.

I stumble back over to the bed and sit down. I look around to see if I could find any bandages to wrap my injury back up. Right when I'm about to give up, a little knock echos from the door. I turn to see it slowly creak open to a female.

She looks so happy to see me. Who would be happy? I'm just a pile of flesh waiting to rot away.

She is wearing a bright red shirt and black leggings. She carries a tray of food. Sandwiches and chips and fruit lay upon that plastic.

"Hello! It's so nice to see you! I've been waiting for days to see you but Ryker was being stubborn about it. Anywho, I brought lunch and thought we could get to know each other?" Her voice is painfully cheerful. I just nod my head and watch her movements as she comes to the bed.

"I'm Jocelyn Foster, the Beta for Ryker," She says picking up a sandwich and taking a bite.

"Who're you?" She questions with her mouth full. I just stare at her. What was a Beta?

"What's a Beta?" I ask tentatively, biting into the other sandwich.

She just looks at me in stunned. I don't think that was a good question.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." I quickly interject, my breath quickening, ready the bruises.

"Don't be. I just thought that everyone knew what a Beta was." She says, snapping out of her daze.

"A beta is like a second in command. If the alpha can't do something then they leave it up to the Beta." It still doesn't make sense after she explains it so I drop the question.

"I'm Elva." I quietly say, taking another bite of my sandwich.

"Elva..." she rotates her hand in a way as if she wants me continue, but I don't. I just look out the window at the shining rays of the sun and how they light of the perfect green grass.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Everyone I know has a last name so I expected you to have one."

I don't meet her eyes when I say the next part. "I never knew my parents. They left me on the porch steps of the orphanage when I was days old. All they said was what my name was. No last name. When you're an orphan, the last thing you want to be reminded about the people that left your life."

My voice is sad and I can see her eyes start to tear up from those words.

She finishes her sandwich before asking, "Have you every been fostered before?" She sensitive about this question as if it could demolish her.

"No. I was never up. Every time people came over to adopt, I was shut up in the attic until they left." I try not to look at her but it's impossible. I want to know how the gears in her head are turning.

I take I glance up to see tears rolling down her cheeks. She leans closer and embraces me.

I flinched at first but then let her sob into my shoulder. It was an awkward moment since I didn't know what she was doing.

After a few minutes, she leaned back. She was sniffing and her cheeks were red from the tears.

"I-Im s-s-sorry." She sniffled, wiping her nose on her arm.

"You experienced such a tough time and... I just never thought people could be so heartless."

"It's fine. It's in the past..."

BANG!

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