Stolen || L.H.

6

I hear her cries. It continues for awhile, the suddenly stopped after she screamed bloody murder.

I got worried.

I ran so fast, tripping on the stairs. I almost fell when I missed a step.

I stopped when I saw her. She was on her left arm which was under the chair.

I cursed to myself.

I run up next to her, pulling the chair right side up.

Her head hung low.

She's asleep.

I quickly untied her, and lifted her up carrying her upstairs bridal style. Her arm dangles in a weird direction.

She broke her arm, again.

I called the doctor once again, seeing that he got confused.

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I woke up with a small amount of weight on both of my arms. I noticed that I was under a warm blanket on a bed, instead of the cold cement in the basement.

I went to screw my fist on my eye, rubbing the sleep out of me.

I let out a scream when I saw that I had another neon yellow cast.

Luke came running in, worried. My confused face turned to a glare. I gave him a hard glare.

"You know, you look cute when your mad." He chuckled.

"I broke another arm?"

He nodded.

He went grabbed girls clothes from his drawer, and throwing it at me.

"I'm not changing into clothes I don't know who it belongs to," I crossed my arms.

"They belong to you," Luke said slowly.

I took the clothes, and examine it. He was right they are my clothes.

"How–" I said confused

"I took it from your room," he shrugged.

My lips parted.