Survivor

8. Kat

After he left, I looked around the room. Everything was white, and there was nothing on any of the nightstands or anything. It was completely bare. There were four doors, one where Aedyn had come in and out of, one that was slightly open and I could see tile floor so I assumed it was the bathroom. Next to the bathroom was a smaller door, to what looked like a closet

The last door was a complete mystery. Why would there be so many doors in one room?

I opened the bathroom door and smiled; it was huge! There was a square bathtub in the corner that could fit 20 people  in it, and everything was marble. 

I was just about to look at the closet when I heard voices outside the door. I ran to the bed just as a black haired girl walked in. 

"Hi. Do you remember me? I was in the hospital with you."

I just looked at her and didn't reply.

"I'm Kat. I'm Aedyn's little sister." I looked down at my hands. She's an alpha too then. She and the alpha looked alike too, but she was paler than he was, but with darker blue eyes.

She took a step towards me, and I shuffled back in the opposite direction. 

"Okay, So Aedyn wasn't kidding when he said you freaked out easily. I'm just going to put some clean clothes on the end of the bed, okay? And the bag you had with you is in that closet. "

She pointed to one of the doors that I hadn't looked in yet. She slowly walked towards me and laid the stack of clothes she had in her arms on the bed and backed away.

"I'll be back in a few minutes so you can get changed." She walked back out the door, leaving me all alone. 

I stripped out if my clothes and tears came to my eyes as I looked at all of the bandages on me. There were five or six on each arm, one on my leg, and a large patch on my shoulder. The most obvious one, though was the fabric wrapped around the majority of my stomach. Some blood had seeped through, adding to the grotesque image. All of my old bruises were there, ad well as some new ones. All in all, I looked like a badly done finger painting.

I quickly but on the pair of sweat pants, about my size, and a baggy tee shirt and ran to my duffel bag. I sighed in relief when I realized that no one had taken anything out of it, so the file on R. Peterson was safe. 

I pulled out the money I had and the yellow folder, and quickly counted all if the loose bills. I had about 2,350 dollars, so that would keep me going  long enough till I found a job.I ran my finger along the edge of the folder, no worn from being in my bag, debating on whether or no to open it. I was curious, but also scared as to what information it could have on my past. 

"What's that?" 

I swirled around. Aedyn stood at the doorway, blocking my only way out of the closet. I took a step or two back and hid the stuff behind my back.

"Hey, I'm not going to take it. It's yours. And you can come out if you want." He stepped to the side and opened the door at little bit more for me. 

I hesitated at first, but carefully walked out after putting everything back in my bag. I stopped a good distance from him and turned away, hiding my face.

"Hey, I didn't get your name yet."

I glances at him over my shoulder.

"Bobbi" I spoke so quietly that even I could barely hear myself.

He smiled and laughed at little bit, and I felt my heart flutter.

"Bobbi , that's a great name." I felt warmth spread in my chest when he said my name, and I hid my face in my hair again.