He saved me, now he loves me.

Chapter 2: No funny things, just help

 Chapter 2 - No funny things, just help

"She's passed out 2 times now, that's not right!" said a boy in a panicked way.

"I know, maybe we should take her to the hospital, get her checked out?"

I open my eyes to see the same boy and women looking down at me.

"Oh she's awake" said the boy. Oh god where am I? Who are these people?

"Please don't hurt me!" I screeched not knowing what they were going to do to me. When they said that they both jumped back and looked stunned. Especially the boy.

"Sweetie" said the women who was slowly walking towards me cautiously. "We're not going to hurt you, we just want to make sure you're ok." I didn't know who these people were. They must of picked up the confused facial expression I was pulling because that's when they told me their names.

"I'm Keisha, and that's my son Craig." I didn't respond, I just nodded. It was like I couldn't project my voice.

"Craig go and get her a glass of water and call a doctor." I shook my head frantically. I hate doctors, I don't like them anywhere near me. Ever since my parents died I've never been near a doctor or a hospital I guess it just had that affect on me, it just brought back memories. 

Craig.

She shook her head frantically. "I guess that's a no to the doctor, I'll go and get her a glass of water."

I gently shut the door behind me and headed for the kitchen. She looked so fragile, so scared, traumatised, like shes been through a lot. She looked about 15, curly brown hair and a light complexion. She was really skinny though, she looked like she hadn't eaten in weeks which had me concerned. 

Concerned? Since when was I concerned about anyone?

Clearing my thoughts I quickly grab a glass from the cupboard and pour some water into it and head back upstairs. I put her in my room because the guest bedroom hasn't been done since we moved here. We moved here about 1 year ago because of stuff that happened back in our old town. Stuff that I wish I could forget, but I can't. It's hard to forget that you were betrayed by the ones you love but hey, I guess that's just life.

I quickly run up the stairs and into my bedroom, to find just my mom, no girl.

"Where'd she go?" I asked her.

"She went toilet, but Craig I need to go and pick up your sister, do you think you can handle looking after her for a while?"

"Er yeah, but do you know her name?" It would be a start if I actually knew her name.

"No I asked her but she didn't respond, she's not much of a talker, the only thing she has said was how old she was." As I went to reply she came out of the bathroom and just stood there.

"You can sit on the bed, if you like?" I say to her as easily. She went and sat down at the edge of the bed and looked down at her hands that were on her lap.

"How old is she?" I ask my mom quietly. I know it seems strange that I want to know how old she is, but I want to know more about her, I don't even know why.

"She's 16." I look over to the girl. She was still looking down at her hands, deep in thought. I went to say something to my mom but she had already left. 

I slowly walk over to her and sit beside her. She must of not noticed this because she flinched soon as the bed shifted a bit. She really was afraid.

"It's ok" I say putting my hands where she could see them.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk to you." She relaxed and looked up at me. She had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. They were a greeny brown which suited her complexion so well. Her eyes were something you could get lost in, they were just so mesmorizing. 

"What's your name?" It was silent for a while, so I assumed she wasn't going to reply, but then she did.

"Caycee." Her voice was so tiny I barely heard what she said. Caycee. It suited her and her beautiful eyes.

"Ok Caycee, do you want something to eat?" I ask her. She shook her head.

"C'mon you must be hungry, I can make you a sandwich if you want?" She shook her head again. I let out a sigh in defeat. I just wish she'd talk more.

When I looked at her again I realised she was in muddy, torn up clothes. "Lets get you out of these clothes ay?" I say. She immediatly got off the bed and stood by the bathroom she must of took it the wrong way.

"No no no! Not like that! I meant cause your clothes are torn and dirty, you can borrow some of my sisters for now, until we get you sorted." She gave me a half hearted smile and I left to go to Destinys room. She was a year younger than me, the same age as Caycee, so I guessed her clothes would fit.

I go back to the room and hand Caycee the clothes. As she goes into the bathroom I lay on the bed.

This is going to be a long road to recovery.