Shock Therapy

Chapter 8

Storm's P.O.V

I knocked on the door lightly, and waited while I tried to catch my breath. She wouldn't follow me out here, I mean it's dark, and people could have saw the slashes on my back, full of blood. The blood staining my back, and my shorts have a burgundy color on them now. My hands, red from the rope and sore. My mouth, covered in bleach product, and had a faint smell of blood. since it's autumn, the sun goes down quickly, so it's normal for the sun to be almost down by five. The doorknob shifted before turning fully, quickly being opened my a middle aged man in a beater and red shorts. He gasped by my appearance, and motions for me to come in. 

I assume the man is Belle's dad. I mean I can see it, the eye form, the lips and the same shape of her head, It's all there. 

I followed him to the kitchen where Belle sat.

She was listening to her iPod, head bobbing to the music as she's doing some school work. I smelled the aroma of food that's cooking on the stove. She's having steak. I also see some vegetables cooking also to some white rice.

She looked up to me, sensing someone was here, and looked at me in shock, before running to me. 

"What happened? Are you hurt? Of course your hurt, what kind of question is that for me to ask? I meant are you alright? How did you get here? Who did this? Are those whip marks?" I told her to catch her breath and calm down. 

She sat back in her chair, and told me to sit down. Her dad went to get the first aid kit. When they mentioned the cuts, I realized that the cuts were burning and stinging my back. Belle tried to help by washing off the cuts with water, while I hissed in pain. Then she grabbed a rag, put hot water on it, and put it on my back.

"AHH!" I yelled, and she flinched, and backed away. Her dad came down with the first aid, and set it down on the table. He opened the first aid the reveal ointment, wrap, towelettes, band-aids, and more. He first washed the cuts with the same rag and had to wash off the blood and bacteria. it stung my back and I muffled my yells with a towel. I turned to Belle to see tears going down her cheek. I went to wipe away her tears as she weakly smiled at me. He then put healing ointment that cools at touch, and it felt better as he did. He then had to just wrap the gauze bandages around my torso, until I get medically treated. When they put the stuff away, we all sat down at the table. Just then the alarm went off for the food being done.

"Are you hungry?" Belle's dad asked, and I nodded my head. I was ravenous. I don't know when was the last time I ate a full meal. I mean, I eat bread and water at home, but that's about it. I don't eat at school, and I just say i'm not hungry. They each serve themselves, and Belle serves my food to me. Steak, corn, green beans, peas, white rice, with cold water. They watched me as I downed the food less then five minutes due to me not eating as much as I should. When I was done, they were almost done. 

"Look, were going to call the police to get to the bottom of this," Said Belle's father.