Upside Down

(3) Large Breasted Woman And Kendrick

Chapter 3

Emerson : Good :: Kendrick : Bad

[Pack House Jail]

A part of me felt bad, like really bad. Which isn't normal since I don't usually feel much for random people I just meet but here I was imprisoning a mentally disabled girl who probably could barely count to ten in a small cell made of concrete and steel, as if someone as small and scrawny as her could even break a twig.

Thankfully, Dad understood and she wasn't really treated like a prisoner and got more food than we would normally give criminals. She was already thin enough without us giving her the smaller proportions and even I knew it was unwise to do that when my fingers couldn't nearly lap over her tiny little write twice! Edna (Grant's mother) even gave the girl some dessert, a slice of delcious homemade cherry pie, yum.

And though I didn't like locking a mentally disabled girl in a concrete room I was glad the holding cells were actual walls and not just bars like they do in dungeons. We manufactured our holding cells off of jail cells normal jails and prisons have that are eight by eight solid concrete with an steel door, barred windows and a peep hole through the door.

The cats' holding cells were probably like dungeons, at least us wolf shifters were humane!

I felt a little sick when the girl followed me so willingly to the cell. She didn't seem to find it scary. She smiled actually when I said that's where she was sleeping, and then she walked to a corner and curled into a ball as if to go to sleep.

Wait, what? Did she not see the bed in the other corner? Sure, it wasn't the comfiest looking bed but that had to be better than the floor! I stood there for a second, debating whether or not to say anything but in the end I asked, and "You know you could sleep on the bed over there?"

She looked up, curiously. "Bed?"

That made me frown, but I walked to the bed and sat down. "Yeah, bed, right here."

She stood up slowly and I grimaced. I had gotten some of my sister's clothes for her to borrow and even though these seemed more her size they hung off her small frame like pieces of cloth on wire.

Damn she was skinny.

She sat beside me then looked up at me with her grey eyes.

"Then you lay down." I added and she looked at me like I'd grown two heads but did as I said. I stood, grabbing the covers from the end of the bed. They were thin and a little scratchy so I made a mental note to get some different ones as I pull them over her. "Then you pull up the covers."

She was curled into a ball with a wary expression but smiled at me, as if I needed to be reassured, as if I was the one sleeping in a prison cell for the night.

I nodded at her, turning around to walk out the door.

"Thank you," I heard as I walked out smiling.

[Emerson's House]

I swung my feet out of bed, my feet hitting the cold hard wood floors.

Nightmares.

I had them all night and all centered around one thing ... or one girl. My wolf instincts were screaming at me to go back to her, to not lock her up in some cell, telling me that I was being cruel and I felt terrible. Here I was in a really nice bed with nice warm covers and hard wood flooring and she'll wake up to a thin mattress, thin scratchy covers and cold cement floors.

And then I have to take her to the doctors'.

Why was I taking her to the doctors'? Because for one, I don't really know if she's 'special' or not, it's just a guess. Two, I want to know about her health which I know can't be good if she's so damn skinny, maybe she was anorexic. And three, I wanted to know if they could tell if she was Alexander's daughter or not.