Returned But Broken

~Chapter Two~

I let the warm bath water take away the pain, memories and dirt that covered my body and mind. I went underwater coming back up for breath my hair wet and sticking to my back. I grabbed the shampoo that smelt of roses, a scent I had missed to smell. As all I had smelt the last twelve years was mold and the dusty scent. Mixed with the reoccurring stench of a vampire I wanted desperately to wash off my body.

I lathered the liquid substance into my hair and rinsed it repeating the process with conditioner then washing my body. I winced as the soap made contact with old scratches and new fresh cuts stinging the open wounds. I shaved my legs and armpits before just sitting down. I pulled my knees to my chest looking at the dirty water and feeling dirty all over again. Lying in a bath filled with all my memories and my past of a broken life.

"Sweetie are you almost done," Mom knocked softly on the door her voice soft and caring.

"Yeah," I answered draining the water and rising up from the brown water. I wrapped a soft white towel around engulfing my small frame in a blanket of white. I stepped out of the bathroom and wished I hadn't when my Mother's eyes met my tattered skin.

She gasped seeing the bruises and bite marks clearly, my eyes squeezed shut blocking the tears that threatened to spill over. "My baby," she sighed tugging my body to hers and wrapping me in a loving embrace. The affection I had missed my entire life. As she broke apart she handed me clothes and I slipped them on observing my room.

My room was huge a beautiful room, a queen sized bed with blue walls. Black comforters and sheets covered my bed with big fluffy pillows. A walk-in closet and vanity, everything was so perfectly placed and I instantly felt at home as she handed me clothes walking into my bathroom to clean the mess. I slipped on the bra and underwear, yoga pants and a tank top with a sweatshirt. I slid on fuzzy socks and Mom walked out sitting me down at the vanity. She brushed out my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. She bit her lip holding back tears.

"Come on the doctors here to see you," she said and walked me downstairs. The long brown wood was cold even through my fuzzy socks. My mind was spinning with this doctor person. Who was he- or she?

I walked downstairs and saw everyone in the living room. I whimpered instantly at the millions of eyes placed on me and grasped my mothers back hiding behind her. My eyes were searching, searching for one person in particular. Him. My wolf had spoken and it whined to be with him. My blue eyes searched the crowd angst latched to my heart and worry in my mind.

It didn't take long before he came breaking through the crowd and I ran to him. He saved me. I was safe with him. I reached his chest barely but took comfort in burning my face in his grey t-shirt. His scent wrapped around me in a perfect perfume I wanted to wear everyday. His arms encircled me brushing the hair from my face.

A guy walked closer to me, alarming me as I pushed myself behind my mates tall frame. "I'm Dr. George a friend of your fathers."

I looked at him and held closer to my mate. "Sweetie he's going to make sure your okay," Mom spoke from where I once stood a hesitant look but her eyes read that I was safe. Safe, how that word was so foreign to me.

My Dad, Mom, Brother, and Mate all went into the room with me as I sat on the soft chair pleading for my mate to be beside me. Painfully he sat across the room with a curt nod from Dr. George. "I'm just going to check your cuts and make sure you're okay."

He cleaned my cuts properly and made sure nothing was broken. I was fine till he started to ask questions. "What happened the day you were kidnapped?" he asked.

My eyes widened, "I-I don't remember I-it's been to long," I stuttered my voice so soft and wimpy.

"What did they do to you?" he asked looking at me.

I squirmed under his gaze, "They hit me, and gave my blood to the newborns they created. I was locked in the basement and hardly ever fed."

Growls ripped through the room making me jump, "Did they touch you...down there?" he asked.

I started to cry, "I don't want to talk anymore," I whimpered as Mom hugged me tightly. My mate beside me glared at the doctor.

"George that was uncalled for," Ryan growled. "She's only fourteen."

"I had to ask," Dr. George growled.

I whimpered and hugged Mom tighter crying into her shoulder. She kissed my head, "George it's been a long day she's tired and hungry we can continue some other time."

George nodded and left leaving us alone, "I'll make you some soup Rosette," Mom whispered and kissed my nose leaving the room.

I looked over at my mate and whimpered, "I'm scared," I whispered.

"You have nothing to worry about," Dad said. "Your safe here and with us."

My nameless mate agreed letting me test my head tired to his chest his wolf purring in relief. I smiled feeling happy and safe, a feeling I haven't felt in forever. I ate my food feeling better already as I sat in my mates lap refusing to leave his side.

As minutes passed I felt myself relaxing curling into a ball on the couch in the warm blanket of my mate. His biceps wrapped tightly around me and his hot breath against my hair. I fell asleep, and I finally felt safe.

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A/N:  Chapter Two, Yay!!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to Vote.  Comment what you think and tell your friends.  Thanks for reading!!

~Katelynn💜