Voodoo Doll [BNHA]

Chapter Fifteen

Twelve-year-old Fumeiyo looked around the dismal room she had to share with three other foster kids. This was her eighth foster home in four years. There were two teeny tiny bunk beds that looked like they were meant to be for much younger children, she was stuck with the top bunk that was way too close to the very low ceiling. The moment she stepped into the room to join her new 'sisters' they stole the small backpack with all of her possessions and dumped it out on the floor to see if she had anything cool they wanted. Her backpack held a single yarn doll that her father had helped her make, a very old magazine (one of her favorites she'd read with her father in the mornings before he left for wok), some tattered clothes and a few rolls of bandages.

The three teens looked down at the pile stuff that spilled from her bag, it was nothing but trash. The eldest of the three picked up the yarn doll as the other two grabbed the magazine tearing its fragile pages with their rough handling.

"Ah, please don't, those are important to me." Fumeiyo cried.

"This garbage is important?" The girls sneered before shoving Fumeiyo aside and scrambling to the bathroom.

Her back hit the corner of one of the bunk beds hard and she winced in pain before racing after them, "please give them back!" Bloody tears soaked the bandages on her face.

The teens reached the bathroom first and threw the magazine and the yarn doll in the toilet before pulling the lever to flush several times soiling the doll and magazine and causing the toilet to clog.

"AH! New girl what are you doing?! That'll clog the toilet!" One of the girls called gaining the attention of their foster parents.

Fumeiyo had been beaten black and blue and didn't get to eat for a week. The magazine was beyond repair and her foster mother threw her yarn doll in the fireplace.

Doll woke with a cry and sat upright with a start plagued by the trauma of her past. A fresh wave of bloody tears streamed down her pale cheeks. She momentarily panicked as she realized she wasn't in her room at the agency before remembering she'd gone to surprise Hawks and was currently in his bedroom.

The bedroom door swung open and Doll felt her breath catch in her throat as Hawks appeared in the doorway sleepy faced, not entirely awake, and shirtless. He mumbled somewhat coherently, "Doll, what's wrong?" as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and fought off a yawn. It was the middle of the night.

"I'm s-sorry." She squeaked.

Hawks noticed the bloody tears clinging to her pale cheeks and woke up instantly. He grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and mopped up her tears before pulling her into a hug. "What happened?"

Doll felt her face explode with heat as she found herself pressed against his warm naked torso. His taut muscles were mesmerizing and she had to force herself to look away from him as she thought she might faint or go blind she wasn't sure which, he was so radiantly gorgeous. "It was just a bad memory...I'm sorry for waking you up." Her body trembled.

Hawks frowned; she was clearly upset by whatever she'd relived. He tenderly traced the upside-down cross tattooed beneath her bottom lip with his finger, "you have a lot of those, don't you?" He surmised.

Doll felt more tears well in her eyes and managed a nod.

Hawks thought for a moment before smiling and messing up her hair causing her to shoot him a curious glance, "well, you know the only way to fix that?"