My hero

Chapter 3

Michael's POV

I headed downstairs to find my chef coming in.

"Hey I have a friend over, is it possible that you could make enough for her and I? If it's too late that's fine too."

"Oh nonsense Michael, I always buy more than what's needed." 
"Thank you."  "It's no problem really." I grabbed my laptop out of my office and began typing and answering emails. After some time I heard  Mary enter in. "Goodmorning Mary." "Goodmorning Michael."  "How is she?" *thump* *thump*.   "Well, I guess we'd better go see," I said.  We walked upstairs and I gently opened her room door and I looked to the bed but I didn't see her, and she wasn't in the bathroom. "Michael where did she go?" Mary asked. "I don't know, she was here last night and this morning. I'll call the guards to check the cameras."   "Michael that means she took out the IV! We gotta find her before she faints again!" Mary said. Both of us panicked for a few seconds but stopped when we both heard something, coming from the closet. We heard sniffling. Meaning she was crying. I looked at the window and from here I saw that one of the locks were taken off, so she tried to leave but couldn't figure it out, thank god.

I opened the closet door to see her balled up in a corner with her eyes closed tightly. "Hey. Um. I just wanted to help you?"  She started quickly shaking her head no. "Mary what if she doesn't speak English?" I said.  "She does Michael remember she cried last night in English?"  "Yeah, you're right."     She looked up and I reached for her and she whimpered and scooted farther into the corner.  "Let me try," Mary said.
"Come here darling, let's talk, if you talk, we can get you back to your family."   "No! You're just gonna send me back to him! He sent you to get me! Stop faking! You're just gonna hurt me the same way that he does!"
Does she really not know who I am? I thought.

      "Who's he? Who are you talking about dear? Who hurts you?"
"You work for him! And you're gonna give me what's in the needle so I can't fight you!"

     The chef came in full of concern and she pulled her knees into her chest again. "Michael!" The chef gasped. "I found her last night and she was running and fainted in front of the car, I thought Bill had hit her. But she was unconscious so I bought her home. The doctor will be here shortly."

  "Sweetie we won't hurt you, we're good people", Mary said trying to reason with her.

   "That's what they all say and then you're gonna take me back to him and watch him hurt me if you don't let the guys here hurt me first."

"Sweetie why would we hurt you? We wanna help you." 

"Because he told you to. And you're just gonna listen to him and you're gonna hurt me because he said so."

   "Look, our hands are empty. I don't have anything to hurt you with, and if you needed to, I'm sure you could fight me and win, I'm just an old lady and your a young lady", Mary told her.

"I'm not concerned about you hurting me. If anything you'll help him hurt me," she said.

"Why would I help the guy who hurt you? I'm a nurse sweetheart."

"Not him...him," she pointed at me.

"Why would I hurt you?" I asked her. "Because of him, because he said so."  "Who's the "he" you're talking about? I don't know him, therefore I can't and won't hurt you. Even if I did I still wouldn't hurt you, I'd hurt myself first."

She looked in my eyes and seemed to think about what I said for a second. "Your trapping me. You're gonna give me food and I'm gonna pass out and wake up with him again and he's just gonna hurt me and then get ontop of me and hurt me again."