Her Secret

Chapter 2

Jayden's Pov

     I woke up to the scent of steak and vanilla. She's back. I quickly crept out of the corner I had fallen asleep in and crawled towards the door, waiting on her to let her presence be known to me. I couldn't give any more hints away that could lead to her knowing what I am. I've already raised enough suspicion for today. My thoughts were interrupted by a beautiful voice calling my name. 

     "Jayden, are you still in there?"

     "Yea," I muttered, still loud enough for her to hear me. 

     "Can you come out?" 

     I smirked when she said that. I already did that when I was thirteen. I carefully stood up and twisted the handle and opened the door. The lady was standing there holding a box of food and a bag from Target. A look of worry laced her soft features. I padded out of the closet and towards her. 

     "Here you go," She said while handing me the box. 

     "Thank you," I quietly mumbled. I opened the box to reveal an 18oz steak, a baked potato, and some broccoli. I hurriedly grabbed the knife and fork and cut me off a piece of the steak. I placed the tender piece of steak in my mouth and I almost moaned at how good it tasted. I held no restraints as I wolfed down the steak. It was gone in under three minutes. I didn't bother with the sides, knowing that I could just find a way to heat it up later. I closed the box and placed it on the floor next to me and directed my gaze to the lady. 

     "Well Jayden I have some clothes, but you have to let me see the cut before I give them to you," 

     I nodded and lifted up the shirt I had on to reveal my abdomen. The cut had healed by itself for the most part. The only way you could tell that it had been there was because it left a scar that was brighter than my soft caramel skin. It'll probably be gone tomorrow. perks of being a hybrid. I looked up to see a shocked expression on the lady's face. 

      "How in the hell..." She muttered. I would be shocked if I were her too. It's not every day you find somebody with a huge gash on their abdomen then it be almost completely healed two hours later. I was certainly surprised when I was stabbed when I was eight then noticing that it was completely healed ten minutes later. I pulled the shirt down, the cold hospital air giving me goosebumps. I looked at the lady expectantly and she nudged the bag of clothes towards me, still in shock about my scar. I jogged back into the closet and flicked on the lights. I reached into the bag to find a pair of black joggers, and a grey t-shirt, a pack of underwear, and a sports bra. I quickly put on the clothes, grateful to get out of these bloody ones, and stepped out of the closet. I walked over to the lady and studied her for a second, trying to decide if I should actually go with her or take her out and run. I decided I could trust her.

     "So how am I getting out of here?"

     "We're gonna walk out," What the hell? She must be crazy. I literally took out at least five doctors and tased a cop, there's no way in hell that they're letting me leave. 

     "What do you mean walk out?"

     "I can just say that I don't think this hospital is fit for your care and we can walk out,"

     "Look, I don't know much about hospitals but I'm sure that you can't just do that unless you're famous," I explained. 

     "I am famous," She stated. "Do you not know who I am?" She questioned, confusion laced in her tone. I shook my head and looked down, feeling embarrassed. "It's okay that you don't. I'm Beyonce Carter. Can I know your full name now?"

     "Jayden,"

     "Jayden..." She trailed off, urging for me to continue. 

     "Simple Jayden, I don't have a last name,"