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Several minutes after her departure, Sheila returned. With an army full of bandages and several other implements she set them down as Liam cleared a coffee table that sat in front of the couch. The lass’ disposition had warmed since he had first met her. Though he was only kind to keep her from fleeing Liam found himself wondering what he was going to do. Stuck in the moment, he didn’t notice Sheila finishing her check up of the girl. Hmmm, I need to stop day dreaming.
A soft glare greet his glance as the girl’s tanned skin was still heavily bruised. Her chest was bandaged and it looked like she was being given some opiates to deal with the pain.
“There was swelling which caused her stress when breathing, the lungs and her bones are fine. She’s got some deep bruising no internal bleeding. Though her bones seem brittle, did that bitch kick her in her chest or in the arm?” she asked. The bruising on her her side pointed the possibility of internal bruising. Luckily Sheila didn’t think the girl was as seriously injured as she appeared, her lack of real nourishment had up the beating she had gotten. She would be healing for a week or two but she would get better. Her arm would need a sling though.
I betcha that bitch Maura did this! No respect these days selling her own kind. Sheila sighed, her thoughts neared as she had dealt with the Sisters extensively. Once almost poisoning the mercenary captain just to see her squirm, however she had stopped herself for a time. Another grasped as her mind. Next time that bitch comes here I’ll drug her fucking drip. Course that idea would result in problems. Now, problems weren’t bad it was who they affected that was the problem. At that point Sheila felt her anger abated as she watched the young girl. Sheila took a moment to take in her new house guest and discern more about her.
The girl was no older than her early twenties, if not younger. She was definitely an adult or pretended to be. Her accent was slight and seemed to be almost middle eastern. Then again there was also a tinge of Russian in there somewhere. The girl was definitely eastern European. With those dark brown eyes and strange svelte shape. Liam was a man for the small ones that was certain, was he going to screw this one too? Bloody hell that man. The girl lifted her head and her distangled hair swung around her face. It was covered and thick with filth. The girl felt filthy as she returned the look Sheila.
Taking in a breath the girl leaned forward and licked her lips. She felt dirty and trashy. Still weak she tried to stand up and then wobbled on her knee.s The clothing she was wearing smelt of urine and feces. Sheila decided the brat needed a shower.
“This way you need to get cleaned up,” and with that the girl found herself being walked through a door in the back corner of the room towards a bathroom near the right side of the house. A small but well made shower stood to one side a well tiled floor and white wall. A simple clean washroom.
“I can clean?” she said, the girls accent once again confusing the hell out of her chaperone. Sheila nodded and opened an armoire to the right of the door. Pulling out a pair of towels she set them aside and also grabbed a large white robe. It was a bit small, yet it would have to do. The girl felt her muscles complain and the pain in her On the left breast of the robe was an emblem from some fancy hotel the girl assumed the woman must have taken it from. Taking the out held thing she set it down to the side of a simple chrome sink.
“Wear this and later we’ll find you some new clothes,” the woman said.
“Will the shower be a good idea?” she asked and Sheila responded.
“Be gentle you have some small cuts but you need to get cleaned, I am not sponging yer ass so get in there and clean up,” the words were harsh. Most words to the girl for the past several weeks had been harsh. Harsh was not being cruel and the girl had the sense to know that Sheila was not cruel. There was something about the Irish, some were drunk idiots, some were kindhearted beyond comprehension. The truth also was that some were stiffer than boards, more stubborn than a pissed off mule, and were the kindest of all. Apparently, Sheila was possibly in the final category.
The door closed as the girl gave no reply. She needed some time to herself. Some time to rest and be cleaned so that she didn’t feel like a crack whore. The fact was that though they had not lain a hand on her body her young soul was raped. There was something to be said about the Amazon spirit, but even the strongest spirit could be broken with pure uncaring betrayal. Discarding her clothes the small framed young woman opened the shower door and slid in. Cold water greeted her and she replied with a small squeak. It warmed quickly and the wounds began to ache. However, her muscles also began to loosen.
“Oi, what is yer name child,” came a yell outside the door. The girl thought about the question. Should she give her name? A name that would never be song of by her sisters and brothers? Placing a hand up on the fogged wall of the shower. Amber eyes pained as she thought about what she wanted most and wrote something out on the wall.
“I am Vira, that is all,” she said. A short reply given for what she wanted most, as she recited the soft words that she had written.
“Ɲokeithe kihu,” words that had been cried by her blood for over a hundred years. Meaning, Freedom’s Soul.
Arrow Child, A Net Novel By ShadowedSin 