I woke up in the morning to hear a cooing sound outside my door.
"Wha?" I muttered to myself, sleepily, as I got up from bed. Stretching and yawning, I went to the bathroom.
My bathroom, like every other thing I owned, was made of the finest quality. I washed and then pulled on a shirt which a political leader had once given me in order to get his work done for him. Unfortunately a shirt wasn't enough for me, so I rejected his plan but kept the shirt anyway.
I combed my hair and then walked outside the room. To my surprise, the cooing sound came from Bryant. He was already dressed and was sitting on the couch in the living room. He was holding something in his lap and was making cooing sounds to it. I tilted my head to see what it was. And then I gasped.
"Bryant," I screamed "What are you-"
"Oh, good morning, Evan," Bryant said cheerfully "I see you're up. Look what I have! And she's already making progress!"
"Why are you holding that thing in your arms?" I cried.
"Oh, her?" he replied, looking down at her "She was sick and hungry. I'm taking care of her."
"But I want her to die."
"That thing," I screamed, marching up the couch "is a waste! I wasted so much money for a dead body! I…."
I grabbed the girl in his arms and threw her on the floor.
"No!" Bryant screamed standing up. I raised my foot to kick her but Bryant grabbed me from behind.
"Stop, Evan. It's not her fault. She's just a child. Don't harm her!"
I turned around and glared at him.
"Oh, come on," he continued "She….she can be useful. Look at her! The poor girl hasn't even regained consciousness and you're beating her to death. She really is useful to you. Remember I told you about-"
"I don't care, Bryant. I wasted my money on that ugly dead body. She's dying. Leave her. In fact, you know what? I should get her body cut into pieces and feed them to those jerks who sold me her!"
Bryant gulped in reply. Then he bent down and picked up the girl again.
"Surely, Evan," he gasped "Surely, there must be a bit of humanity in you. This is just a child. You can't harm her. Help her, Evan. She needs help. I know you wanted that spy's daughter but this girl is useful too."
I stared at him. The last line had put me into shock.
"How?" I whispered in a challenging voice, bringing my face closer to his.
"If you remember closely," Bryant whispered in reply "the stories said that the spy's children saved him. But that's not fully true. They were merely helping another youngster save him. That person really deserved all the credit, so Klear adopted her. She became the apple of his eye and he started loving her more than his own kids. But now….out of some weird reason….Klear probably didn't notice or something and she was captured and then sold."
I stared at Bryant. Suddenly I knew what he wanted to tell me.
"This is the girl, isn't she?" I whispered in shock.
Bryant smiled and then nodded.
"She's waking up." Bryant cried, smiling.
"Why are you so excited?" I snapped in reply.
"I like her. She's nice."
Bryant had forcefully placed her on my clean bed and now she was rubbing her head with my clean pillow. She moaned and then finally opened her eyes.
One of her dark brown eyes had a faint yellow colour while the other one was pure white. Her messy hair fell over her face as she raised her head to look at us.
"Hey," Bryant whispered, wrapping his arms around her "You shouldn't do that. Just lie down, okay? Now that's a good girl! Now, sweetie, you're gonna be fine, okay? Okay? Just lie down and close your eyes."
The girl made a wheezing sound in reply. She looked as if she was about to cry.
"Who….." she breathed "are…..you?"
"Who? Me? I'm a doctor, honey. I won't hurt you. You'll be fine."
"What………" she whispered again and looked around the room. Then she spotted me.
"You," she whispered. "It's you…..I…you…..help."
She turned to Bryant and leaned against her.
"Help," she whimpered softly.
I walked over to the bed, sat down and brought my face close to hers.
"How much do you know about spying?" I asked her.
She whimpered again.
"Help me." She repeated, raising her head to look at Bryant.
I reached out and grabbed her arm.
"He's on my side," I said, smiling "So I don't you're getting any help for now. But if you cooperate, I just might send you back to daddy."
She gulped in reply. Her face showed that she was completely horrified.
"It's okay, dear." Bryant said, gently patting her back "Don't panic."
"So," I said, turning to Bryant "She's alright now, isn't she?"
Bryant looked at her closely and then shook his head.
"Judging by her figure, she is active now but her blood pressure is low and she still needs a lot of rest." He replied.
I nodded, thoughtfully.
"Do you miss daddy?" I hissed at her.
She lowered her head and didn't answer. I smiled.
"Can we please have some privacy, Bryant?" I asked Bryant, cheerfully.
Bryant studied me with wide eyes.
"No," he replied "She needs me. And I have a bad feeling about leaving her alone with you, Evan."
I chuckled in reply.
"I'm not that evil."
"I can't leave you alone with her. You'll hurt her."
"Huh……alright, Evan. But remember….she is worth a lot. Don't kill her."
"I won't." I said. The girl whimpered as Bryant stood up and left the room. Then I turned back to her.
"Now," I said "What's your name?"
She pressed her lips together and didn't answer. She was trying to act brave even though she was scared to death. I moved closer to her.
"What's your name?" I repeated.
She backed away from me. I could see goosebumps appear on her arms, her skin turned paler and her breathing rate became faster.
"I said: what's your name?" I yelled, losing my patience.
She whimpered again and backed away even more. Tears started streaming down her face and her breathing got even faster. She was trembling.
I reached out and grabbed the collar of her shirt. I pulled her closer to me until our noses nearly touched.
"What is your name?" I hissed with anger. The girl made a few sounds again. She tried to pull my hand away but I was too strong. She tried to push me away but yet again I was too strong. I tightened my grip around her collar. She gasped and then her eyes started to get droopy. Her breathing became slower and her body became limp.
I let go of her and she fell down on the bed, unconscious. I sighed and then walked out of the room to look for Bryant. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book.
"What's the matter?" he asked me when he saw my face.
I explained everything to him and then told him to check her again.
Bryant shook his head.
"Oh, Evan," he said "Soften up. You scared her so much that she fainted again!"