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Chapter 2

I wasn't sure how long I sat there; maybe one or two hours. My tears had run dry and now I had to figure out how I was going to get my next meal. I could go back to the food stand but I wasn't sure where I was or how far I had to go. I got up and walked to the street and looked around. This was stupid. I'm not even hungry. Tears came to my eyes as I realized I could have had as much food as I wanted and a bed to sleep in. I slumped to the ground.

"Hey" I recognized the voice. I stood up and saw Edward a few feet in front of me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and just looked at him. His face looked me over and showed no sign of emotion although I knew he was still angry at me. "Come on, lets go" He didn't wait for me to reply, instead he turned around and walked away. I stood there astonished that he came to get me. I ran to catch up to him and followed a few feet behind.

After about twenty minutes we ended up back in front of his apartment. I almost walked into him because I didn't realize he had stopped.

"Listen," He said. "I'm going to help you find your family so that you can stay with them." He turned to face the door as quickly as he turned around and opened it. "Go up stairs and lie down. You need rest." He said all of this in a monotone and left me standing in the doorway.

I sighed and walked into the house. I looked in the kitchen and around the table sat Noah and Al. Both were eating. Edward grabbed some food from the counter and sat between them facing away from me. I closed the door and was about to walk up the stairs when Noah called to me.

"Don't you want to eat?" I looked at the counter and they had a small cooked chicken. My stomach growled too quietly for them to hear.

"Umm," I looked at the back of Edwards head and heard his voice saying all those mean things before I left and what he said when we returned. "No thank you. I'm not hungry."

"Don't be silly. Look at you, you need food. Come sit down and enjoy dinner."

"I should get some rest. I'm awfully tired."

"Let her sleep, Noah." Edward said.

"Brother," Al piped in "Noah is right."

"You can sleep after you eat." She smiled at me, stood up and grabbed a plate of food. She set it down in front of the last empty chair; across from Edward. I sighed and walked into the kitchen and sat down. "I'm so glad Edward found you just in time for dinner. It would have been a shame if it was to go cold."

I picked up my fork and dug in. I didn't dare look up off my plate, incase he was to look at me. Al, Noah and Edward talked through the whole dinner occasionally asking me a question or two about the last three weeks. I couldn't tell them much. There wasn't anything to tell.

"Couldn't you just kill an animal and eat that way?" Al asked.

"I guess so but I couldn't bring myself to do it" Noah stood up and grabbed all the empty plates and put them in the sink. She grabbed a bar of soap and started washing them. Al picked up the remains of dinner and put it in the fridge. Edward grabbed the utensils and glasses, set them on the counter beside the sink and walked up the stairs. I walked over to the sink and started to dry the remainder of the dishes. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I flinched but turned around anyway and saw it was Al's.

"Why don't you go upstairs and sleep. I can do those." I looked down at the clean dishes and back up at Al. He was smiling again. I was surprised I didn't see this earlier but Al had a beautiful smile. It was the kind you couldn't help but grin back at. His eyes glanced down at my wrist. I followed his gaze and noticed that there was no indication that it had been broken. I rolled it in a circle and felt no pain. "Here," Al said. He turned around and grabbed a cloth. He tied the two ends and draped it over my head. "Put your wrist in this until we can get a doctor to come and see you." I looked at Noah who was still cleaning the dishes. She hadn't taken notice to our conversation.

"Why would I see a doctor, Noah?" She looked up at me and laughed.

"We need to know what wrong with your wrist and your amnesia."

"Oh…" I sighed and walked to my room. Once I got in front of the two doors I couldn't remember which one was mine. I walked to the first one and put an ear up to the door. It didn't sound like anyone was in there. I leaned away and opened it.

I looked inside and Edward was laying on one of two the beds. He only had boxers on and I couldn't believe he had a metal leg as well. He sat up immediately and threw a blanket over himself. His face was etched with anger.

"What do you want?"

"I'm sa-sorry. I didn't mean to…" I stammered.

"Leave me alone" he said as he lied back down on the bed and faced the wall. Tears started to pour down my face.

"If you hate me so much why didn't you let me starve, instead of bringing me here? I yelled. I ran out of the room and into mine, slamming the door behind me. Why does he hate me? I knew stealing was bad but did he have to hate me forever? I heard the door open and the footsteps of someone come near me.

"It's not your fault". It was Noah.

"Yes it is" I whimpered. "I didn't mean to steal from you. I was just so hungry."

"It's ok."

"Why does he hate me?" I looked up at her and she wasn't sure how to answer.

"I don't think he hates you. But the reason for his…disliking, I don't know." I sighed and hugged Noah. I really liked her. "Go to bed. You need rest." She got up and left the room. I tucked myself into the blankets and fell asleep.

hope you liked it :) again, I promise chapter 3 will be up much longer