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Chapter 3 -Clean

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My eyes snapped open and I shrunk back as far as I could, trying to get away from the doctors as they ripped my skin off. My eyes landed on a wide eyed middle age woman who was staring at me, a look of worry on her face.

My face twisted into a snarl as I looked upon that innocent face, knowing that there was no such thing as innocence in her. A hiss escaped my throat and a man moved in front of her, his arm sweeping up in a protective motion. She smiled at me and stood up, pushing his arm down gently. She held her arm out and I flinched away from it. Her arm dropped and she kneeled next to the head of the bed. I closed my eyes and clenched my hands into fists, waiting for the shock of a needle entering my arm and send me into a sleep.

Something touched my lips and I opened my mouth, knowing I would only be in more pain if I tried to resist from it. I didn't want to become an eraser toy so I obeyed. Traditionally I would resist as much as I could but at the school, there's no point unless you want to be ripped to shreds by Ari.

I closed my eyes and waited to be lifted off to sleep.

Hello? Sleep? Where are you?

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see the woman setting the glass down on the nightstand while the man, the one who had caught me, looked at me patiently.

The woman cleared her throat, "Hello, my name is Eloyn Moss (L-O-Win) and this is my son, Brandon. I know your probably scared..."

The son interrupted, "Probably? She tried to jump a six foot barb wire fence! She IS scared."

Eloyn barked at him, "Brandon! Manners!"

He rolled his eyes behind her back and grinned at me. My heart skipped a beat; his smile was VERY familiar... Too familiar...

The jarring pain shocked me as my eyes filled with tears. I looked away quickly, but saw his disappointed face.

Eloyn motioned to my foot, "It's only a bad sprain, so you''ll be okay in a couple days. You popped it out of the socket as well but I set it straight while you were still unconscious," she trailed off.

My voice sounded like nails scratching a chalkboard when I spoke, "thank you."

Short and blunt, but something to say that alleviated the awkward moment. She smiled encouragingly, glad to hear me talking.

She cleared her throat, her face becoming more serious, "Brandon, can you leave us alone for a moment?"

He shrugged, leaving the room slowly.

"I don't mean to pry, but while I was changing your clothes to wash them... Um... You probably know what I'm talking about..."

I nodded my head, knowing this was the inevitable when I or the flock ever stayed with someone. We couldn't hide it.

"I haven't told my family yet and I don't have to, but with your permission I would like to examine you. Let me explain before you freak out, I am a vet, and I think you're... Well extraordinary! You don't have to give me an answer now, but think about it please... And I know trust is earned but i would like you to know that you can trust me."

I shook my head slightly and her smile returned, "Well, dinner will be ready in about an hour, and, the bathroom is down the hall to the left, the towels are under the sink and your clothes are on the chair beside the nightstand. You are okay to walk on your ankle but only small distances at first."

She got up quietly and left the room, leaving me alone and giving me the opportunity to look around at the room for the first time.

The room was a dark olive green, but not heavy. The furniture was very nice, they were obviously well off, and had good taste.

My eyes landed on my clothes and I was reminded of the coming joy of a hot shower. I scooted to the edge of the bed, testing my ankle. The first step sent a sparking pain up my leg, and I whimpered. The tears welled up in my eyes but I sucked in a breath and steeled myself for the next step.

I picked up my clothes from the night stand and opened the door to go down the hall to the bathroom.

No one has any idea how amazing it feels to take a hot shower after weeks of being dirty. The water caressed my back and shoulders, splicing my wings with warmth. I pulled my hair to the side, combing the long tendrils. The smell of shampoo and conditioner was heavenly, and I breathed it in like I was a a person who was huffing paint. I wiggled every part of my body, rolling my ankle tenderly. It felt so good to be clean again. I picked up the wash cloth I had found under the sink by the towels and covered it in soap. I scrubbed, trying to get rid of all the memories, as if I could wash them all down the drain. I scrubbed till my skin was raw and my hands and feet had turned into wrinkles prunes. I sighed, knowing I couldn't get much cleaner and turned off the water. I stepped out of the shower into the misty bathroom and reached for the fluffy towel. I towel dried my hair and then dried my body. I wiped down the mirror to look at myself.

I gasped, my face looked the same, thin but well proportioned, but my body, dear god, I must have been at the school longer than I thought... My skin, tan from long summer days flying, was covered in scars. The thin white lines covering every inch of my skin looked like something out of a horror movie. I clasped a hand over my mouth before a scream escaped, and snapped my eyes shut. I turned from the mirror and headed for the toilet as I felt a familiar twist in my stomach.

I stayed at the toilet for a couple minutes and then slowly got up, getting dressed. I didn't turn back to the mirror till I knew all the scars would be covered. My hair was long enough that it touched my butt and I combed my finger through it, trying to make it look healthier. I spotted a pair of scissors as I hunted for a brush and picked them up. I had cut the flocks hair several times during our months on the run so I knew how to cut hair good enough. I cut it till it was even with my shoulder blades and combed it, making sure it was even. My hair had lost its shine during the months of malnutrition.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the cooler air of the hallway. Eloyn was walking down it just at that moment and smiled when she saw me.

"Hey... Oh I don't even know your name!"

"Max"

"How unique! Well dinner is ready so come when you're done."

I nodded politely and she turned and left. I warily followed her; it would be dumb to trust this family so quickly just because the mother has a nice face! She led me down a stair case an into a room with several couches and a wall made of glass. She turned the corner and I immediately regretted following her. At a table was a grown man, Brandon, a little girl and a baby in a highchair, all staring at me.

I took a step back and Brandon stood up, "it's okay! We're not going to hurt you!"

I eyed them for a moment and then, deciding it was safe (enough), sat in the empty chair.

Eloyn clasped her hands together excitedly, "Max, this is my husband, Robert. And this is Emily! And that's baby Aryn, we adopted her from a teen mom. Everyone, this is Max!"

Robert offered his hand across the table, "Hello Max, I'm Robert Moss. It's a pleasure to have you here and I hope you are comfortable."

Comfortable? That was the LAST thing on my mind!

I nodded, deciding it was best not to speak so no one would talk to me.

Eloyn offered her hands out to Brandon and Robert, who were sitting next to her, "who wants to bless the food?"