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The Eleventh Commandment

Did God overlook it

What ought have been written

The eleventh commandment

Honor thy children

Song-

The Eleventh Commandment

By: Collin Raye

"Call for an ambulance!" bellowed Murphy as he quickly pushed his partner out of the way, and pulled the lifeless girl from her tomb as he dropped to his knees and started chest compressions. He wasn't surprised that Richards froze in reaction; she was a good cop, but this was the first time she'd ever seen anything like this. Murphy had a quick flash of his first time. It was of a young woman, no older then twenty who laid a top the cold concrete as she convulsed, her hazy blue eyes suddenly locked onto his causing him to stand frozen as if he was stone as he watched the woman choking to death on her own blood from the bullet wound in her chest. It was and is a scene and face he will never forget as he watched those blue glazing over eyes fall lifeless, that moment will forever haunt his dreams. He quickly shook the thought from his head and focused on the young girl below him.

Richards couldn't hear anything but white noise in her ears as she stood frozen from shock when her eyes took in the small girl. Her mind couldn't seem to catch up as she continued to stare into space reliving it over and over. Opening that door and seeing a small frail dying child laying there with her small face swollen and badly beaten, her scalp bare in places and hair matted down in others from dried blood caused her to shutter. There wasn't a spot on the poor child that wasn't covered in blood. Richards wondered how long she laid there, how long had she been suffering, how long had she been dying in that dark closet that reeked of decay and bodily functions. She couldn't shake the sight of those lifeless green eyes looking up at her for that brief second before letting go. Right then and there the bile rose to far, forcing its release and caused her to drop to her knees as her stomach emptied its contents; her body shook from the images that wouldn't leave her mind's eye.

"Ri" "Ric" "Rich" "RICHARDS!" the booming baritone finally filtered through the static causing her head to snap towards the sound. Her watery eyes focused on her partner's eyes, "I need you to focus now! Got it? You need to let this filter away right now and I need you to call an ambulance," he spoke stoically while his worn hazel eyes never left her blue ones. She nodded robotically at his words; her eyes flickered down to the small girl, whose chest was being pushed on as if it was a trampoline. As her eyes took in the girl's face and limbs again the static started to return.

"RICHARDS!" Murphy's baritone voice again pulled her through the static and back into the moment, causing her eyes to flick to his. "Ambulance," was all he said never breaking eye contact. Her eyes flicked again to the girl, "Ambulance, go now," his voice being more forceful finally broke through and snapped the robotic chains. With a shake of her head in acknowledgment, she stumbled to her feet, darted out of the room, down the stairs, out the front door and into her patrol car.

"Dispatch, we need an ambulance ASAP to-"

Billy was a bottle of nerves as he paced the waiting room. This was the last thing he expected when he arrived, and this was the last place he wanted to do this.

'Save your self- righteousness, Billy, and get out!' as the cold tone of his former friend still rung in his ears. If it wasn't for the bars that separated them, he would have beat the arrogance out of him. Billy couldn't understand how his friend took such a downward spiral; Joshua truly didn't care about anything other than his own misery. It was all that consumed him and all that he cared about. He cared nothing for his children. That was something that Billy couldn't understand. How could someone profess to love someone so much but hate the pieces of themselves they had left behind. It was a contradiction.

After hearing his coldness and seeing no remorse in those eyes, Billy had no trouble turning his back on Joshua and his insults as he left him to rot in the holding cell. To him that is where he belonged, most of all after he walked out to see Harry holding a hysterical Allison. Joshua's own mother refused to speak to her son or front any bail as her disdain for her son ran deep the day he had run from La Push taking her grandchildren away.

Slowly Billy approached the pair and as his eyes met Harry's he knew right then and there everything was much worse than he had ever thought. All that had led them to here in the waiting room at Linda Vista Hospital. They arrived only minutes before Allison had a breakdown at seeing the gurney and medics come crashing through the doors of the Emergency room with a small lifeless girl adorning the top of it. It had been the first time in six years either had set eyes upon the girl. They had arrived here in California in hopes to find a somewhat vibrant young girl but instead they were greeted by the bruised bloody face that rushed by them, which sent Allison into hysterics at her grandchild's condition and anger and hate to start running through Billy and Harry's veins. They wondered how a father could do that to their child. Billy could see the fire rage in Harry's eyes, and he understood his excessive rage; Harry had a daughter the same age which made it hit home even more. Allison's hysterics were the only thing that kept the two men from returning and finding a way to make sure they paid Josh the same love and attention he poured onto his daughter.

Harry had to take and restrain Allison, leaving Billy to handle the front desk and finding out what exactly was happening, but they had no answers yet. All they knew was that it was extensive and she was in surgery and the chances were slim, seeing as her heart had stopped three times already and had to be shocked back into beating over and over. When ever Billy approached he nurses desk, he was quickly and dismissively told they would let them know once she was out of surgery.

So now they waited and waited; hours had ticked by with no word coming from the doctors. The only word coming was from the police stating that they had retrieved Sam from DHS and were bringing him to the hospital. This would have been better to do anywhere else but here, but Allison wasn't about to leave until she knew about her young granddaughter.

The feeling of fresh air swarmed over him, causing his pacing to stop and his head to turn; there in the door stood the spitting image of Josh, but the difference was in the face. This face held confusion, fear and remorse, and his brown eyes were puffy and rimmed with red from crying. Billy could see the resistance Sam was giving the policeman as he was being forced into the hospital, only to stop when placed in front of him.

Billy looked back at Harry, who was holding onto a sleeping Allison, and his eyes showed pain for the small boy, but yet joy that they had finally found him and that he was okay. With a nod Billy took a deep breath and dropped to his knees, which gave him eye contact with the small boy. "Hello, Sam. I suppose you don't remember me, do you?" Billy asked nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous twitch.

Sam said nothing; the only sounds coming from him were sniffling sounds as he tried to maintain control of his tears. "Ha, guess you wouldn't. You weren't more than three when you left," Billy paused taking in the boy's reaction. "I'm Billy, by the way," he said softly as he extended his hand to the boy. Again Sam said nothing, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he stared back at Billy, uncertainty and terror written all over his face.

"Mr. Black?" a soft voice called out causing him to turn and see a tired looking nurse, causing him to wince at the sight.

"Samuel?" a sleep ridden voice said in awe.

Billy's attention was quickly diverted to a very awake and emotional grandmother. Billy turned back to Sam and mustered a smile as he took the boy's hand and led a reluctant boy forward to stop in front of the older woman.

"Sam, this is your grandmother," Billy said softly as he watched the older woman throw her arms around the small boy, causing him to squirm and jump at the action. Allison didn't seem to notice his reaction as she started to fuss over the boy.

"Mr. Black," the nurse's voice called out, this time holding a bit of impatience.

"I got this. Go," Harry said as he put his hand on Billy's shoulder in a sign of support.

With a nod Billy walked away from the reunion and over to the nurse, who turned and started to lead him down hall after hall. They finally stopped outside a closed door, where he was told to wait. It felt like hours but was only minutes until a gray haired man walked into the hall to stand before him.

"Mr. Black?" the man asked, pausing as he waited for confirmation. With a nod from Billy the doctor stuck out his hand in greeting, "I'm Doctor Johnson, I was the one who performed surgery on Ms. Uley" he said stoically before turning and opening the closed door. Billy's stomach knotted at the sight of the small bundle lying on the bed. Her one arm and shoulder covered in plaster, her face clean from grime but swollen, the long hair she had come in with gone, her head was bandaged and a brace adorned her neck, with an opening only big enough for the tube that ran into her throat.

"It's a lot to take in; isn't it?" the doctor's voice cutting through Billy's fog.

Shaking his head to get some bearing, "Uh... Yeah...," he paused as he brought his eyes to the doctor's. "What…. what all happened to her?"

"Ms. Uley-"

"Isabella," Billy corrected. He couldn't hear that name right now. 'Uley,' he mentally sneered.

The doctor nodded with a small smile, "Of course, young Isabella has been through, simply put, Hell" the doctor sighed. "All you see was done almost a week ago; I still don't know how she managed to fight for so long," he trailed off as he looked at Billy's questioning gaze. "Ms., I mean Isabella, has been abused severely and I don't mean just in this past week, Mr. Black." He again paused letting it sink in. "She had bruises and injuries that were months old; her body is malnourished, her hair was brittle, teeth - well the ones that weren't beaten out of her - are decayed and yellow due to the same reason. Her scans showed severe head trauma to the head for some time, which left permanent damage to the parts of her brain that provide motor skills and vocabulary skills."

The doctor picked up the chart on the end of the bed and looked it over. "Mind you that is from before this. When she came in today, she had severe bleeding and swelling on her brain, which caused us to have to operate to relieve the pressure. Her right shoulder was popped out of joint and broken, along with her wrist, jaw and nose. That is why she needs the trachea tube since she cannot get air through the badly damaged septum. All of her ribs are broken, resulting in the left side to have punctured her left lung not long after her arrival, causing us to have to perform surgery there as well. Her back was filled with wooden splinters and from what the officers reported, she was slammed through a coffee table. Splinters weren't the only damage done; she also has fractures in her vertebrae," he said as he moved to the bedside and started his checks.

Billy pulled himself closer to the bed, unable to speak as he watched the doctor start taking her vitals. Billy was sure the small girl was a looker, like her mother, but it was so hard to tell under all the bandages, swelling and bruising. "Will she be okay," he choked out.

"I'm not sure. The odds aren't good as she went so long without treatment. She has so many infections, one of the heart that I forgot to mention in my above list," he sighed as he set the clipboard down. "Even if she does pull through, God knows what she will be like. Will she be mentally capable? Will she be able talk, walk? we have no idea and won't know until she wakes up," the doctor's voice full of emotion as he lifted his patient's eye lids to take in her pupils.

Billy gasped at the sight because there before him were the peridot green eyes his wife had mentioned. Her words rang in his head, 'Jake fought his phase almost winning for a girl, a girl I couldn't see all but a pair of peridot eyes. When he finally phased and looked at Leah, he looked at her as he does now, like she is a pebble in his shoe. When those peridot eyes faded away, it seemed to be what made the pack incomplete and send Jacob into a war.' He couldn't believe he was staring right at the owner of the eyes that were forewarned of by his wife. Panic started to fill him and he was unsure of what to do. Here laid the girl that from what he could understand from the visions that would be the downfall of them all, because of her hold over his son.

"Mr. Black, if you need to leave I can understand," the doctor said softly as he administrated some medication to the IV.

Billy nodded and darted out of the room. Yes, the sight of the girl nearly beaten to death rattled him, but what sent him into total shock was when he saw those eyes. In a daze he walked down the hallway his mind filled with uncertainty. What was he going to do? 'She might not even live,' the devil on his shoulder whispered in his ear. 'And even if she did, there is a high chance she would be a vegetable for the most part,' it added causing him some relief but could he even risk bringing her back to La Push even in that state? 'And you better have two little ones in tow! I mean it, Billy,' Sarah's threat echoed in his head with the thoughts he was having.

"Billy," a voice called out causing him to see he made it back to the waiting room on autopilot. Looking up he saw Harry standing in front of him with worry written all over his face.

"He hasn't said a word and only shies away," Harry sighed as he looked back at the boy who stood away from his grandmother. "How is she?"

Billy could only look at Harry, unable to form words; his eyes saying it all even if Harry didn't understand some of the torment that raged in them.

"It's my sister; that's why I'm here and you're here," a small grief stricken voice called out.

All three adult's eyes snapped to the small boy. You could tell he truly loved his sister; they both closed their eyes and nodded yes. A wailing cry of, " NO!" ripped through the room. Quickly Allison had the sobbing boy in her arms, trying to soothe his cries..

"Is... is... she, she, dead?" he finally choked out.

Harry and Allison whipped their heads to Billy waiting for some sort of confirmation.

"No, she isn't dead. Just real hurt," he said softly causing the boy's cries to slow a bit but not completely. "Why don't you and your grandma go back and sit with her a bit. I'll tell you now it's not pretty but you can see that she is still alive," he said causing Sam's face to dart up and look at him and then to the woman at his side.

"Please, I need to be with her," his voice strained.

"Of course, we both do," Allison said softly as she and Sam made it to their feet and down the hall.

"I'm going to get some coffee. I'll be back," Harry sighed, rubbing his hands down his face as it had been such a long day.

Billy nodded his acknowledgment. When both parties were out of sight, he threw himself into a chair and sank his face into his hands. He was so torn right now and he didn't know what to do. He threw his head back and his gaze locking onto the ceiling. He needed to call Sarah and try to see if anything had changed. He needed to be vague on the situation here and he knew deep down it was wrong; but he was chief and he needed to protect the tribe. Even from one of their own, if necessary.

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