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"Is there a number we can call, for your parents?" I asks the girl who sits in the couch of our basement, soaking wet.
"What's wrong with your hair? Do you have cancer?" Dustin asks her
"Did you run away?" Lucas also asks her
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" I ask
"Is that blood?" Lucas reaches out to touch her but Mike slaps his hand back "Stop it! Your freaking her out!"
"She's freaking me out" Lucas tells Mike
"I bet she's deaf" Dustin says to us. He turns to the girl and claps his hands in front of her face and she flinches back "Not deaf"
"Alright, that's enough alright? She's just scared and cold" Mike goes to the laundry basket and I follow him.
"Okay, are you sure we should be welcoming a complete stranger into our home? We don't know who she is, where she's come from, how old she is, what her story is. We know nothing Mike" I tell him
"Look I appreciate you helping and your input but just sometimes it's not needed" he says turning to me
"Says the one who needed my help an hour ago" I say to him backing away and head up the stairs
"Samantha" Mike calls for me but I just ignore him. I was half way up the stairs when I heard a soft voice.
"Stay"
"She talks!" Dustin says happily
Mike looks at me with pleading eyes, I roll my eyes and come down the stairs.
"Yeah, she can stay" he tells her. I come back down the steps and stand near the boys.
"Here, these are clean okay?" Mike says handing her some fresh clothes. She takes them and rubs the soft material along her cheek. She takes my jacket off that I gave to her to keep her warm and she stands up, she reaches for the bottom of the shirt to pull it off before we all stop her.
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
We all say as I reach for to stop her.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" Dustin, Lucas and Mike say as they walk away and turn the other way.
"See over there? That's the bathroom. Privacy. Get it?" She looks at me as if I'm speaking another language.
She bends down and picks up her clothes that are on the couch and walks over to the bathroom behind me. She walks in and looks around. I go to shut the door but she stops me.
