Chapter 2.

Kayden Miller's pov.

Everything happened so fast. In one second me and my parents were on our way back to the hotel, from a business dinner my dad had to attend. The next, we see a girl stumble on the sidewalk about to collapse.

Our driver stopped the car, then me, mom and dad run out of the car towards her. I catch her right before she falls to the ground, and close her eyes. "Oh my god, what happened to her?" My mom asked in shock and almost on the verge of tears covering her mouth with her hands.

I carefully turn the tiny girl in my arms and see she has been beaten pretty badly, dad checks her pulse. "We need to take her to the hospital right away." He said worriedly.

Dad gently took her backpack off her, while I carefully picked up the girl and held her bridal style in my arms. I walked fast over to the car, I got in and had her resting on my lap. This poor girl looks almost like she is just made of skin and bones, she looks unhealthy thin.

Mom checked her pockets to see if we could find her id on her, while dad checked her backpack. Dad found her wallet, then he took out her id. "Okay I found it, let see if I can get a hold of her parents." He said starting to tap on his phone.

"Wait, don't!" I said almost frantic. Mom and dad both looked at me shocked. "Why not Kayden?" Dad asked confused raising one eyebrow. "What if they are the ones that have done this to her?" I asked looking down at the poor girl on my lap, resting her head on my shoulder.

I don't want to send her back to someone that treats their kids like this. I look up to see both mom and dad look at me with a sorry look on their face. "What?" I asked confused.

"It's not like you to care what happens to others people." Dad said with a small smile on his lips. I just closed my eyes for a second, internally rolled my eyes at them.

Not long after we reached a hospital. Dad talked to a doctor and explained how we came across this girl, and how she passed out. Some other doctors came and wanted to lift the girl out of my arms, but I didn't want to let her go.

"Sir, we need to get her checked out, please give her to me." The doctor said looking down at the girl with a worried look. I looked down at her as well, for some reason I just didn't want to part with her.

"Son, let them check her injuries, we will wait here until we know more." Dad said putting a hand on my shoulder and give it a light squeeze. I nodded and gently handed over the girl to the doctor.

I saw the doctor place her on a bed, then they started running down the hall with her to check her out, disappearing though some doors. I just stood there looking at the doors the girl just was rushed through.

"Come on honey, let's sit down and wait. The police are on their way and want to have a talk with us." Mom said putting an arm around me guiding me towards some chairs.

"Did you learn her name?" I whispered just looking at the floor in front of me. "Yes, son, her name is Talia Collins." Dad said quietly sitting on one side of me and my mom on the other.

I just sat there, switching on looking between the floor in front of me and the door Talia was taken through. Talia... What a sweet name to a sweet girl. "She is 17 years old." Dad said. "What? 17? She looks so small for her age." Mom gasped out covering her mouth.

After a little, two police officers came into the hospital, and a nurse by the reception desk pointed towards us, then the police officers walked over to us. "Are you the ones that brought in the girl?" One of the officers asked sternly.

Me, mom and Dad stood up, and dad gave a stern look back which made the officers look a little scared. "Yes, we did, and this is her id we found in her backpack." Dad said giving the id to one of the officers.

One of the officers took the id and walked away a little before making a call. "Can you please tell us what happen?" The officer still standing with us asked. Dad and mom both, explained how we came across Talia.

I just stood there looking at the door waiting for any news from the doctor. But I did listen to the conversation my parents and the officer is having. The other officer came back to us and cleared his throat.

"It's good you guys didn't call the parents. There has been a lot of complaints from neighbors around, saying it's always a lot of shouting, and stuff getting smashed around inside that house." The officer then informed us.

"Oh my god." Mom said covering her mouth again. "We will stay here until we can talk to Talia. But can we be so rude to ask if you guys can stay here as well? Maybe it can help her a little?" One of the officers asked.

"Of course we can." I answered without talking to my parents. The officers then looked at my parents waiting for their answer. "Of course we can, there is nowhere we would rather wanna be right now." Mom said putting a hand on my shoulder.

We sat down again, so did the officers. Now we have to wait till the doctors are done. And I'm just lost in thought, how could someone do something like this to such a sweet and beautiful looking girl?

Like I'm not gonna say I'm a saint, I have both beaten up, and killed people before. Kind of comes with the family business, but I can never believe this girl has ever done anything to deserve this.

A little later the doctor comes back out and walked up to us. "Okay we have finished our check up on Talia. Luckily she didn't need any surgery. But she has 3 broken ribs, hairline fracture to her left arm and right femur, she is badly bruised all over and has a concussion, she has also been starved for years from the look of her body." The doctor explained.

"Oh poor girl." Mom said with such a sad voice, I just stood there in shock. "She also have a lot of scars on her upper body, so my take on it, she has been abused for years." The doctor continues.

"She will be here for observation, until we know she has recovered a little." The doctor said. "Can you take a blood sample? We need to do a DNA test, to see if she has some other relatives she can live with, if this is caused by her current home?" One of the officers asked the doctor.