Hyena Child

In the hot, wandering wilderness of Africa, we find Naieesha, a twelve year old girl who has been raised by a pack of hyena's her entire life.
When Thomas Walters, a man on safari, discovers this girl, he captures her and brings her home to his wealthy family in New York.
Things aren't always what they seem.
Lost and alone, Naieesha's behaviour is intolerable. She fights, eats with her hands, and will do anything to get back home to her beloved pack. Both her and The Walter's family are at their wits end. Can Lena Van Helsing, a teacher for the deaf and misunderstood, step in and save the day?


7. Chapter VII - Thomas' Perspective - Part Two : New Home

Thirteen Hours Later

I have not slept for one moment. The flight was unbearable. Naieesha will not stop whimpering, which sometimes lead to violent screams, even kicks against the metal of the plane. What is more, I cannot stop thinking about my wife, and late daughter, Lucy.

Lucy was a healthy, active, lovely twelve year old. When I would come home at night she could not wait to get into my arms. She was always willing to help her mother around the house. She had many friends, even a few admirers. Such a good girl. 

Then the measles settled upon our household.

My two older boys, Tommy and James, pulled through like champs, but little Lucy was just getting weaker, and weaker, and weaker. Her fever was always high, so we had to cover her bed with mounds of ice. Lucy hated being cold, and she begged for one single solitary moment of warmth. But we had to insist, "No, love, we must keep your fever down." Lucy would just nod and try to shrug it off. She understood. She always did.

But alas, after three weeks of terrible suffering, my sweet, darling daughter passed away.

I was in denial. Lucy couldn't be dead. She just couldn't. But I knew deep in my heart that she was no more. No more late night cuddles when she had nightmares. No more asking politely for a lolly when we were at a candy shop. No more, just no more.

My wife still has not completely recovered from her grief. I am hoping that bringing Naieesha to our home will enlighten her spirit. That's why I chose her middle name for Lucy's namesake. I thought about changing her name entirely, but I don't think an African girl named Winifred would fit, do you?

Finally, we have landed. When we are clear to get off the plane, I open the back and find Naieesha, tangled in the net and huddled in the corner.

She looks up at me, her eyes red, her teeth bared in a scowl. 

I reach out my hand to her.

"Come, Naieesha," I say calmly to her, "Let's go to your new home."

She does not take my hand, but only growls in response.

I can see getting her out of this plane will be quite a trial.

Aha! I reach into my pocket and pull out a package of beef jerky.

Naieesha leans forward, sniffs, and slowly crawls down the ramp of the plan.

She takes my hand, and I pull her up.


Suddenly looking at her, I realize I cannot take my new daughter to my home naked. 

Thinking quickly, I grab the net and wrap it around her, resembling an almost-dress. 

I bid a fast farewell to the men, President Roosevelt, and his son, and they wish me luck. 

I think I'm going to need it.

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