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?

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8. Chapter VIII - Elizabeth's Perspective

"​Just an ordinary afternoon, sitting in the parlour sipping tea and discussing politics and the weather with Mrs. Peatree from across the street.

Tommy and James were entertaining Mrs. Peatree's son, Simon, upstairs. Everything was going so smoothly.

Then Thomas walks in the door, muddy boots and all, with a wide grin spread across his face. Standing beside him is an African girl, dirty from head to toe, hair tousled, and teeth bared? 

I stood up abruptly. "Merciful heavens, Thomas, what is this?"

"I've missed you so, my darling," he laughed and kissed me gently on the cheek. "Please do say hello to Naieesha, our new daughter.

I was taken aback. "Thomas, what's this all about?" "Where did you find this child?"

"Living with hyenas," he replied, putting his arm around me. 

​I looked at my husband, shocked.

He sighed. "Darling, I didn't know what else to do. She was wild-"

"She is ​wild," I interrupted, look at her!"   The child had crouched down and was crawling on my floor, naked.

"Elizabeth, Benjiman shot the alpha leader. She was lost without him. 

So, her so called father  is dead and you bring her home?!

"Elizabeth..."

I sighed deeply. Inhale, exhale.

"All right Thomas," I agreed, "she shall stay here."  "Brigitta!" I call to her maid, who appears in the doorway.

"Yus, Missus?" She asks quietly in her Yorkshire accent.

The child stood up and I pushed her forward. 

"Clean this child up." "Scrub her good."

"Yus, Missus." Brigitta slowly lead the child away. She does not retaliate, but stares  back at me with mean, beady eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

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