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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11. Chapter XI - Thomas' Perspective

 

Naieesha slept late.

When she finally awoke, she stumbled into the dining room, collapsed into a chair, and scowled at everyone sitting at the table.

I took her hand and bid good morning, but she pulled away.

Then breakfast was served.

While the platters were being passed around, Naieesha reached forward, grabbed a handful of scrambled eggs, and greedily shoved them all into her mouth.

Elizabeth stood up abruptly, but I pushed her back down.

Nobody said a word.

I was the first to speak.

"Ahem, boys, you are excused."

"But, Father, we -"

"Go."

Brigitta escorted them out of the room.

When we were alone, I tried to address Naieesha again.

"Please bring me the tray, Simmons," I commanded to our butler and he brought it fourth. 

"Naieesha, look at me."

She glared.

I took a spoon and motioned taking eggs off the tray.

"You see Naieesha?" "We take our food off the tray and put it on our plates."  I mimicked taking a bite with the fork. "We use our utensils to put the food into our mouths." "You see?"

She only grunted.

"Now you try." I handed her the fork.

She stabbed me, and pushed away from the table, hard, causing all the china to fall to the floor. Naieesha stood up angrily, scowled, and stomped back to her bedroom. 

Elizabeth started to cry, and I put my arms around her.

 

"Now, now, darling, give her time."

"This girl is a monster!" "A demon!"

"Darling, you don't mean that."

"I want her gone!"

"Elizabeth, dear, please, give her another chance." "She has nothing to go back to."

"Send her home to the hyenas!" "She's better off there anyhow!"

"Trust me on this, Elizabeth." "She'll come around."  "You'll see." 

"You'll see."

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We decided to shave Naieesha's head. With her hair long, and being in such horrific tangles for years, there was no other option.

When she had finally calmed down, Brigitta lead her to the parlour.

Holding out a new invention called "the razor", invented by a sir King Camp Gilette, I sat her on the sofa.

I started to comb through. She winced, but kept still. Then she started to scream. A horrible sound, that started like a soft moan but turned into an outrageous roar. I was almost through.

After about ten minutes, I let her go. Naieesha clutched her shaven head as if it were on fire. Tears streamed down her face. I reached out to console her, but she panicked and ran to her room.

The screams could be heard from anywhere.

Was this a mistake?

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