We brought her back to Mike's basement. She sat on the couch and we all stood in front of her.
"Is there a number we can call for your parents?" I asked
"Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?" Dustin asked
"Did you run away?" Lucas asked
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Mike asked
"Is that blood?" Lucas said moving a head towards her
I slapped his hand away and said "Stop it! You're freaking her out!"
"She's freaking me out!" he yelled back
"I bet she's deaf." Dustin said. He clapped in front of her face and she moved back a little frightened "Not deaf."
"All right, that's enough, all right? She's just scared and cold." I said
Mike went over to a laundry basket and took out some clothes. "Here, these are clean.Okay?" he said and handed her the clothes
She rubbed the shirt on her face and then put it down next to her. She stood up and started to pull off her shirt
"No, no, no! Oh, my God.Oh, my God." We all yelled
"See over there? - That's the bathroom.Privacy.Get it?" Mike said
I picked up the clothes and walked with her to the bathroom. I smiled at her and handed the clothes. She took them from me and I started to close the door.
She stopped it with her hand before it shut. "You don't want it closed?" I asked
"No." She said quietly
"Oh, so you can speak. Okay, well Um, how about we just keep the door just like this.- Is that better?" I asked leaving it about 3 inches open (3 INCHES. ok sorry)
"Yes" she said and I smiled at her before walking away
"This is mental." Dustin said
"At least she can talk." Mike said
"She said "no" and "yes." Your three-year-old sister says more." Lucas said
"She tried to get naked." Dustin said
"There's something seriously wrong with her.- Like, wrong in the head." Lucas said
"Hey!" I snapped
"She just went like..." Dustin said and did a motion of her taking off her shirt
"I bet she escaped from Pennhurst." Lucas said
"From where?" I asked
"The nuthouse in Kerley County." Lucas said
"You got a lot of family there?" Dustin said with a smile
"Bite me. Seriously though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she's so crazy." Lucas said
"Why she went like..." Dustin said and did the motion again
"She's an escapee is the point. She's probably a psycho." Lucas said
"Like Michael Myers" Dustin said
"Exactly!" Lucas yelled
"We should've never brought her here." Dustin said
"So you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?" Mike asked
"Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem." Lucas said
"I think we should tell your mom." Dustin said
"I second that." Lucas exclaimed
"Who's crazy now?" Mike said
"How is that crazy?" Lucas asked
''Cause, we weren't supposed to be out tonight, remember?" I said
"So?"
"So if I tell my mom and she tells your mom and your mom" Mike said
"Oh, man." Dustin said
"Our houses become Alcatraz." Lucas realized
'Exactly." Mike said "We'll never find Will."
"All right, here's the plan." I started "I'll bring her to my house and she'll sleep in the basement"
"What?!" Lucas yelled
"Just listen! In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We'll be totally in the clear."
"And tomorrow night, we go back out.And this time, we find Will." Mike said
"Exactly" I said
"Mike, tell your mom I felt sick so I went home" I said and walked over to the girl "Follow me okay?"
She nodded and stood up. I grabbed her hand and we left the Wheeler's. My house was not far so it didn't take long to get there. I opened the door to the basement and started to grab blankets. I built a little fort for her and gave her a sleeping bag and a pillow.
"Hey, um, I never asked your name." I said. She didn't answer me. I looked at her wrist and saw 011 written on it like a tattoo
"Is that real?" I asked bringing my hand towards her wrist. She pulled away. "Sorry, I've just never seen a kid with a tattoo before. What's it mean? Eleven? Is that your name?"
She pointed to herself and said "Eleven."
"Okay. Um, well, my name's Y/n, but sometimes the boys call me Y/n/n. Maybe we can call you "El." Short for Eleven."
She nodded and I smiled "Um, well, okay. Night, El."I said
"Night, Y/n/n." she said and I went upstairs to sleep.
