Chapter 32
EVELYNNE
I woke up later in the day. After taking a quick shower I wore a pink soft knee length dress that
had puffed shoulders and a delicate lace fabric woven to ruffles. To match the dress I tied my
hair into a neat ponytail then tied a bow in front of it. I apply a nude shade of lipstick.
Mom must've left early today because I woke up at 12 pm. The house was clean though, there
was a note attached to the fridge.
'Hi baby, I left for work early today my love, sorry I couldn't see you. You were sleeping so
peacefully my angel. I made chicken pasta, you can have that for breakfast, if that rapist or his
co-worker bothers you, tell me and I'll kill them for you, only if you ask. I'll find a better school for
you okay. Love you. '
I wonder though, would mom actually kill for me if I asked her too. Sounds tempting but we're
not some rich and powerful mafia leaders that we'll murder someone and get away with it.
Maybe if we were she'd do it and we wouldn't get caught. Pushing the thought aside I dish up a
bowl of chicken pasta and eat quickly.
After eating I lock the door and keep the house keys in my bag. The street is busy, people
walking around everywhere. I take the street leading to the children's park. The sky is clear, the
sun radiating warmth.
Finally I was at the park, there were parents and children playing in the park. I sat on a bench. I
watched as the kids played in the park carefree with their parents watching after them. On the
swing was a boy who looked like a 7 year old, he was swinging slowly with a sad smile on his
face.
A girl who looked maybe around the age of 4 or 5 went to the swing where the boy was. The girl
wore a purple dress with butterfly clips on her hair. She was chubby, cute and had an innocent
smile on her face. As the little boy saw the girl his sad smile lit up, no longer sad and gloomy but
pure with joy. When the girl looked at him he put on a gloomy and strict face.
The girl ignored his bitter face and hugged him. Her lips were moving, she was probably saying
something to him. The scene was cute so I stood up and approached them in order to hear their
conversation. I stood a few steps away to avoid startling them.
"Why are you always grumpy Xayan? Don't you know that I love you, I love you very much. "
Xayan, "stop being so clingy Meera, leave me. "
Meera looked at him, bending her head to look up at him.
"What should I do to get you to say you love me?"
Xayan, "kiss me. "
Meera, "but mom and dad said we shouldn't kiss. They said it was bad. "
Xayan, "go to your mom and dad then. You don't love me. "
The boy pushed her away and crossed his arms against his chest looking away from the little
girl. This manipulative little boy, very smart. At his age, he wants a kiss, naughty.
The little girl looked around, probably searching for her parents then she looked back at the boy.
She put her hand beneath his chin forcing him to face her.
When she succeeded she smiled at him innocently then she took the boys hand and put it
on her waist.
"I saw mom doing this to dad yesterday, I wanted to try it on you. "
She took his other hand and placed it on her waist then she wrapped her arms around his
neck. She slowly gets on her tippy toes to reach his height, she kisses his left cheek, then
his right cheek, then his chin, his forehead, his nose, each motion really slow, gentle and
affectionate then she stops at his lips. They look each other in the eye. From behind I hear
footsteps, two couples are approaching with smiles on their faces. If they're the parents of these
two they'll get in trouble.
Seeing as I'm closest to them I rush to their side and break them apart. Xayan is about to lash
at me but I signal that their parents are behind me. Meera is blushing like a tomato looking at
me.
"Kids, do you want me to push you on the swing? I noticed you struggling to push yourselves on
the swing, let me help you, okay. "
The parents come over to my side. I shift my attention to them calmly and smile at them.
"Hi, are you the parents of these lovely children?"
"Yes, why? Did they do something naughty ?" the man wearing a yellow shirt standing next to
the lady wearing an orange floral dress spoke
"no, they're lovely, they were playing and struggling to push themselves on the swing so I came
to help. "
"We're sorry dear, you had to attend to them. " the lady wearing purple responded.
Evelynne, "ooh no. In fact, can you please let me play with them? I don't have any siblings and I
came here for fresh air, I have nothing to do so it's okay. "
I turned back to the kids and kneeled down to their height then hugged them.
"You guys should be careful, okay. If someone else saw you, you'd be in trouble. "
Xayan, "thank you lady. "
"cute relationship you guys have going."
Xayan, "she's mine! "
I broke free from the embrace and smiled at them, waving them goodbye. The parents looked at
me kindly.
"I'm Amaira, Meera's mother and this is David, his father. You seem to be good with kids. Uhm
we're looking for a nanny who will take care of Xayan and Meera and they seem to like you.Can
you be their nanny. "
David, "you can't just hire someone you find randomly at a park, what if she's a child trafficker. "
"I'd have taken your kids already if I was one, you spent 25 minutes away from them, that would
have been enough time for me to bribe them to come with me to get ice cream then I'd have
kidnapped them, so I'm not a trafficker sir. Besides, I'm only 15 years old."
Ryan, "well about maybe 25 years ago there was a mafia lord, female, that woman was
dangerous, not even a woman, maybe she was 16 or 17 and would you believe how powerful
she was, police couldn't even hold her captive. "
Evelynne, "interesting. How do you even know her? Aren't mafia supposed to be secretive or
something. "
The man laughed at my statement. The two kids stood next to their parent's looking at me with
pleading eyes.
Evelynne, "okay I'll ask my mom then I'll get back to you. "
Mr. Amaira gave me a card with her number on it then they left with the kids. Aren't they two
lucky kids, they have a complete family and a love story blooming from such a young age. It's
beautiful actually. The cry of a baby caught my attention. I looked around the park but no one
was holding a baby. The cries of the baby were distant and they didn't stop.
I followed the sound of the cries and they got louder as I went into the trees that were behind
the park. The park had an array of trees that looked more like let's say a little forest.
I followed the noise of the baby until I got to a dustbin that was in the middle of this little forest.
The cry seemed to be coming from there. I looked around and there was no one, I peeked into
the dustbin and inside was a baby crying its lungs out, it was wrapped in a ugly blue blanket.
Looking at the baby it definitely wasn't a new born baby, new born babies were wrinkly, small
and ugly like old people trapped in a baby's body. This baby looked a little older, maybe 11
months or something. It was still small though, it had chestnut skin, it looked delicate and soft,
it's either the baby was colored or black. He looked beautiful.
Gently, I took the baby in my arms when something sharp cut me. I turn the baby around only to
find a shard of glass pricked at his back. Maybe that's why he's crying. I remove the glass and
throw it in the dustbin. What kind of cruel mother would abandon her child like this, that too in
the middle of such a secluded place. There are orphanages for a reason you know.
The more I looked at the crying baby, the more my heart swelled. It feels like some sort of
enchanting spell, hypnosis, like every cry coming out of the baby's lungs created some dark
spell on me. I smiled at the baby.
"my obsession."
I walked back home, my gaze stuck on the innocent baby. I'll accept the job they offered me. I'll
take care of you baby, you're mine now. Mine to keep, mine to protect, only mine and I will
destroy anyone who will bring tears to your innocent eyes. I'll be your mother, you'll be safe with
me.
When I get home, mom is already there in the living room on a call. I approach her quietly,
thankfully the baby in my arms asleep.
"I dare you Nicholas to tell the mafia about Evelynne's existence. I will end you. I don't care who
the hell you are to me but if you put my daughter in danger I'll fuckin end you. "
The person on the call speaks but I can't hear him, only mom.
""Wait till I get my hands on you, I'll kill you! "
Mom throws her phone at the wall and it bounces to the floor, it falls down seemingly unharmed.
When mom turns around she sees me and blinks twice then smiles at me. I
ignore the conversation she just had with whoever she was talking to and show her the baby.
"Mom, I want to adopt him. "
Her eyebrows furrow then she looks at the baby in my arms.
"adopt? Who's he? Who's child is he? "
"He's my son now, I want to adopt him. "
"no Lyn. We can't afford to take care of a child, that too that's not yours. We can go to a foster
home and find a family. "
"no! "
"What do you mean no? "
"I found him, he's mine, my son. I found him he's my child. Now I'm not giving him up. If you
take my baby away I'll kill you, I'll kill you and anyone who dares take her away. And if anyone
kills my son I'll kill them then kill myself as well but no one is going to take my son away from
me. If you try to take my son away from me mother I'll kill you. "
I turn away from her and run back to my room with the baby in my arms.
EVANORA
I've never seen Lyn so hyped up about something. Luckily, the baby in her arms was luckily
asleep. It looks like it's 12 months old but where did she get the baby? I felt myself smile a bit.
She's
never stood up to anyone and today she did for the baby she came with. She threatened to kill
me to protect the baby. That's definitely a first.
If this child can bring the fire in her it just might be enough darkness to keep herself safe and
protected from the world we belong too. I go to her room and find her staring at the child on her
bed but the look on her face is distant, dark. It's a side of her I've never seen, like the sweet little
girl I know disappeared.
"baby. "
"what! "
"You can keep him, I'll help you raise him. If it makes you happy. "
She looks at me then her attention goes back to the child. She lays slowly next to the sleeping
child and pats him gently in a repeated rhythm.
"You hear that love, you're mine now. Mom will keep us. Nothing and no one will take you away
baby. "