Chapter 1 - Part I
"Oh no, Lisa! If it wasn't for the fact that I was up watching my fave hotties on Netflix, I wouldn't have even picked up your call, let alone stay up to talk to you."
My best friend stopped for a moment, and I distinctly heard the crunching sound of the chips she had stuffed her mouth with.
"By the way..." Another pause, "What the hell do you think you are doing all alone at the streets a fucking four in the morning?! Don't you know that there are bad, bad people that can harm my little baby?!"
I rolled my eyes, "I am not a baby Allie, and I told you the reason three times, already."
"My apologies, really, for being concerned for my best friend." She said, sarcastically, and I could imagine her rolling her eyes while balancing the phone between her head and her shoulder and using her two gifted hands - one of which should be holding the phone - to eat the chips. I could, again, hear the crunching sounds in between, even when she was speaking.
This woman, I swear!
"What if you come across those awful, terrible people that roam around the city at night like zombies who would eat you up?" There she goes. "Do you think a handsome, charming man would come to your rescue and then you two would instantly fall in love with each other? Do you think he would be hot? Rich? Damn! What if he is like Christian Grey?! He would take you to his playroom-"
"Oh shut up, Alexandria! I know you are a freaking editor but you need to keep the things that cook up in your brain from coming out of your mouth! And please, I am not a desperate virgin to go after a hot guy who just wants a hard fuck! I want more..." I tried to search for the right word, "Substance."
"Well, then, I think I come in the category of desperate virgins. But Hey! I'm not a virgin. Wait! You changed the topic!" She said in an accusing tone, "Now tell me again! Is something wrong with your biological clock that you forgot that it's more than four hours past bedtime?"
Remind me why was she my best friend, again?
I rolled my eyes, "No, nothing's wrong with my biological clock, Allie. I told you, I got locked in the office."
"But who the hell gets locked into her own office? Where was the security in charge?"
"I don't know, there was no one when I came outside. Wherever he was, it took him long anyway." I sighed and kicked a stone on the pavement. The road was eerily silent with no sign of life around me. The whole city seemed to be asleep, leaving the advertisement boards and the street lights as the only source of light for me.
"Yeah, he looked a bit constipated in the evening when I saw him. Seriously, but what you were doing for so long in there? I mean, your shift ends at five, right?"
"Oh, it's all because of Larissa. You know her, that bitch. Since she has become the Head Editor of our publishing company, she has been flying castles in the air and now she has taken a nearly year long vacation from work." I scoffed. "Being her assistant, I have to take up all of her job at editing and other publishing stuff she did. I don't know how but she somehow managed to fuck up everything in the company. The moment she's gone, I'm the one handling it. It's been freaking five months and I still haven't been able to to sort the shit out! She isn't even sending someone for assistance! And the worst thing is, since she has married into the Powers family, she thinks she is some kind of a queen and she keeps bitching around, ordering me and provoking me all the damn time! With Larissa around, I almost feel the desperation to learn the art of voodoo, and now that she's not around- Hey! Allie! You there?"
I groaned. No wonder, I was wondering why she hadn't started interrupting me to talk about Larissa's hot husband, Terrence Powers, because I remembered her crushing on him ever since she saw him for the first time.
She bloody fell asleep while talking to me! I hoped that her face fell right into the popcorn bowl and got stuck right into it!
I hung up and sighed. Now there was absolutely no one to keep me company while I walked down the lonely street. To be honest, I liked the silence that was surrounding me, soothing and comforting. I heard the rustling sound of the trees, the chirping of crickets and the wailing of babies, and —
—Wait!?
Wailing of babies!? But there was no one other than me around. I focused, trying to find in which direction the source of the wails was, walking towards it as I could hear the clicking of my heels at the pavement. I walked as fast as I could, my heart thumping in my chest.
Surely the babies would have their mother with them, right?
Still, I felt like I had to go to them, to see if they were alright. I blindly entered an alleyway, not caring where I was going. Panic rose in me, as my brain conjured up all the images that I couldn't imagine happening to the babies.
Oh god! I hoped that I wasn't too late.
I was nearly running when I felt that the wails were closer than ever, but still there was not a single living being in sight. I looked around for any clue, and I paled when I found the only thing around me that could hold a baby. Anger, fear, anxiety bubbled up in my chest as I ran towards it, feeling the source of the voices come closer.
It was a dumpster.
No! No! No! No! No! Let the cries be only my stupid hallucinations! Please! No one could be that vile to throw innocent babies in a dumpster, right?
Right?
A sob built up in my chest as I pushed its lid open, to find nothing but stinky trash and a big box inside. The cries had quietened by now, but I opened the box anyway, only to find two pairs of blue, shiny orbs staring at me with innocence.
Oh my! They were so beautiful!
The sob that had lodged itself in my throat had now escaped as tears pooled in my eyes. I immediately threw the lid and took the box out of the dumpster, taking my emergency shawl out of the handbag that I kept for whenever I felt cold.
They were two blue eyed angels, a boy and a girl, looking at me, even though I very well knew they were not able to see my properly. They were so beautiful, their orbs shimmering in the only source of light, and their mouths open in a silent cry. They were not even a day old, probably not even an hour.
Wondering how I knew that?
They had those tags intact, the ones that held their weight and other details, but somehow these ones didn't have information of their parents. It made me sure that the babies were not lost and were dumped purposely; the one that did thought that they would die anyway if they weren't found. This was the lowest any person could go, dumping innocent babies.
Even if I felt like the babies were left here with the intention of someone else finding the,.
The babies were, fortunately, healthy. A friend of mine was a doctor, and watching her do this stuff was helping me now with being careful about the things I should do.
The babies had me captivated in their gaze as they looked at me with something that resembled probably hope: hope that they would be fed and taken care of. They could feel my presence, and I hope that it was the only thing that calmed them down. Their eyes were drooping now, and even though a part of me didn't want them to fall asleep hungry, fearing for their life, I knew I was helpless.
The tears steadily ran down my face now.
How could someone be so heartless?
I held up the little girl - I wrapped half of the shawl around her and held her in the crook of my arm. I then held up the boy, managing to wrap the other half around him so that both were equally sharing my shawl and were resting in the crooks of my arms, snuggling into my chest as they closed their eyes, completely.
I sniffed; my heart was hurting for them as I felt the need to protect them more and more with each passing instant. There was no choice or seconds thoughts on what I was going to do with them:
I am going to take them home.
I walked back home, guessing it was now around five in the morning so I sat on the porch of Mason's House, which was just one street away from mine. No, he was not my boyfriend or something, nor was I remotely interested in him. He was a total douche and that wasn't me being judgemental here. He had absolutely nothing out of of place in his life. A perfect, rich family, a perfect job in the police department, good looks, nice house and stuff like that.
But, he was a dick.
At least, he took his job seriously and that was why I was here, sitting on his porch, gazing down at the two little bundles snuggled peacefully in my sore arms. I desperately needed his help in this situation where I had absolutely no idea what to do. So I did the first thing I could think of.
Report a police officer.
I knew that his night shift ended at this time, so he would be back here any minute. And speaking of the devil, I heard the noise his Jeep's engine made as he entered the driveway.
I held the babies tighter to me as he stepped out of his Jeep, his eyes immediately falling on me. Confusion marred his features, which was soon replaced by his charming grin. I stood up and walked over to him. Before he could even mumble a greeting, I blurted, "I need your help, Mason."
A frown etched into his features at my words but it was soon replaced, this time with shock, as his eyes fell on the two cuddled up infants in my arms.
"Come in," was all he said as he walked towards the door and opened it. He walked inside the house with me trailing behind him, my tears threatening to spill out, again. As soon as I entered the living room, I spotted the couch and carefully placed the two babies there and arranged the cushions around them so that they wouldn't fall off it.
He offered me a cup of coffee but I refused because my nerves were already too damn high. I narrated him how I found the both of them and he listened to me, sipping his coffee from his mug in between. When I was finished ranting out the curses which I wished to throw at the person behind the condition of the babies, I found him staring at his mug, looking deep in thought.
"Look, Alyssa," he started, "There isn't much we can do, here. We will do our best to find the parents, but we wouldn't be able to do anything if the both of them are actually unwanted. There is one thing we can do for sure is to take them to an orphanage and ensure that they are provided for well. But you still have the option to keep them if you want to."
You still have the option to keep them if you want to.
Was sending them to an orphanage a good idea? I didn't know. I knew that I wanted to burn the epitome of cruelty in the deepest pits of hell. My maternal instincts had kicked in, and I wanted to be the one to ensure they were safe and well fed.
I didn't have to think twice before saying:
"I think I will keep them with me."
I picked up the twins and rested them in the crook of my arms, comfortably, ready to run out of the door.
"I thought so too. Well, that's good then?" He said, his charming grin returning.
"Thank you so much, Mason, for helping me out. I think I should go now, to a hospital to see what I can feed them." I said nervously and turned, ready to ignore what he was just about to say.
"You owe me a date, Reynolds!"