SOULMATES

7

Anger pov

I pulled up to the nearest orphanage i could find. As i got out i fixed my hoodie and quickly walked into the building.

As i walked in there it was immediately shocking how fuckin dirty this place looked. Posters on the walls that were pealing off, chairs near the doors with looks like to me has piss stains on em.

I went over to the lady at the desk. She's exactly what your thinking, White, mid 40s with a attitude on her face. Glasses falling off her oily nose and her hair wrapped up in a sloppy bun that looks like she sprays dry shampoo on it every fuckin morning.

"What." She snapped while looking at me for a split second before going back to her computer.

I smacked my lips and shook my head with a smirk, Cuz she not talkin to me.

"I have a question for your manager or for whoever is in charge." I replied in the nicest way possible.

She chuckled and took her glasses off. "For what sir?" she crossed her fingers together and decided to look up and give me full attention.

I glared at her and leaned in. "Are you fuckin in charge?" with a little base in my throat, i couldn't help it. This bitch is already gettin on my nerves.

She stared at me for a couple seconds before tapping some buttons on the telephone. I stood there in the same spot, staring dead in her face.

"Uh yea there's a man here claiming he wants to talk to a manager...i know like this is some type of restaurant or something."

As she kept talkin shit on the phone i snatched that shit from her ear and snatched it off her desk. She jumped and all of the sudden looked startled.

"What's WRONG with you?!" She gasped in shock.

"Bitch ill fuckin kill you and throw ya old white ass in the river. Watch who the fuck you talkin to." I slammed the phone back on her desk and a man soon opened the door in the back.

"Excuse me is everything alright?" The man asked.

"No cuz ya bitch ass desk slave about to get ha shit rocked if she don't fix ha fuckin attitude." I snapped while pulling my pants up and walking up to him.

"T-this way sir." he replied.

We walked in the back and he took me into his office. He sat at his desk. The room smelled like fuckin feet.

"So what brings you here? You know i don't usually bring anyone back here but you seemed pretty upse-"

"Listen im not here for no conversation. That bitch ass white lady almost got her shit knocked out her ass, you need to hire a new motha fucka up in that bitch foreal."

I ain't gonna lie that shit really pissed me off, ion got time for no crazy ass Karens' to be fuckin with me. Ion know about y'all but i ain't the type to pull out a phone and record some nasty ass attitude. I'll beat any livin thing that disrespects me.

"Anyways. I came here cuz there were 3 children that showed up to my house. don't no one know where the fuck i live, they escaped this hell hole after lookin through ya files or some shit, which ion know how that's even possible that no one workin here realized there were 3 children fuckin missin."

"Who were the 3 childeren?" He asked.

I stared at him with a cold stare. He really didn't know there's 3 children missing.

"Their names are Kamanii, Sayore, and Nazel. 15, 8 and 4 i think."

He looked on his computer while biting his bottom lip. I examined him and he's one of them creepy short men with a bald head. His shirt looks like he never washed it. Spilling the same coffee on the same spot each time he took a fuckin sip. His office was humid and there's no pictures of any types of friends or family. This shit is weird as hell...i can see why they left.

"Ah yes, those kids. Unfortunately once they step foot off this property there's nothing we can do for them. Sorry."

"Okay but can you take them back?" I asked. Even though i made up a mental decision that these kids are never coming back here.

"Oh yes we would love them to return. This is very upsetting to the care givers of the facility. We did not expect this to happen." He replied.

I scrunched my face up. "Nigga is you fuckin wit me? You think this some type of joke? These are children that YOU were supposed to care for. This shitty ass place is a livin hell. You bitches are weird."

"Sir imma have to ask you to leave." He stood up, pointing at the door.

"Give me all their fuckin papers." I stood up as well.

"I'm sorry i can't give you that personal-"

I pulled my gun out, pointing it at his head. "Give me their fucking PAPERS!" I yelled.

Without hesitation he immediately went into his drawer, fiddling with papers and folders. Once i'm assuming he found then he handed them to me, shaking.

I snatched them from him and looked to see if all 3 folders were the correct ones. After confirming i opened the door and left.