"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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22 years ago...
"My daughter!"
"Somebody , any body! Please help!"
"My daughter is gone!"
Two blocks down the street from the park where a mother desperately cried for help to find her missing child, parked a black SUV with a woman of power and authority patiently waiting for feedback on the job she requested to be done "do you have her?" she asked when the passenger door opened. It was a bright day outside, people going about minding their own business. Couples laughing as they walked down the side walk; fingers woven together. "yes I do." the tall dark-skinned man replied as he looked down at the bundle in his arms. For a moment, he felt a tug at his heart; the thought of handing her over. But he had to do it if he wanted to stay alive to take care of his family. His cold grey eyes stared back at the little girl who was already looking up at him, her forehead scrunching up at the sight of his face, tears welling up at the corners of her double colored eyes threatening to spill the moment she opened her mouth. It was probably because of the huge scar on his face that run down from his left eye to his chin. "oh don't cry" he wanted to say but closed his mouth when the old woman turned towards him shooting him a glare. "I did not pay you to grab her and stare at her. Give her to me and leave, her new family is waiting." her cold voice broke the silence. Being in the dark made it hard to see her.
And as it were, the beautiful brown-green eyed baby never felt the loving arms of her mother.
