The Quiet Ones

Sweet Baby Girl

( Sebastian P.O.V )

"Hey there babe, how's your day been without me? I bet you've missed your papi chulo huh (handsome daddy.)?"

"Yes daddy"

"I've missed you too babydoll, Daddy thought about you while he was away".

Now I know what you're thinking, why are you referring to yourself in a third persons view.

Well.......because I can.

Anyway meet Perla, my baby girl, and she is my 3 year old precious.

And no for your information I didn't knock up some girl 3 years ago and she left the baby with me.

See my life has never been perfect. Not after my dad left when I was 12 ,which was perfect timing, when my little sister was born.

My father was a businessman. Drank, slept, breathed his job. At work or out on outings he was a perfectly fine man, but when the time came we were Robbed at home, its a different story for another time. He became an abusive gambling alcoholic son of a bi-YOU probably get my gist.

Beating my mother, at times even down to a pulp, was his drunkin hobby. Me being the coward I was I didn't do a thing to stop it. It all continued until the day that I turned 12. On that day the most horrifying, and yet the most amazing thing occurred. Early in the mornings agonizing screams of my mother occurred as usual, such a sad thing to say right? It isn't something anyone should be have to say. But later on in the day my sperm donar supposedly to be called my father was arrested. Finally riddanced from our lives for good. The company he worked at found out that he was stealing money for his gambling issues. The press found out and fired him, him being the crazy now known man, he then had made a huge ruckus at the press, causing them to give a call to the police, and right when they arrived he gave them a huge chase and sadly lost them. 2 weeks later the police found out where we lived and right in the middle of my beating they bursted through the doors, just like my tears of joy when I saw them pulling him away for good. Later on that day my mother gave me the news of her pregnancy and from that day on I promised to protected them with all my life.

What does all of that have to do with my precious? Well two and something years later, after the event occurred let's say around 3 years ago 4 to be exact on the coming September 12, I was wondering around in an alleyway, due to a nightmare that I was having, and heard a baby's cry. I followed the sound and when I did a couple of feet away I saw a very panicked person crouched down whispering towards a box with a hushed harsh voice. I quietly and quickly hid behind a few trash cans.

I was very clumsy when I was young, and a few moments later I tripped on myself and crashed into the can behind me. The person got up looked at my direction and went running the other, leaving the box behind. I quickly went to investigate once the person was out of sight. What I saw angered me very much so.

A baby.

Who in tarnation would Leave a baby,in box in, an alleyway. I saw there were papers in the box as well. When I took them out I found out the where the paperworks for the little girl, which was my guess due to the fact that it was wrapped around in a pink blanket. When I first layed eyes on her I instantly fell in love. I took the baby and went straight home.

Telling my mom about the situation I just witnessed and showing her the baby I knew she too fell in love, but she had sadness in her eyes.