The sky was dark.
Not the darkness of a moonless night, but the one of secrets.
A cool wind blew from the east, ready to caress the skin like a mistress.
The streets were full, packed like a rabbit mama's warren.
People, walked around, cheering and laughing, talking and joking around like it was New year.
Which it was.
30 December, 11:50 pm. Only ten minutes from the new year.
The city was already in full swing, parties raging around at clubs,bars and restaurants.
For what's better than a new year?
A chance to say goodbye to the past and meet the future with its endless possibilities.
New year was a time for new dreams,new goals and New year Kisses.
But, on that night, something was a foot and it wasn't just the tramps in the alleys, nor the drunks or partying teens and beans.
No, that night, something special was happening.
For a special lady and her special brood.
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A rustic old three story orphanage, with a dilapidated steel fence, rusty iron gate and a smell of broken and dead intentions.
It has charm, a woman thought, as she looked at the orphanage.
She was a tall, beautiful, bustful ebony woman. She wore a light rose floral dress, with a tiara in her grey black hair and had an air of calm, fearful determination in her eyes.
She stood infront of the gate, her eyes determined, but her body hesitant.
Just go in, she told herself, go in... and take them back.
Her hand reached up and grabbed the gate, gripping it with an iron grip and pulling it open.
"There. It's open." She breathed out heavily, her eyes hard and biting her lower lip.
She couldn't back down, not now!
The woman gripped the sides of her dress, which was more of a gown than anything, and started walking to the door.
Her fair skin was illuminated by the lights on the road to the orphanage, her grey black hair was graced to show it's glittering hairstyle and her pink heels glistened like they were just bought.
The woman reached the door, her heart in her throat and her resolve like a house of stone.
Knock! knock!
....
Huh?
KNOCK! KNOCK!
She knocked harder, practically bashing a fist onto the door.
"Yes! I'm coming!" A voice inside shouted.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"For goodness sake! I said I was- You!?" The person, a young blonde woman, gasped when she saw the ebony woman.
"What are you-hey! You can't just barge in here!" The blonde shouted as the ebony woman pushed her aside and stormed into the orphanage.
Without hesitation, she started walking down the corridors, going to place she never thought she'd see again.
A place she swore she'd die before going to.
Well, this was a new year. The past could fuck itself for all she cared!
The ebony woman reached an office door, and with the same conviction, opened it and stormed inside.
"What on Earth?" A middle-aged man got out from his chair as the woman got in unannounced and rudely.
"I'm sorry Mr Antonio, she just shoved me out of the way and raced here." The blonde woman gasped as she went into the office too.
The middle-aged man was tall, with curly grey hair and a charming beard. He was a handsome man, with a strong Hispanic accent, despite growing up and studying in Britain.
Mr Antonio looked at the ebony woman, taking in her attire and the hard look in her eyes. He sighed as he got back into his seat and waved the blonde woman out.
"Misses Watterson, You do know that your father and I are good friends, but even I can't give you-"
"I left"
"- your little - wait! What!? Madam did what?" Antonio's accent deepened as he looked at Miss Watterson with wide eyes.
As he should. Because if she was implying what he thought she was implying, then she had commited something akin to suicide.
"I left the party, I left Mam, and my father in his office. It's over, Anty, they are done with me and dead to me." Miss Watterson said, "Don't beg me to go back. I beg you not to...for I might, and forever hate myself. Please."
For a full minute Antonio said nothing, just looked at her, his eyes flashing so many emotions at once.
Finally he spoke,"Did you slap him?"
Miss Watterson gave a smirk of a woman, her head proud and eyes smug and pure.
"You know me. Would I have done anything else?" She said with pride.
"Haha, my Black Rose. You truly did leave." Antonio shook his head, as if his life has just flopped from her words alone.
"Yes. I did. I left and walked straight here. Anty...I want them back. I want them all back." She said, with a bit of moisture in her eyes but a fierce set of her shoulders.
She looks like she's ready to kill, Antonio thought bemused.
"Are you sure? Nicholas is already 4 years." Antonio said," Natasha and Nikolai are three years, Nikki just turned one and...it's been barely a month since Nicole. Are you sure?"
Misses Watterson, Vivian Androsia Antoinette Watterson, took a deep breath and spoke," I want my babies back."
The clock struck twelve pm.
It was officially New year.