Hello my new and old readers. I'm so glad you like the story. So I'm giving you the next-a little longer-chapter now.
I slowly unwrapped the blanket from around the baby and let it fall on the floor. I gasped when I saw the state of it.
The clothes were simple, dirty and too small. What I could see of the exposed skin was dirty too. And the smell….No wonder the baby was screaming her lunges out before. I'm surprised it stopped now.
As if on cue it started crying again and I started towards the bathroom. Because I needed to start somewhere and it looked like the baby hasn't been washer or changed for at least a week.
I really need to stop referring to the baby as an it. I thought as I entered the bathroom.
I looked towards the bathtub but quickly discharged the thought because putting a small baby in there can't end good. So I decided that it would be safer if I go with the sink.
As I carefully relived it of its dirty clothing I could see that it was a she.
She flicked her eyes and quieted down as the last layer of her disgusting clothing hit the floor.
Careful not to drop her I stepped over the mess and closer to the sink.
What did my mother say again? I thought, trying to remember all of her lectures I got while I saw her wash Max and Izzy when they were younger. Careful to keep the head up, right!? I held her in one hand while I turned the water on. And water can't be too cold or too warm. I tried to remember more helpful facts while I slowly and carefully put her in the water.
I didn't let her go but rather decided to hold her while washing all the layers of dirt and everything else off her. Remembering that that was what Maryse did when Max was really young.
I didn't know how old she was but I'm not going to risk it.
She flinched when her skin came in contact with the water and started crying again.
"Its fine. Don't cry. It will make you feel better." I said in a soothing voice making her turn quite after a minute.
After some time and a lot of soap I was finally able to see her skin clearly. And I also saw that her hair isn't brown like I first thought but blond. Long blond-probably silky hair-with light brown ears on top.
"Well hello there princess." I smiled at her, bringing her out of the-now very dirty water-and wrapping a towel around her. "Nice to finally see you."
She giggled when I passed a hand over her ears and tried to grab my fingers.
"How can I hold you if you have my hand?" I asked her laughing as I exited the bathroom.
While I was washing her I noticed that I could see and count all of her ribs at how skinny she is.
Did they feed her at all?! I thought, starting to get angry at all of this.
As I was walking towards the kitchen something caught my eye and I stopped to look at it closer.
An envelope that guy handed me. I thought recognizing it. I took it off of the coffee table and sat down, opening it with a free hand, holding her tightly in the other.
When I opened it I started reading. Hoping to get some kind of explanation out of it.
Dear Mister Bane
I know we don't know each other but I would really like it if you would take my daughter or at least found a good home for her. She is…different and when I seeked help I heard that you might be able to help. Because I can't bear to look at her and remember what monster her father and maybe even she are.
She just turned three months old yesterday and is still nameless. I know it makes me a bad mother but I just couldn't. And I still can't. So please take care of her because otherwise I fear I will do something I will regret.
I know you must think me awful now while reading this but in high sight I'm doing this because there is still that little part of me that loves here. And I know I can't give her a life she needs. So I am pleading you now. Please don't go looking for me and find a good and secure home for her.
Thank you.
I stared at the paper for a few more seconds after I read it. Feeling like this is some kind of a joke.
She doesn't even have a name! I thought throwing the paper angrily back at the table.
The sudden movement made her start crying again.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said quickly. I got up and cradled her but it didn't help.
Food! I thought. She needs food.
I practically ran to the kitchen and started looking through the cupboards. Why don't we have any baby food?! I thought furiously before stopping. Of course we don't have any! We don't have a baby! I forgot again that I'm not in The Institute anymore. I thought with a sigh.
I remembered that at The Institute there was always some while Max was younger. I pushed the thought of Max back because now wasn't the right time for that.
I looked at the crying baby in my arms and cradled her, trying to calm her down a little.
"Shhh…" I whispered calmly. "No need to cry. I'll find you some food, I promise."
I bended down a little and kissed her forehead like I did so many times with Max.
I found that thinking about Max like this brought only happy memories. Of when he was a little baby and I needed to babysit him. He was so cute then.
I was incredibly grateful for the experience that got me. I will definitely need it now.
With that thought in mind I went to the living room and took the first blanket I could find. It was bigger than the one she was wrapped in before but I was able to tuck her safely inside-careful to cover her head so the ears aren't noticeable-and taking my keys and some money I went outside. Heading for the nearest store that had baby supplies.
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