~Stella's pov~

The man looked at me and gave me the 'evil look'.

"This little brat needs to be feed! She won't shut up, and the older girl is her sister and is too young to feed her" he looked over at the older girl.

"Thirteen, right?" he asked her, she looked at him in fear, "Y-Yeah."

He turned back to me.

"That's what I need you for," he said as he walked over to me, and started to lift my shirt up.

"What about their mom?" I asked looking at him in a shocked face. I can't feed this baby I don't even know.

"Their mom is dead," he said looking me straight in the eye.

The little girl spoke up, "M-my mom is dead?" she asked as a tear fell down her face.

"Yeah and so is your dad!" he screamed then looked back at me. As he unlatched my bra, he snatched the baby out of the girls arms. She looked up at him.

"Please be careful with her," she said more tears streaming down her face. The man looked at the screaming baby.

"Shut it up!" he said as he threw her down on me.

"Feed her!" he demanded. I held the baby with the arm that was not chained; the baby wouldn't stop crying.

"She doesn't know me, how I am supposed to feed her?" I demanded louder then intended.

"Just feed her or I will kill her," the older girl looked up at me.

"Please-Please she's hungry," she said between sobs.

I held the baby up to me and she surprisingly started suckling away. The man walked into his office and left the two girls and me out here.

~Jennifer's pov~

I do not even know this girl but she just saved my baby sisters life.

"Who are you?" she whispered to me.

"My name is Jennifer, and that's my baby sister Mikayla."

"my name is Stella I'm a cop. I'll get us out of here, where did he take you from?" she asked me.

"A store; my parents were putting groceries in the trunk of our car while I was putting Mikayla in her car seat. Then, I heard gun shots."

"Ok, that's where he took me too, I was there investigating the shots you heard."

"Are my parents really d-dead?" I asked her.

"Well we found a male with brown hair and a female with brown hair by a red ford explorer. there was a car seat in the back seat," she told me.

"T-That's my p-parents," I said as tears were pouring out of her eyes.

"It's ok," she said soothingly. I could tell she wasn't used to calming down kids.

"I grew up in an orphanage. I never knew who my parents were and I still don't," she said as she looked down at the baby, who stopped eating.

"She needs to be b-burped," I said as I held out my arm that was not chained and took Mikayla. Stella put her shirt Back on as I burped Mikayla.

"Thanks," I said to her.

"No problem," she said.

"Do you have any kids?" I asked as Mikayla burped in my ear.

"No, I don't have a family," she said looking down at the ground; I did not have a family know either.

"My parents didn't have siblings, their parents are dead, so I don't have a family either well besides Mikayla. I'm going to have to raise her myself aren't I?" I asked Stella.

"Well, since you don't have any relatives you will be living in a foster home until you get adopted," Stella said looking me straight in the eye.

Just then, the man came out again. He tore Mikayla out of my hands and she instantly started crying.

"Give her back!" I yelled. He kicked me straight in the face.

Stella looked at me and the tears running down my face.

"Give me the baby!" Stella screamed. He tried to kick her but she kicked him quicker.

~Stella's pov~

I kicked the man down and he fell. Realizing the baby fell on the ground and that she was within my reach, I grabbed her and put her in Jennifer's lap.

Then I tried my best to kick the man again but I was too late; he got up already and punched me.

"Stella!" I heard Jennifer scream, and then everything turned black.

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