Hi guys!
So, thanks for the reviews. Please keep them going, i love reading them and they give me more incentive to write if i have a load of people shouting at me to do it.
Sorry for the wait, i know its been a couple of days, but i had family round earlier.
Hope you like this one.
I got jolted awake suddenly, something was crying.
I shook the sleep from my head and looked down at the tiny bundle clutched to my chest. The baby was crying. He's hungry. I had nothing to give him.
I guess I was still reeling from yesterday's events, but after five hours of pacing around the tiny room, trying to get the baby to fall asleep, I just gave up. I curled up in a corner, wrapped the baby in the white wool blanket and dropped off to sleep as soon as he did.
But now he was hungry, and really letting me know about it. I pulled him closer to me and swayed him, letting any mother instincts I'd picked up from my own mother come out.
I didn't know what to do.
After one scream that was impressive for a day old baby I quickly laid him back into the bag that I'd made into a make shift cot and hammered on the white door, praying that someone would answer.
I guess I got lucky. The slat was pulled open and the dark blue eyes of the man who'd brought us our tea looked through.
"Finally," I gasped. "Look, you have to let me out, I have a baby in here. He's Tori's son. I don't have anything to feed him with." I stopped talking for a second and we could both here the baby mewing in the corner.
The dark blue eyes glanced over at the brown bag and then back at me. "I can't let you out." His voice was crackly, like it had only just broken, He must have been fifteen, maybe sixteen. Only a boy.
"Please?" I felt tears building up behind my eyes, a mixture of hunger and tiredness.
The boy frowned. "I cant. They'll find out. I'll get in trouble."
I bit my lip to stop myself crying. "Look, if you don't let me out then this baby will die. Please. He was only born yesterday and his mother's abandoned him."
The look in the eyes hardened. "I know the feeling. My mum left me too. But she left me with my little sister. And If I let you out then they'll kill her. So, it's either a baby I don't know or my ten year old sister. Which one would you chose?"
I looked over my shoulder at the baby who was getting quitter. He sounded weaker. "Look, I'm sorry about your mum. And I don't want your sister to get hurt. But couldn't you just let me out and say that I just disappeared? You could say I hit you and ran off or something."
The boy laughed. "They aren't stupid."
I growled with frustration. "He's just a baby."
The boy looked sad. "I know. But my sister's practically a baby and she's all I have left. I can't let you out. I'm sorry."
The slat closed between us.
I yelled in frustration and I smacked it with my hands. "He's going to die!" I screamed through it.
The baby brought me to my senses. He was whimpering now, not even strong enough to wave his hands around. I picked him up gently and he stayed against my chest, limp, like a doll.
I swayed slowly, whispering to him. "I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry about your mum. I'm sorry I couldn't save you."
He breathed slowly, too young for his eyes to have even opened.
"You need a name don't you?" I said quietly, stroking his downy hair, still black from birth.
His fingers squeezed gently on my little finger.
"How about…" I cast around, going through names of people I knew, celebrities, book characters, people from films. I hovered over Uriel for a second, before pushing it out of my head. Uriel wouldn't even know where I was, much less be able to come and get us out. And the baby didn't even look like a Uriel.
"Tom?" I said, looking down at him.
He frowned slightly before his face smoothed as much as a baby's face can.
"Kit?" I remembered a boy in my school who had been very good at art.
No answer, unsurprisingly.
"Robby?"
I looked down at him, trying to picture him older. "Are you a Robby?"
The baby didn't seem to have much of an opinion.
I sighed. "Look, I don't think we're going to get out of here. And you need a name." I stroked his head again. "You're not helping me out at all here."
He had fallen asleep in my arm.
I rocked him, feeling the warm bundle in my arms and wondering at the incredible mothering instinct I was getting.
The door was pulled open so quietly I could barely hear it.
The boy was standing in the room, holding a white tray.
I whirled around and hugged the baby to my chest, looking for danger.
The boy was taller than me, but lanky with a thin face and worried eyes. He looked over his shoulder and put the tray down on the floor. "Look, I can't let you go, I'm sorry. But here is some tea and biscuits. I got a larger jug of milk but I don't know how you could feed the baby." He nodded in the vague direction of the wrecked table and shattered china from the blast I caused yesterday. "After you're done you might have to crack the china a bit so it looks older, then I won't get accused of helping you."
I nodded and stepped forward. The boy stepped back, like I was about to hit him.
"Thank you." I smiled at him.
He shrugged and looked awkward. "My mum was one of Jacob's fuck buddies. He's not my dad but he still thought he had the right to act like he owned us. I can't help you get out of here. I'm sorry, I would like to, but I have my sister. I can't do anything that could hurt her."
I nodded, already sitting down by the tea, trying to work out a way to feed the baby. "I understand, honestly. And you're right to protect your sister. She's lucky to have a brother like you."
The boy went slightly pink and pulled the door open behind him. "Good luck."
"Wait."
He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me, slightly worried.
"What's your name?"
He frowned. "Jamie. Why?"
I held up the baby. "You may have just saved his life."
He smiled and left, closing the door behind him.
I looked down at the baby. "Jamie. I like it."
And from what I could tell, so did he.
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I cant update tomorrow as i'm away for the day, but Wednesday looks good.
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