Here it goes....
I own nothing except Nyah.....place it together.....Im working backwards.
"Pain! Ouch let go," Mecca screamed angrily. Her hand was tightly being squeezed to the breaking point. Her best friend Nyah was in labor. And it wasn't at all fun. "Ouch Ny! Let go. You're killing me!"
"I'm killing you! Who is in labor here? Oh get out get out child!" Nyah yelled.
"Breath and push please dear." The nurse quietly said her pink checks heavy with exhaustion.
"Damnit! I am! What's it look like I'm doing?" Nyah yelled again. Her voice was starting to become horse. It was at that moment that Nyah truly missed Marcus. Wishing he was breaking his hand and not that of her friend. Nyah screamed as another tremendous pain shot through. She felt like she could faint.
"Almost there dear. Keep pushing." The nurse stated sweetly.
"Nyah Annabelle Flint! My hand!" Mecca yelled her hand becoming numb.
A small cry erupted into the candle lit room. The nurse smiled sweetly, admiring the little warmth in her arms. "Congratulations my dear, you have a beautiful baby girl."
"Oh Nyah look." Mecca exclaimed, ignoring the stabbing pain in her hand.
"Let me hold here." Nyah demanded. The small baby was placed into her hands. She was truly beautiful. She had rosy pink cheeks and white skin. Nyah couldn't help but notice her daughters beautifully piercing eyes. She had seen them staring at her before. She had her father's eyes. "I will call her, Skye Marguerite Flint."
Nyah kissed the now sleeping baby's head. Her child. Marcus' baby.
Meanwhile back at Marcus' apartment.
Marcus sat blankly staring out the dusty gray windows. He watched as the rain came down. The sky was weeping. Just like he was in the inside. It was around the time the baby should have been born. He wished he could be with it. But in his heart he knew it was for the best. If his father found out about the innocent child, there would definitely be hell to pay.
1 year later.
Nyah sat at her kitchen table sketching away. Her fashion designs had been growing very popular among the young witches. She looked up and smiled lovingly at her daughter who was banging to measuring cups together. She had yet to understand Skye's fascination with them.
" Maybe you'll grow up to be a brilliant chief one day."
Nyah returned her attention to her drawings. The doorbell in the main hall ringed. Nyah glanced down at Skye. "Maria? Maria can you get the door please?" She called to her maid. There was no answer. Maria must be busy. Nyah got up and put Skye in her crib and gave her a tender kiss. "Be right back sugar."
Nyah quietly left. Skye happily laughing in the background.
Nyah went downstairs just as Maria came out of the kitchen.
"I'm sorry Miss. I just spilled some broth and was trying to clean it up." Maria said apologetically.
Nyah laughed lovingly. "Don't worry. I'll get the door. Can you go
and attend to Skye for me please?"
"Yes miss." She said as she went upstairs.
Nyah smiled and walked slowly to the door. The doorbell sounded again. Nyah unlocked the bolt and opened the door. She was surprised to find there was nobody there. Instead there was a small envelope lying safely on the deep burgundy doormat. Nyah stared down at it for a few seconds as if half expecting it to jump up and bite her. Then she picked it up and quietly began to open it while the door closed behind her.
Upstairs Nyah heard Maria scream. She dropped the letter. "Maria?"
Nyah bounded upstairs throwing the nursery door open. Maria stood in the corner clutching her face and crying loudly. Nyah ran over to her. "Maria! Maria what happened."
Maria uncovered her face. "A man! A horrible man. He came up from behind me. And then he pulled out a wand and blinded me. I tried to protect her! I tired!"
Nyah released Maria and ran up to the crib, slowly removing the covers. Her hands were shaking with fear. Silent tears fell down her face. The crib was empty. Nyah began to weep more heavily. In silence she slowly feel helplessly to floor. Her daughter's blanket was clutched in her hands tightly.
And then she screamed.