I Found the Babies

Chapter 4

Thought you would need it.

My back stiffened. I didn't know if I should have groaned out loud or cried a puddle, because the last thing I now wanted was to see this man, again. I turned around slowly, my furious mind somehow noticing that Raine wasn't crying anymore.

What perplexed me more was the purple bag in Terrence's hold, and the milk bottle in his hand.

Where the fuck is Allie? She should've been here instead of him.

I narrowed my gaze at the bottle.

"Asshole." I greeted him as curtly as I could.

"Bitch." He extended the same warmth to me. I eyed the bottle again.

How did he manage to get the bag and the bottle? Why is he here? Did he kidnap Allie? Oh my God, where is Allie?!

"I haven't poisoned it," He seemed to catch my gaze but misinterpreted my thoughts, "I'm not that inhumane. Miss Evans gave it to me."

Hurt flickered in his gaze and I felt my glare soften by a thousandth fraction. I needed the bottle anyway, there was no use in keeping Raine hungry. I took the bottle held it in front of the her mouth.

"Drink it up, Raine." I whispered softly and ignored the feeling that his gaze was trained on me.

Raine was soundly drinking the milk, kept her eyes closed, and spilled the milk quite often that I kept wiping the trail of milk on her pink cheeks.

Then Raine opened her eyes, and even though she couldn't see too far, her eyes moved in the direction of Terrence Powers. She kept looking at him, her mouth leaving the milk bottle.

I looked up to find that Terrence was looking at her, too, and I couldn't comprehend even a bit of what was going on in that Asshole's brain. Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment I squirmed.

Just for a little moment, his gaze flickered towards Ryan, and the unease inside me grew. His eyes finally came back to Raine, and the slight frown on his face had me more scared than I ever had been.

No.

I didn't want the twins to be related in any way to Terrence Powers. It would mean that they would be related to Larissa, and that was only going to make me more unwilling if they ever demanded for the twins.

"Are these yours?"

Not even a statement, it was a straightforward question. If only a moment ago, I was despising the silence that was unknowingly making me comfortable, now I despised it even more when he opened that mouth of his.

Do I tell him the truth. Or should I lie? Will he even believe me if I lied? What if he really is related to them?

Do I really want to lie to him?

No. I searched his gaze, but all I could see was desperation, and maybe assurance. Maybe, maybe he was smarter and kinder than what I pegged him to be.