Kidnapped

Chapter Eight: The Struggle of Life

October twenty-ninth, Friday 1:34 PM, a few days had passed since Maggie's neck was slit and she was taken to the hospital.

Connor hadn't come in to take her home.

During the late nights Maggie would wake up and cry, waiting for Connor to come and take her home. She had a strong feeling that Connor had abandoned her for the woman he had been dating for the last few days. She gave up on trying to stay with him; no matter how hard she tried, the other women would always win.

Maggie closed her eyes, praying her life would just end; that way she wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

As time passed during the afternoon, Maggie kept looking out the window in her room, wondering if Connor would come back. She rested her hand on her belly, knowing the baby was the only thing left from Connor that she could hold her memory to.

Soon enough, during the evening, Connor walked into Maggie's room and looked at her seriously.

Maggie tried to smile, but she didn't feel she should; he looked mad.

Connor walked over to her and asked, "How are you feeling?"

She replied shyly, "I'm fine."

Connor whispered in her ear, "Maria is pregnant and so are you. Which baby's life should I end? Hmmmm?"

Maggie didn't say anything, her eyes tear up, but she slumped her head down and allowed her hair to dangle in her face.

Connor moved to the side she was facing and waited for an answer.

Maggie said to Connor sadly, "Why don't you just end mine and the baby's life? My life isn't worth anything, so why are you trying so hard to hide your feelings for me?"

Connor looked away, knowing what she was feeling inside, but he knew it would be hard to take care of two babies at once. His heart ached when he heard what Maggie said, knowing he couldn't end her life so easily.

He looked back at Maggie and he explained why he had to end one child's life, "Maggie, it would be hard for me to take care of two kids at once, so I have to end one of their lives. I'm sorry, but since you were pregnant first, your baby is going to have to die. Forgive me." He said to her, kissing her hand.

Maggie looked down and covered her eyes, crying, not wanting him to hurt her anymore. "Why don't you just end my life along with the child's?"

Connor looked at her, unsure and not liking what he heard. "I don't want to end your life, I couldn't even if I wanted to."

Hours passed and Connor took Maggie home.

Maggie walked out of the car and looked around at her surroundings. She hadn't been at the house in a while, but she noticed another car in the driveway. "Connor, who's here?" she asked him nervously.

"I know, it's Maria. She moved in." He said cautiously.

Maggie's eyes widened and she hid behind Connor, shaking.

Connor looked at Maggie, knowing she was afraid of both himself and Maria, but she had no other protection.

As Connor and Maggie walked into the house, Maria walked up to Connor and kissed him, staring at Maggie for a second before slapping her.

"Stop hiding, you little bitch. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the basement?" Maria sneered at her.

Maggie moved from behind Connor and headed to the basement. She turned her head toward Connor, giving him a sad look, tears formed in her eyes knowing she had no protection from either one of them.

As Maggie walked down the stairs, Maria came up behind her and grabbed her arm, "Connor belongs with me, not you, get that through your dumbass skull." Maria said, throwing her arm away.

Maggie went to the corner of the basement and stayed there for several hours.

At around one AM, Maggie shivered in the dark basement. She looked at her frosty breath come from her mouth and closed her eyes, pretending she was not there.

Connor came downstairs to the basement and looked over at Maggie. He walked over to her and bent down in front her. "Are you okay, Maggie?"

She shook her head and put her head between her knees.

Connor crawled over to her and held her close, "I know this is hard, but you know its the right thing for me to do, right?" he asked her.

She didn't reply, instead she lay her head and hands on his chest and stomach to stay warm.

Connor looked at her sadly, knowing he didn't want to make her suffer. He stroked her back to calm her.

Soon enough she drifted to sleep in his arms; he picked her up and took her to the bed, tucking her in. He watched her sleep for a while, knowing he had made her suffer for long time. He regretted hurting her; he regretted taking her away from her home.