Kidnapped - Life on the Outside (We Have Stories Too #2)

Chapter 1

||Chapter one||

Finally, my baby is born. I tie the umbilical cord with a small piece of fabric I ripped off from my shirt, then cut it off with some old child's scissors. Before I even get the chance to snuggle my child she's ripped from my arms. She screams of distress from being taken away from me. He then forcefully slams the baby on the ground killing her, and just like that – I wake up once again, but this time I don't fear what's next for me and my daughter.

"Jacey," I whisper "get down from there," I say sternly. Grabbing the almost two-year-old off the creaky old wooden steps of the stairs, careful not to get any new splinters into her toes, which she hates, I know because its happened before.

"Why?" the curious toddler asks, sticking her chubby finger in her mouth, while grabbing on to my necklace that my mother gave to me for my 13th birthday, it has two little hears that are the color aquamarine, our birth month.

"You know why," I sigh. "The bad people are up there and if you go up there they'll hurt you like they hurt me," I say, hoping not to scare the toddler too bad but enough that she wont repeat the same actions again. "It's nearly bed time now, so I can tell you one story but then you must be ready to sleep okay?"

"Fine," she pouts like any ordinary baby. "Tell me the one about Disneyland," she says.

I place the baby on my lap and wrap the thin blanket around us and lean against the wall, "Once upon a time there was a magical place called Disney Land, it was bright and had plenty of colors. One day a lady brought her toddler there for the first time, their names were Nancy and Jacey."

"mommy, is that me and you?" She inturpts.

"Yeah, baby, it is us," I say, running my fingers through her hair, then I continue, "They went on all kinds of rides, that spun them in circles, flew them up high, and even got them wet with water. They had a blast at Disney Land. They also played games, they giggled, smelt the flowers and rolled in the grass. When the day was over Jacey didn't want to go home, she wanted to stay there forever, but she knew that her mommy wasn't able to promise her that she could go tomorrow but she would bring another day. The End."

"Is Disneyland real mommy?" Jacey asked innocently looking up at me staring into my green eyes.

"No, sadly, not in our world," I don't want to tell her the real truth and get her hopes up for something that's impossible for me to give to her. Now let's get you off to bed, do you need to go potty?"

"Nope."

"Okay, well let's try, because you peed on the blankets last night and that means we only have one blanket until mummy can do the laundry." I scoop up the toddler making her give a tired giggling sound. I bring her into the gross destroyed bathroom. I place her on the nearly full toilet and wait for her to go, which she does. "You need to stop holding it in, baby, you'll get sick if you keep doing that."

"I don't want the bad man to hit you again," she says, hanging her head low.

"I rather him hit me then you getting hurt, so go potty, I don't care whether it in the toilet or if its on the floor, I just can't get you sick."

"Sorry, mommy."

"No its okay," I say taking the toddler off the toilet and wrapping her around my hip. "Now its beddy bye time." I place her down on the 'bed' which is really just some old pillows that the Myers left down in the basement. "Goodnight," I say to the baby reaching down to kiss her forehead. I lay down next to the infant, but I don't fall asleep along with her. The paranoia gets to me. When ever I hear someone talk, or some one gets close to the door it scares me. It makes me fear of what comes next. I don't get why they keep me alive, they feed me a meal a day, which isn't enough and a lot of times its just the scraps which gets spilled on the floor, they treat me as bad as the slaves in the early 1900s. All they do is want to use me for my body. I try to forget about the terrors they have shoved upon me, and I try not to scream when I wake from the dream that happens over and over again, but when sleep comes the terrors don't stop me from wanting to get out of here and it doesn't stop me from wondering what happens next.