The Missing

16. Hope

Taylor's POV *2 days after birth*

John let me name my baby girl, I have thought about it for a while and I decided to name her Hope. I love that name because I feel like the baby will give me a reason to carry on. Hope was also my mothers middle name. John has taken Hope out of my room after she was born. 

I seen Becca and Jenna again which was good because I got to see my sister again, I know she is alive. It was a very emotional day. I wish my parents could help me with my problems still. Most nights I cry myself to sleep again because I feel that I've hit rock bottom again. I feel like screaming, but nobody would listen.

I lay in bed and watch the news for the hundredth time. I like the news more than I like most of the other channels. Plus I know what is going on outside these locked doors. 

John comes in the room and stumbles around. He's drunk again. He's a drunk fuck. I hate him. He looks at me and smiles, "Hey Babe." He says and I give a disgusted face by accident. He gets made because of it. He gets mad over the littlest things. He comes over and smacks me then yells at me for being rude. I've had enough of him pushing me around. I want to go home right now. 

"Fuck you!" I yell as loud as I can and he smacks me again, this time harder. Then he pulls my hair. I scream at the top of my lungs and then he throws me to the ground and kicks me over and over again. 

"You want to disobey? Huh? I will kill your family! Shut up, now!" He yells and I stop screaming, but I don't stop crying. I can feel the blood coming from my nose. And there is surely a bruise on my stomach. He stomps on my head and then my vision goes black. When I wake up I am in loads of pain and I'm in a different room. I'm back in the basement, but I'm not in the closet again. I don't want to move, but I look around the room and see the door to the small room. Becca might still be in there. There's something holding my arms and legs behind my back. Well isn't this just great. I just want to die, why didn't he kill me? 

Thinking about this makes me even more sad, why am I so selfish that I just want to die. I have a family. A baby girl. I have to live for her, but I also have to get out of her so she don't have to grow up with this monster as a father. I have to get her and leave so he don't kill her, but how will I do this? I will have to make a plan so its not another suicide mission. I need to call the police so they can save my sister, Becca, and Hope. They will bring John to jail where he will rot for the rest of his life.

I lay on the floor thinking of what I will do when I get home until I drift into sleep. When I wake up my body still aches but much less than it did before. I try to lean up but it's hard with the tape. My head may have a giant bruise or I may even have a concussion. After a while I manage to get into a sitting position and I just look at the door Becca should be in. "Hey." I say a little bit louder than a whisper. 

"Taylor?" I hear Jenna say and I look to the other door. 

"Jenna, we have to get out of here." I tell her as if it wasn't so obvious. I lay back down and slide myself over to her door. 

"I know." She tells me, once I am over to her door my back is facing it.

"Jenna try getting this tape off my wrists." I tell her and I can feel her pulling on the tape for it to come off. After a while she rips it in half and I pull myself up and get it off my legs. I try unlocking her door but it needs a key. I walk around the room talking to Jenna quietly, I want to have my tv back. I want to know what time it is. I tell Jenna that were going to be getting out of here soon. I try to see if Becca is awake, but she don't answer me and her light is off. I assume she is asleep so I'll let her stay asleep. 

I hear the door to the basement getting unlocked and I rush back to my spot on the ground and put my hands behind my back as if I didn't undo them. I lay on the ground and what I see and hear shocks me. Why did he do this?

A/N 

Yes. I made it suspenseful. I wanted this to be the 2nd to last chapter, but the book would be to short, sigh. I am not really good at writing but at least I have a plan for the last couple chapters. This chapter was a longer one.