Breath

Chapter 11

It's been two weeks and I haven't seen my baby. I can hear him cry at night so I know he is okay, George keeps me locked in my room so I can't leave. If I have to go to the bathroom he keeps his bedroom door closed where my babyboy is I know because I can hear him cry. I fight him everytime, I get a beating everytime but it doesn't stop me from trying even if I know I will lose everytime. George hasn't touched any alcohol sense I gave birth and i'm happy he is taking care of my babyboy but I am so scared he might be hurting him. If I find out George hurts my baby I will kill him.

Taking a deep breath I knock on my door telling George I need to use the bathroom, only this time I will win. For the past three hours I have been coming up with a plan.

George opened the door and grabbed my left wrist taking me to the bathroom, when we got there I hurried and locked the door. I quickly peed but didn't flush. Looking around I found what I needed, a sleeping pill. I shoved it in my bra and flushed the toilet letting him know I'm done. When he opened the door I glanced around spotting his drink. Quickly running forward I grabbed it acting like I was going to drink it but really slipped the pill in.

...... two hours later

I could hear George snoring, I peak out of my room to see him passed out with the empty glass next to him. Smiling I make a run for his door and realize he left it unlocked. Opening it quickly I see a baby crib right there in the middle of the room. Slowly walking over to my baby I gasp when I see him. My beautiful baby boy staring right up at me. His bright blue eyes and his blonde hair that I knew would slowly turn brown. His cute chubby cheeks and small chubby body. Picking him up he smiles at me making me the happiest person alive. I feel a tear slip out as I know we can't leave, not yet.

After 20 minutes with my baby I knew I had to go soon before he caught me. Quickly kissing my baby and softly whispering 'I love you' to him made me sad to know I had to go. Though I knew one day we'd get out of here. Running towards my room I quietly shut my door trying to block out the sound of my baby crying.

A couple minutes later I heard George wake up. Laying on my bed I pretend to be asleep when I hear him come into my room.

"Baby girl I need you" he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Sadly I got my answer when he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the end of the bed. Slowly he slid his hands up my legs to the waistband of my sweatpants roughly pulling them off me.

"No George please no!" I begged.

"Oh baby girl you actually think you have a choice" he laughed.

Closing my eyes I imagined being in a beautiful new house with my family and my beautiful little baby boy.