When the Smoke Clears

Chapter One

Jordyn Edwards

Sitting on the bed of my room in this hell hole, I rubbed my now huge belly. I was tired and miserable. 6 long months and I haven't heard from anyone but that's because they all think I'm dead. I know that everybody thought I killed Joyce but she ended up knocking away the gun I had from the back of her head. I shot her twice in the leg and she got me in the arm and shoulder.

I was losing blood begging her to call an ambulance but she didn't. Instead a needle was stuck into my neck and everything from there went dark. I know Christian is out of his mind thinking I'm gone. Everyday I've been trying to figure out how to leave. All of my other attempts have failed. I gotta come up with something good.

A knock on the door echoed through the room. Quickly I laid down and pretended to be sleep. I don't even know why they knock, they barge right in without me saying it's okay to do so. I've got to get out of here!

The door opened and footsteps landed on the carpeted floor, then my bed dipped.

"I know you're not sleep." The only safe voice around here filled my ears.

Slowly opening my eyes, I sat up and looked down at a plate of food. "You know I can't have that."

"They're not here and you and the babies need to eat. Hurry up."

Hesitantly, I took the plate and began to eat. "Why are you so helpful to me?"

"Because you shouldn't be here."

"But I'm here because of you. You set me up in that house six months ago!" I yelled at Joesph.

"Jordyn I don't want to be here as much as you. To have to lie to my son every day about you being dead is killing me."

"You're a cop Joesph, why haven't you called for back up?"

"I've tried, trust me, they won't let me out of this damn house. Whenever they leave they have bodyguards here watching me like a hawk. The Jordyn I know, wouldn't be sitting here allowing this to happen."

"The Jordyn you know? You don't know me, you don't even like me. You're probably just kissing my ass because you think that I can save you."

"I misjudged you, before all of this nonsense happened I told my son that I was wrong about you. I respected the fact that you were working hard to change your life for my granddaughter. I thought you and Joyce were the same but she's not the woman I thought she was."

I blinked away the oncoming tears. This is all too much. "How am I supposed to get us out of here if I'm 8 months pregnant with twins. My stomach is too big so I can't move fast and I don't want to put their lives at risk trying to leave. I wanna get to Chris before I go into labor. He can't miss this again."

"I was thinking maybe we cou-."

"Joesph!" Joyce called causing him to snatch the plate out of my hand and rush out the room. She turned him into her bitch and it's sickening.

Man if I wasn't pregnant every person in the Bitch would be dead. Maybe not Joesph because he has been looking out for me. He convinced them to find a obgyn to come and give me my check ups, makes sure I'm properly fed, if it wasn't for him I'd really be dead for real!

I'm sick of all these damn fake deaths.

Lying back on the bed I rubbed my huge stomach. I can't believe I'm having two babies! A boy and a girl. Chris would've probably went crazy when he found that out. I can see his silly ass now. I miss my baby so much and my princess. When I get back home I just want to hold onto my babies and give them a bunch of kisses.