Jessica
I know that I was supposed to start bleeding four days ago. My period is never irregular, and it's been that way for years now. Nothing has happened, and the sun is starting to go down, which means that's another day without any sign of spotting.
"I've...got something to tell you." My heart ached as I said those words to someone that wasn't my husband. The image of me telling him that I was pregnant with the twins played in my head, and I smiled.
"Yeah, what's that, Daisy?" He still called me that, and I still couldn't stand it.
"I think I'm pregnant. But I won't know for sure until I get a test. Do you think I could get one?" I put cornbread into my mouth, and it's hard to swallow it with nothing to drink. He won't let me have another glass of water.
"That's impossible." Jordan immediately spits, shooting me with daggers with his eyes. I nod.
"The condom could've broke, or been expired. It happens, Jordan. That's how my daughter-" He slams his fist on the small card table, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
"I don't want to fucking hear about that! You know that. I'll get you your damn test next Wednesday. Until then, shut up about it and just do as I say." His voice is gruff and demanding. I hate it. I want to punch him. Rip his throat out. Break his legs. Anything I can to get out of here.
The next day, I spend nearly the entire day watching tv, and not doing much else. Right now, I feel like I would've been taking the kids to school. I start to cry as I think about them. If I'm in here long enough, will I forget what they look like? Forget what Ethan looks like? That terrifies me, and so I pull out a coloring book and my box of crayons, coloring a picture of a dinosaur. Katherine and I would color together all the time. It was one of my favorite things to do. I write her name on the paper, along with Teagan, Ryan, Ethan, and Grayson's.
Katherine Lynn Dolan.
Teagan Sean Dolan.
Ryan Tyler Dolan.
Ethan Grant Dolan.
Grayson Bailey Dolan.
And me.
Jessica Grace Dolan.
My family. The loves of my life, and I don't know if I'll ever see them again. I've constantly kicked myself in my mind because I didn't fight Jordan off hard enough. I dug my keys into his hand, but that didn't even slow him down. When I had tried to scream, he shoved a cloth over my mouth and pushed me violently into the van. No one had been around to witness it. I was going out for my daily jog, not paying the greatest attention of my surroundings. Suddenly, I realized that he could've been watching me everyday that I went for a jog or a run, because I always did it in the same spot. I began wondering how long he could've been watching me, and where he was hiding.
I turn my head and look out the little window, and I find myself getting up to walk over to it. I haven't been outside for so long, that I've forgotten the smell of fresh air. It's no use fighting against Jordan. I'll certainly end up dead that way, but if I just play his game until I can really come up with an escape, I think I can make it home. Home to my Ethan.
I slowly make my way over to the bed, sitting on it and covering myself with the comforter. I close my eyes, imagining my husband. His smile, his voice, his touch, his smell, everything about him. I want to cherish it for as long as I can. I've hidden my wedding ring so Jordan can't get to it. It's all of mine that I have left, besides the clothes I was wearing when I was taken. I get goosebumps on my skin.
"I love you, Ethan. I'll be home soon." I whisper in the darkness, staring at nothing but blackness.
