Jessica
One year after her abduction
I got no pain killers whatsoever, and I cried, not only because it hurt, but because a man that wasn't my husband was by my side. I screamed and screamed, but soon learned that the shed was soundproof.
Jordan left me there, a mess, told me to clean it up myself, and that was that. The pain went on for hours and hours, and I had no clue how I was going to clean all of the blood out of the bed. Right now, my baby girl is cradled in my arms after I've rinsed her off in the sink with the utmost of caution. I looked down into her little eyes as her tiny fingers were wrapped around my big one, and I just cried.
I had to make a makeshift crib out of the small table that was next to the table, a recent addition to the shed for the first time in months. I took out one of the drawers and used one of my extra blankets to lay in it, making the surface as soft, warm, and comfortable as I could. I laid my new baby girl in it, setting it next to me in the bed, my heart aching for the little life already. I had no means of healthily taking care of her in here. But I was damned if I was going to let Jordan take her away from me.
I was starting to forget little details about my own children, and that made me incredibly sad. They had to all be bigger now, and I know I missed the boys' birthday, along with Ethan's. Katherine's was coming up in a few weeks.
"Ivy. Ivy Clare. How does that sound, little girl?" I whisper this, reaching down into the 'crib' while she looks up at me, giving me a little gummy smile before closing her eyes and letting go of my fingers. I leaned down and kissed her, almost featherlike, feeling tears rolling down my cheeks silently.
Jordan refuses to have anything to do with Ivy, and I won't let him touch her, anyway. He obeys. Finally, I've got something to continuously keep me busy, but I just wish I could give her more. Days go by, and I spend the time playing with her on the floor, letting her crawl around, make all kinds of noises, and I end up changing her diapers quite a bit. The dirty ones have been piling up in the corner, and I haven't convinced Jordan to take them out yet. He's a stubborn little prick.
I spend endless hours playing with Ivy and entertaining her the best I can. She seems to enjoy my company, and she's a lot like how Katherine was when she was born. My first baby girl, and now there's another. I wonder how they'll feel about Ivy when....if we end up getting out of here.
Over the months, I've formulated plans, but none are sensible enough. I would go over them countless times, and by the time came for me to do it, I had no confidence that I'd actually beat him. But now, I've got a real purpose to get out of here besides my husband and kids. I need to fight for Ivy.
"Do you want some applesauce?" I ask her, knowing full well that she can't answer. I open a small container of the stuff, making an airplane motion with my hand as I bring the little spoon to her mouth, making sure she eats it before I take the spoon back. I smile as she claps her hands once she swallows the applesauce. I clap with her before hugging her into my body and kissing the top of her head.
"We'll get out of here, baby girl, I promise you."
