Page 6 of My Little Doe
He cocked his head to the side. “You are with child… we aren’t mistaken. You just picked the wrong…” he trailed off, before taking in a breath, “No, you won’t be leaving here.”
“This is about Daxyn?”
“Seems to be. Anyway, here is some food.” He placed a tray on the ground before turning toward the door.
“No! Please, don’t leave me in here like this. I won’t tell anyone it’s his baby. I won’t ask him for anything. Please, please let me go home,” I cried out.
He didn’t turn around or acknowledge my pleas and walked through the cellar door and pulled it closed behind him. I looked at the tray that lay on the ground. My stomach rumbled in response, but part of me didn’t feel like I could eat. A sandwich sat on top of a napkin with a small bowl of cut apples. A small plastic cup of liquid sat on the tray.
I stared at the tray for what felt like forever before I finally crawled to it and grabbed it. The bread started to get a little soggy. I peeled back the top piece of bread and revealed the contents—peanut butter and jelly. It wasn’t my favorite, but I reckoned it was better than nothing. A few brown spots formed on the red apples, but they tasted good anyway. The small cup only had water, but after the peanut butter, I drank every drop of it.
Once I cleaned the tray, I went back to the mattress and laid down. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was in this cell because of Daxyn. If he didn’t want any part of this, he couldhave walked away. I would’ve figured it out without him. Why the hell would he have me kidnapped and held hostage? Was he planning to force an abortion on me? The more I thought about the possibilities, the more I started to panic about the situation I was in.
My hand drifted onto my lower stomach. I studied the wall in front of me. How long were they planning to keep me here? I didn't think there were any tears left, but they came anyway, soaking into the mattress beneath my cheek.
The sound of something hitting metal startled me awake. I must have fallen asleep again. I rolled over and looked up at the small, barred window. A small wooden bat was being dragged across the bars. My eyes flickered open and closed, adjusting. Clearly, his intent to wake me worked. I stared at the door, but kept my lips pursed together. The bat rolled over the bars faster and harder.
“What the hell do you want?” I finally yelled out.
“For you to wake up,” Quinnlyn said.
“Okay? And? You clearly succeeded, but unless you’re letting me go, there is nothing else for me to do but to sleep,” I said.
“It’s supper time, you need to eat,” he said, his tone flat.
“What time is it?” I said.
“Six p.m.”
“Oh…” I said.
All I could think about was Aspen and if she made it home. Did my mother wonder where I went? I knew Aspen would be frantic without me being home, and not having any answers to where I’d gone.
“Does that mean you will eat?” he asked, breaking my thoughts.
“No,” I said.
“Why not? I don’t think Ravik would like to hear that you aren’t eating,” he said.
“And I care about what he thinks?”
“He’s not one to piss off.”
“What’s he going to do, beat the pregnant girl?”
“Maybe, he has stooped lower,” he said.
“I’ll eat, but only if you tell me if Aspen made it home.”
“Okay.”
He opened the door and walked over to me. I remained on the mattress, unmoving. He placed the tray down on the ground in front of me.
“Eat,” he said, then turned around and left.
I looked down at what he left. There was a chicken breast, fried potatoes, and corn. There was a small plastic cup filled with milk. Gross.
“Can I have water?”
