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by Callee Raye


  Moira must have fell asleep because she woke up to the sound of daddy Joe coming out of the house with their breakfast/lunch depending on what time of the day it was. Sometimes they got fed on time and sometimes they just had to wait until something was brought to them. She couldn't tell what time of day it was, she was just glad to be getting something to eat to keep her strength up. Breakfast for them usually consisted of baby food for Abby, and a combination of baby and finger food for Moira. There was usually an ample supply of fresh milk and water provided throughout the day. Baby food tastes terrible, except for peaches Moira thought as she swallowed hard to get the strained peas down. No wonder babies spit it back out at you when you’re trying to feed them this crap. Moira had notice that Abby was starting to lose quite a bit of weight, which wasn’t a good thing. Moira knew that they would have to stay strong and healthy to be able to even attempt any type of escape. Moira sneaked a piece of her finger food and stored it in the pocket of her yellow sundress. She was hungry enough to lick her plate clean, but she had to stay in baby-mode. Babies don't usually eat everything on their plate. They tend to play with their food more than they eat, so she made sure to scatter bits of food here and there. Moira was still so hungry but she knew she would not only eat but she would feast, once they were safely outside the confines of this fake brick structure.

  The sun's rays felt so good against Moira's skin after being locked up in that basement all that time. She watched as the morning's sun mingled with the breeze sweeping over the leaves of the old sycamore tree. She was captivated by the movement of the leaves dancing to the tempo of the wind. Please Lord, I just want to go home, Moira screamed in her head.

  Moira couldn’t remember how she had been snatched and that bothered her. Every time she tried to remember she would drew a blank. It was as if she had lost a piece of time and her precious memory all at the same time. She wondered if Abby remembered how she had been abducted. Moira imagined that the leaves on the tree were dancing and sending her a private message as what to do, as well as providing them with a fool-proof escape plan. Dancing and giving her a beautiful musical performance. Was this how she was destined to spend the rest of her life, pretending to be a toddler? Revolting and discouraging images played through her head.

  "NO!” Moira shouted out loud, totally wrapped up in her own thoughts.

  Daddy Joe looked up from what he was doing nearby in the yard.

  "What did you just say Moira?"

  Thinking quickly, Moira flashed him that cheesy grin that he always fell for and started clapping her hands together, as if she hadn't said a word. She was just a happy little girl mumbling and playing.

  "That's daddy's happy little girl. Moira watch your little sister, while I go inside for a while."

  Moira waved bye-bye to daddy Joe. Looking across the blanket at Abby she knew that they didn't have a lot of time, because this little excursion outside today may never present itself again. Opportunity and time was not exactly on their side. For two hours they looked and recorded in their memory banks, the look and feel of this place. Trying hard to figure out how to escape over the gigantic white fence that surrounded this piece of land. Moira had noticed something strange about the house, when she was sitting inside on the linoleum floor. The outside actually looked like one of those cabins that you would find in the woods made out of cobblestones, and the inside looked more like a hotel, especially with the long corridors and adjacent door pattern. Someone had tried to design this building to make it seem more homey and comfortable. Moira was glad that she had noticed that little tidbit of information, because the police may be interested in that. The entire time they had been outside there had not been any traffic noises. Which only suggested that they were in some secluded area. Just how secluded was the question of the moment and that had Moira worried.

  The sun was starting to disappear behind the fluffy clouds as Daddy Joe came across the lawn. He picked up Abby and headed back towards the house. She watched as daddy Joe walked across the grass. She had never thought about it before but for an older guy, daddy Joe was quite strong, especially with an injured leg. Being able to lift the two of them and carry them up and down the stairs was a feat in itself. Daddy Joe turned and looked over at Moira before going inside.

  “I will be right back,” he shouted.

  Moira was grateful for any amount of time outside the confines of that nursery. Moira wasn't ready to go back inside, she was tired, and she desperately wanted her life back. Moira's eyes glistened as the tears began to fall non-stop. She was frustrated beyond description and she was tired of having to be so strong all the time. The tears dripping down her face was the result of all the bottled up emotions inside of her. She was playing her own private game of make-believe too with Abby. She could never let Abby see her break down like this. She was the strong one, she was the one that had to hold Abby together, but just one thing was wrong with that. Who was going to be the one that would hold her together? She took one last long look around the yard and at the back of the house, before daddy Joe came back to retrieve her. Moira crawled a little closer to the back door. She wanted daddy Joe to think that she had crawled off the blanket on her own, just as all toddlers do. At the next outdoor outing she would pretend to crawl over near the fence so she could get a closer look, at what they are up against. From where she had been laying under the sycamore tree, that fence seemed to be their biggest obstacle, outside of daddy Joe and Barbara of course.

  "Moira, what do you think you are doing?"

  Moira jumped at the sound of daddy Joe's voice. The sternness in his voice startled her and threw her off guard for a moment and then he quickly softened his tone.

  "Look at daddy's baby girl trying to scoot around. Daddy is going to have to keep an eye on you, so you don't get into anything. Come on my little busy bee, it's time for your nap," daddy said picking Moira up and carrying her into the house.

  He placed her on the cool kitchen floor right by the basement's door. Back out of the screen door he went to gather up the toys and the blanket from the yard. She watched him looking around the yard, as if he was expecting something to happen. Wow, what is that awful smell, Moira thought to herself? Moira had never noticed the damp musty smell of this place before, and then combine it with the faint smell of urine and baby powder. The smell was quite nauseating, as it filled the air. While sitting in the hallway Moira heard Barbara's voice bellowing from behind the pink door at the end of the hall. She was talking to someone, but Moira couldn't make out what was being said. She wished she could get down to the other end of the hallway, but it was too far to pretend to have crawled before daddy Joe got back. She didn't want daddy Joe any more suspicious than he was already acting, so she sat like a good little girl and listened to every sound within hearing distance. From where she sat, whatever was going on behind that pink door at the end of the corridor sounded quite busy? There was some music playing behind the pink door. Moira was able to make out the music from the song "It's a small world”.

  "Awe look at my sweet baby girl, she is all tuckered out from playing outside today."

  Moira had stretched out on the floor, while listening to the music playing down the hall. Daddy Joe picked up Moira and carried her down the rickety basement stairs back into the nursery. Abby was already asleep in the white crib. It had been a very long day, physically, mentally and emotionally. Moira knew that she was drained and running on empty. The hot sun was the responsible culprit for stealing much of their energy. That is the small amount of energy that they had left. Surviving only on baby formula, milk, juice, water, baby food and the occasional bowl of finger food, simply was not enough food for two grown women. They were both weak from lack of nutrition. Whatever energy they had left, they would have to conserve for the getaway. By the looks of this structure and the surrounding land, they were going to need every bit of it. The cellar had a funky weird smell to it, something of which she had not really noticed until she came in from outside. She guessed
being in the fresh air had opened up her sense of smell, which was not exactly a good thing. Moira tried to keep her eyes open but they were fighting her for closure. She wanted to think and organize her thoughts while everything was still fresh in her mind. However her heavy lids won out as she drifted off to sleep. The last thing she remembered was looking up and seeing daddy Joe standing over the crib looking down on baby Abby. Daddy Joe had a strange look on his face. It was a look Moira had never seen before and that frightened her.

  Moira woke up to the sound of Abby crying in her crib. Tonight daddy Joe had left them unshackled, so she crawled over to the baby bed and sat down on the cement floor beside it. Squeezing her hand between the bars of the baby bed, she reached in and softly touched Abby's hand. Abby looked up from the fetal position in which she was in and gave Moira a smile of gratitude. There was so much pain and fear in Abby’s eyes that Moira wished she could do more for her. Moira could tell just how much this situation was changing Abby’s personality. Her morale was going downhill fast and so much of her hope had already been destroyed. Moira knew, if she was ever going to keep her own sanity, she would have to get the hell out of there or she would at least die trying.

  “Abby, are you okay?” she grunted.

  “I woke up and found daddy Joe standing here staring at me while I was sleeping. He didn't wake me up or say anything, he just stood there staring at me. He looked at me as if I had done something to displease him. The look on his face was one of pure evil. It was a look I had never seen before. We are never going to be able to leave this place, are we?” Her eyes pleaded for Moira to give her some small ray of hope. “I don’t want to be stuck here for the rest of our lives. This isn't fair Moira, it’s just isn't fair."

  That night Abby cried herself to sleep. Moira didn't know what to tell her. She just hoped that things would look better in the morning. She stretched out alongside the crib and held onto Abby's hand throughout the whole night. Sleep didn’t come easy that night for Moira. She watched as small fragments of moonlight seeped into the desolate room through the small crank out style windows. A lonely eerie silence seemed to fill the room. The only sound that could be heard was that of Abby breathing in and out as she slept. Some nights Abby tossed and turned in her sleep, as if she was fighting someone. Whenever that happens, Moira would simply reach her hand between the rails of the crib and touch Abby’s hand to reassure her that she was not alone. This usually worked and would calm her right down. Moira had no idea how to help her, especially when she cried out in the middle of the night, except to just be there for her. The moonlight seeping in through the windows was Moira’s only refuge. She loved the nighttime because it allowed her to dream. To be able to dream of the day when her life would be hers again. A tear fell as Moira looked over at Abby, because she knew that Abby was losing her will to dream. This place and this make-believe world was consuming her alive. She reminded Moira of a lite match that was dimming slowly everyday as more and more time passed. Moira was scared for herself but she was terrified for Abby. This place was weakening Abby’s resilience to fight back.

  The next morning Moira woke up even more determined to get out. In her heart she knew it was now or never, especially for Abby. Abby was slipping fast into a deep depression. Moira knew that if things did not change soon then she would lose Abby for good. She felt such a huge weight on her shoulders to save them both, that often made her break down in tears. At times Moira felt so alone, because she had no one to ever comfort her and tell her that things will work out. She longed to have a shoulder to cry on. She didn’t like to think of her friend, Harrison, because it only made her long for her life even more. Harrison was a new friend, she had met him right before all this happened. He was the newest resident in her building. She introduced herself and welcomed him to the neighborhood two weeks ago. They hit it off and started hanging out a few times after work. He wasn’t her boyfriend or anything like that, just simply a friend for now. They weren’t even close enough yet for him to be concerned if she wasn’t around for a while, but surely her job should have attempted to contact her by now. She hoped someone would reach out and call the police and place a missing person report. She was fairly new to the area, having just moved to the little suburban town of Knox only a month prior. She hadn’t had the chance to meet that many people yet, except for the people she worked with and the parents at the daycare. She and Abby both worked with young children in a daycare setting. Abby lived in a nearby city and was about to graduate in a few months. Moira tried to figure out if there was a connection between the two of them. Personality wise they were as different as day and night. They were close in age, Moira being the older of the two by three years. Abby was a city girl and Moira was from the suburbs, but she was the more aggressive of the two. Abby was meek and quiet and Moira well, she certainly knew how to stand her ground and fight back. Fighting back was what she had in mind, but she didn’t know what she was up against. She wanted to find out why daddy Joe kidnapped them, and why he played this game of make-believe making them dress and act like babies. What did he want from them? Moira knew there had to be some answers to her questions beyond the pink door. She desperately wanted to get a second look into that room. She had to figure out some way to get inside. That was the first hurdle she had to jump and getting over that gigantic fence would be the second. By what she had seen, the opening to the fence was locked with a key. She had witnessed daddy Joe using the key that he kept around his neck to open the gate. So the only way to get out of here was over, over the fence that is. Now that she had figured out how they could escape, she needed to find some good sturdy rope. A rope that would be strong enough to withstand their weight without breaking. She had noticed that the tire that hung from the old sycamore tree was tied with the kind of rope that she was looking for. Now she just had to put her hands on some of it.

  “Good morning my babies,” daddy Joe said as he came down the stairs.

  Moira heard a buzzing sound in the distance from somewhere in the house. Moira looked up at daddy, because she had never heard that sound before, at least not since she had been there. It sounded like a door bell, but she was certain daddy Joe would not let anyone get that close to the house. She watched to see if daddy’s demeanor changed, but it didn’t change at all. He remained as calm, cool and collected as always. She thought, that if she had been him and was holding two women against their will and someone came buzzing around, that she would be sweating bullets in fear of being found out.

  “Who could that be?” daddy Joe wondered out loud. “I will be right back, someone is ringing the bell at the front gate. Moira watch your little sister, he said as he casually walked up the stairs.”

  Moira heard daddy Joe talking on what she assumed was an intercom system located somewhere upstairs, and then she heard the metal frame of the screen door slam against the wood molding. After sitting there for a moment, Abby looked over at Moira all wide-eyed, because she too had realized that daddy Joe had not locked the upstairs door when he left. She nodded in Moira’s direction. Moira knew that she would have to move fast, because daddy Joe would be back soon. She carefully walked up the old rickety staircase leading up to the first floor, trying to keep the stairs from making any extra noise. She had not heard Barbara’s voice this morning, but that did not mean she was not lurking upstairs somewhere in the house. The stairs creaked and moaned with each step she took. It seemed like it took her a lifetime to finally reach the top of the stairs. She slowly turned the door knob, Moira’s heart raced with each breath. It truly felt as if her heart was trying to claw its way out of her chest. The sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears “boom, boom, boom”. She cracked the door open just a little, while holding her breath she looked around. Barbara was there, she was standing in the kitchen looking for something. Moira quickly closed the basement door. Her heart was leaping at the thought of Barbara being so close and maybe getting found out. She pressed her ear up against the door, waiting for Barbara to walk pass.


  Finally after a few moments of listening and hearing nothing moving about, she eased open the door just a little and looked up and down the hallway. At the end of the hallway she noticed a door had been left slightly open. Moira knew she had to at least try and look inside the room. This would be her only chance and she had to take it. Something was going on in that house and she was determined to find out what it was. She knew daddy Joe could possibly come back at any moment so she would have to be swift. She inched her way down the hall, slow and precise, just like a cat stalking its prey. Her ears were perked and alert to any and all noises surrounding her as she moved closer to the door. Sweat poured down her face. She was scared beyond anything she could ever describe. Easing up to the door, she slide along the floor moving inch by inch, until finally she was able to peer inside. The room was white, with rows of bassinets all neatly lined up along the perimeters of the wall. There had to be over ten bassinets inside that one room. Moira heard something moving about inside the bassinets. She was afraid, but she knew she had to take a look inside. Crawling her way along the floor, she could see Barbara on the other side of the glass partition that separated the two rooms. The setup of the room seemed so familiar to Moira, but where had she seen it before. A noise came from one of the bassinets and when she turned to see where it came from it, the answer came to her. This room was set up like a hospital’s maternity ward baby nursery. Moira froze, as she peered back through the glass at Barbara. Moira hadn’t noticed it before but Barbara was wearing a pair of blue hospital scrubs. Moira was too scared to move and too scared to look inside one of the bassinets. She didn’t want to look, she just wished she could go back downstairs and forget she ever entered the room but she couldn’t do that. She owed it to herself to find out the truth about this house and what daddy Joe was actually up to. When Barbara turned her back to the glass partition, Moira took a look into the nearest bassinet. Clasping her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming out loud. Moira couldn’t believe what she had just seen. She slowly backed out of the room and practically sprinted to the basement door as fast as she could. Her eyes filling with little pools of tears. Her body shook and trembled from fear. Her mind was whirling a mile a minute. What kind of place was this and what kind of animals were these two people?

 

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