My Psycho Best Friend

Chapter 12

    It has been almost two weeks since Ian has started trying to get me pregnant. I am feeling some signs, but it is also the same symptoms for my monthly. I know he is going to make me take a test soon. I do not know how I feel about the fact that I would be pregnant again with Ian’s baby. Sometimes, it gives me hope that maybe if I got pregnant, Ian would change for the better. Other times, it depresses me because then I will really be stuck with him forever.

            When Ian got home today, he gave me a pregnancy test to take. I go to the bathroom and pee on it. I stare at the test as the results are developing. It is not long before I know the result. It is positive. Ian will be ecstatic. I am unsure about the whole thing. I walk out of the bathroom and walk towards Ian. I hand him the test and he look at the positive test. He is instantly excited. He gets up from his seat and hugs me. I guess he is really happy. I wish I could be that happy.

            I finish cooking dinner while Ian is on the couch just watching tv. Once I am done, we both come to sit at the table and eat our food. I keep looking at him and we share glances but say nothing. I am trying to gather the courage to ask him some questions that have been on my mind. I take a few deep breaths and decide that now would be as best time as any. I look at Ian and ask, “Ian, since I am pregnant, will I be able to go to the doctors?”

            He thinks for a moment and says, “I am afraid not. We cannot have you trying to escape. I will find some books for you so you can have some knowledge about the baby’s development.”

            I am angered. In an outburst, I ask, “How am I able to know if everything is okay with the baby? I am not a doctor!”

            I could tell he was getting frustrated with me. But was surprised when he answered back in a calm manner. He said, “We will just have to take that chance.”

            I am figuring out that now I will not have any help. I am scared that he will make me give birth down here in the basement. I decide to ask, “Are you going to make me give birth to the baby down here? What is something goes wrong?”

            He starts taking deep breaths like he is trying to calm down his nerves. In a gritted voice he says, “Yes, you will give birth down here. You have no choice in the matter. I will be there at the birth. I will help you give birth to our baby!”

            He storms off and now I know I have made him angry. At least, while I am pregnant, he cannot hurt me. The only thing he can do is yell at me. I am pretty upset about the situation. I have to go through my whole pregnancy without seeing a doctor and I will have to give birth to our baby down here in this horrible basement. I will have to give birth without the help of an epidural. I am already dreading the pain I will be in. I guess now the only option is to get prepared as possible.

            I take a nice warm shower and go to bed. I lay there thinking about my baby. I know Ian forced me to get pregnant. But I am starting to feel excited about this baby. This baby gives me hope. Maybe over time I can change Ian’s mind and he will let me go see the doctor.

1 week later…

            For the last week, every day, I get more nauseous and sicker. I thought last time I was pregnant was bad. This is way worse. I cannot even keep water down. I feel weak. All I can do is just lay around and rest. I try to eat small meals and eat crackers for snacks like the books Ian gave me said to do but they are not working. I am getting worried that I might be getting too dehydrated.

            Ian came down for dinner like always and he noticed I did not cook dinner. I was laying on my bed and he came over and sat by me. He had asked me if I was alright, and I just stayed silent. I was too weak to answer. I kept going in and out of consciousness. I think he noticed that I was very unwell. He knew I had morning sickness but did not know it would get this bad. He had read something about how some women get so sick they must go to the hospital for fluids all the time because they get so dehydrated.

            After being unconscious for a few hours, Ian had gotten worried enough that he decided to take me to the hospital. I picked me up and carried me up the stairs. He carried me out of the house and put me in the front passenger seat of his car. I was awake momentarily and did not know what was happening. I mumbled incoherent words. Ian started racing towards the hospital.

            Once we got to the hospital, Ian got me out of the car and carried me inside. He ran up to the nurse’s station and told them that I was very sick. He remembered to tell them that I was pregnant. They put me on a hospital bed and started running tests and put an IV in my arm so I can get some fluid since I had signs of dehydration.

            I had woken up after a few hours and Ian was asleep in the chair in my hospital room. A nurse came in to check on me. She noticed I was finally awake and asked if I was okay. I said yes. I noticed a nearby piece of paper, and I wrote a note that said “Help. He kidnapped me.” I quickly gave it to the nurse, and it was just in time because Ian woke up.

            The nurse walked outside into the hall. I guess she read the note because she looked back at me and seemed freaked out. She called the cops. Soon I could hear a few police cars. Ian looked at me. I tried not to look nervous. But knowing Ian, he could see right through me. He could tell that I had done something that I was not supposed to. He got up and went towards me and grabbed my arm. He pulled me out of the bed. He wrapped his arm around my neck. We could hear noises in the hall. I think it was the police. On an intercom, they told Ian to please come quietly. He held onto me tighter. I could barely breath because his arm was still around my neck.

            I screamed out as loud as I could and said, “Help me!”.

            The police rushed into the room and Ian let go of me. I fell to the floor. Ian knocked out two policemen and more was coming so he looked to the window. He was very angry. I had tried to escape him again. He told me in a very angry voice, “You may have escaped now but, I will come back for you and our baby! You better watch out!”

            Then he jumped out the window. Relief washed over me as I was finally away from him. The police look around the room and looked around the hospital but somehow Ian had gotten away. They could not find a trace to where he went. I told the police about Ian and how he had drugged, kidnapped, and trapped me in the basement.

            The police suggested that I stay with family while they were investigating. I had tried to call my parents, but they did not answer. The police had stopped by my house and nobody was home and looked like they had not been home in a while. Maybe, my parents moved. The only person I had left was Ryder. I had called Ryder and He and his father came to the hospital immediately.

            The police said they would keep in touch with me. Once, I was discharged from the hospital. I got in Ryder and his father’s car. They brought me to their house. They gave me an extra pair of clothes. T-shirt and sweatpants. I cannot tell you how good it felt to wear something more than just a t-shirt. They asked if I wanted to talk. I told them I need to rest, and we can talk tomorrow. They showed me the room I would be staying in.

            I went in and tried to get as comfortable as possible. I just could not sleep. I laid there for hours. I just kept picturing him getting to me. Finding me and torturing me. I was too anxious but exhaustion hit me in the early morning right before the sun rose and I drifted off into a sleep full of nightmares.