October 10th, 2005
A month in this place, Kylie had learned a lot. Robert was a bad man and Connie was a good woman. When Robert left Connie unlocked the basement door and let Kylie out. Kylie liked that. Today was one of those days. Kylie walked up the stairs and walked out. She smiled when she saw Connie in the kitchen "I'm up." She said
Connie smiled slightly when she saw Kylie appear, "Good morning sweaty" she said.
Kylie climbed up onto the chair, "Is Robert really gone?" She asked
Connie placed her finger up to her mouth, "Shhh..." she said quietly, "He's in living room"
Kylie's eyes widened. "I wanna go back downstairs." She whispered
Connie grabbed hold Kylie's arm gently, "You may not get to come back up here for a while, you understand?"
Kylie bit her lip, "But Robert doesn't like me." She whispered.
"Do you understand me Kylie? You may not get to come back up here for a very, very long time", Connie whispered, trying to make sure Robert was unable to hear her speak.
Kylie's lips began to tremble. "Can I go home then?" She whispered
"Honey, this is your home" Connie smiled, "Did you forget that?"
"In my other house I have a dog." Kylie told Connie
"What other house are you talking about?" Connie asked Kylie
"You know the one with Mommy and Daddy and Joe and Orlando and Sierra and Becky and my doggy." Kylie told her.
"No, No I don't honey." Connie said, reaching into the cabinet, "You've always had only 1 one home."
Kylie sighed deeply as she put her elbows on the table, "My daddy has brown skin and my mommy has long hair."
Connie laughed slightly, "I don't have long hair."
"That's cuz you're not my mommy." Kylie said.
"Kylie, I've always been your mommy"
Kylie giggled softly. "You're so funny." She said, "My mommy and daddy work on sick people."
Connie smirked, "We don't work on sick people sweetheart."
Kylie looked at her, "You're trying to trick me." She said
Connie handed Kylie a plate with a sandwich on it, "No, I'm not" she smiled, "You just have a big imagination."
"I live in New York." Kylie said picking up the sandwich, "You're not my mommy though."
"There you go again, with those tall tales." Connie laughed lightly, walking to the kitchen sink
"I'm not tall." Kylie said. Robert stepped out into the kitchen and looked at Connie, "What's going on here?"
Connie franticly looked up at Robert, "Oh nothing honey, Kylie's just using that imagination of hers again."
"She has always been one for imagination." he said pulling up a chair next to her, "As soon as you finish that, you'll need to go back downstairs."
Kylie sighed, "I don't like it."
"You'll eat, what you've been given." Robert said in an angry tone. Connie always hated it when he raised his voice.
Kylie sighed deeply poking at her sandwich, "Okay." She mumbled picking it up. "Can I go home when im done?"
"You are at home." Robert yelled loudly.
Kylie's lips trembled as tears began to flow freely now, "I w-want my d-daddy!" She wailed.
Robert stood up and stormed out of the room. Connie tried to quite Kylie down, knowing how her cries, angered Robert. "Calm down." she said softly
Kylie jumped off of the chair, "I hate you! I hate you!" She stormed back down the stairs to the basement dungeon she called home. If only her real mommy and daddy could come get her. She knew they didn't hate her and they would take care of her.
October 24th, 2005
How could life get back to normal? Kim and Carlos couldn't understand it. Things were starting to fit back into place and life was starting to get normal again. Although they both still cried themselves to sleep at night. They didn't think that would ever change.
"They're sound asleep." Carlos said closing their bedroom door.
"Good." Kim said closing the magazine she had been reading, "They were extra wild today."
"It's the holiday coming up. The Candy holiday." Carlos chuckled as he crawled into bed.
"Oh how I hate it." Kim said turning the bedside lamp off.
"You hate candy?" Carlos asked.
"I hate restricting the children's intake. They always put up a fight." Kim said cuddling into her husband. They both fell silent. "I found myself in Wal-Mart today looking at a costume to buy Kylie…"
"I did that last week." Carlos said.
"She's loves Halloween so much." Kim whispered before burying her face into his chest, "When is she coming back?" Carlos wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her begin to cry.
"Kim, don't…" he said.
"What am I supposed to do?" Kim sat up, "Our daughter is gone! She's not that Smart girl. She's a Hispanic girl from a low income family. Those don't get press coverage and those are never returned alive."
"Stop it!" Carlos snapped. "She's going to come back to us."
"Dead!" Kim cried. Carlos got out of bed, glaring at his wife.
"DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT!" He yelled, "Don't you EVER say that!"
"What else am I supposed to think, Carlos? She's not here." She said. Carlos grabbed a pillow off of the bed. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to sleep on the couch. I cant take this shit right now." Carlos was fuming.
"What shit? Your wife in pain?" Kim yelled, "That's really good of you carlos."
"No I cant take hearing you giving up." Carlos said.
"I am not giving up." Kim whispered.
"You are too. You're letting the kidnapper win. You're letting him take over our lives." Carlos cried, "Kylie is gone but not dead so stop trying to act like she is."
"Oh that's really low of you." Kim said.
"It's true." Carlos said, "If it wasn't for the other kids, I would leave this house."
"And go where? Tys?" Kim asked. Carlos nodded. "Then go! I don't need you here! The children and I will be fine by ourselves."
"I'm sure you will be." Carlos threw open his closet door and grabbed a couple of shirts.
"You're really going?" Kim asked.
"I'm really going." Carlos Slid his shoes on, "Tell the kids whatever you want."
"Don't go." Kim got out of bed, "Don't go Carlos."
"I'm leaving, Kim. Get your priorities straight." Carlos walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He knew he should probably step up and stay there but he couldn't take it anymore. He lost his daughter once again. But he wasn't giving up like Kim was. He couldn't give up like her. He knew his marriage was getting more and more strained but at this point…he didn't care.
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