Dove's Cry The Series

I have been locked in this room all my life. It's not too bad I suppose.

I have a bathroom, a nice bed; it's pretty big and every once and a while the voice from the vent slides books and paper down.

The hardest part of living here is the man. He's loud and very bossy, he is always telling me how to speak, sit, and eat unlike the woman. She's comforting, she says she was just like me and that it gets better.

The woman taught me many things over the years; she has taught me how to bathe and brush my hair and teeth. She also taught me how to dress myself and simple common knowledge.

The woman is very beautiful. She has long curly, black hair that she always wears in a ponytail that falls down her back, and her skin was a beautiful porcelain complexion, and she has big blue eyes filled with kindness, and with an amazing smile almost always plastered onto her face.

She doesn't come by as often anymore, so she must be very busy.

Suddenly I heard a bang from the air vent, the voice must have sent me another gift, I ran over to the vent and slowly opened it.

It was another book; I'm so excited to read it. I whispered a thank you to the voice before reading the cover which read 'The Mocking bird'.

The door knob rattled and I quickly ran to my bed and hid it under the blanket, I sat down before the door opened wide, showing the very drunk, plump, man full of anger; the woman behind him with fear instead of her usual smile.

"Are you stealing things you little bitch?" The man screamed stalking toward me raising his hand.

The woman ran in between us with her arms raised toward him.

"Don't hit her, she's still learning she doesn't know any better," She cried.

"You're right, I should hit you!" He sputtered yelling, and back handed her making her fall in a clump beside me, he pointed his chubby finger at me.

"Next time that will be you," He spat glassy eyed and walked out with a slam of the door behind him.

I went to her side as she slowly got up holding her hand to her face with tears in her eyes, quickly wiping them away.

She placed a hand on her swollen stomach and took a shallow breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"Why are you stealing books, if you would have asked I would have brought them down," She said gently.

"Stealing books?" I questioned my lack of understanding.

"Yes, taking them when they aren't yours," The woman replied.

"I haven't, the voice gives them to me. I thought they were gifts," I told her truthfully.

"What voice?" She asked.

I pointed toward the vent, she walked toward the vent and opened it looking through.

"I'm sorry, I would have never taken them if I knew," I looked down in guilt.

"No, it's not your fault, as I said you haven't learned any better." She placed her hand on my head.

I looked at her stomach, and back at her face.

"Are you," Before I finished she nodded with a small smile on her face.

"Yes, I'm pregnant," She said, rubbing her belly.

"How far along are you?" I asked quietly.

"Three months," She sniffled.

"Is that why you haven't been down in a while?" I asked.

"Yes and Alistair wouldn't allow me," she explained.

"why not?" I asked, upset.

"It's because I'm bonding with you," she trailed off.