Allison Brennan - Silenced

“We have to go,” Ivy said, weary and emotionally drained.

“No!”

Maddie never defied her. Ivy didn’t know what to say, but stared at her friend.

“Jocelyn is trying to help,” Maddie pleaded. “You said so yourself. Why would you run away now? Why do you have to do everything yourself?”

Because there’s no one else.

“I have to get Mina,” Ivy said. “Nicole left her with Marti. They might be in danger, too. Don’t you get it? Wendy and Nicole are dead . I don’t want anything to happen to you or anyone else.” Or Sara. God, what have I gotten her into?

“Wendy’s dead, too?” Maddie shook her head, her hands covering her face.

Dammit, Ivy, you are full of tact!

She spoke softly. “I just saw it on the news. I’m sorry, Maddie.” Ivy had to be strong for all of them. She had to remember that they’d been through hell, but she’d been the one to get them out.

She just didn’t know if she could save them all this time. Her conscience weighed so heavy, she wished she could click her heels together and go anywhere else.

Anywhere but home.

A card key slid into the slot, a computerized whoosh releasing the latch. The door opened into the hotel room. Heart racing, Ivy reached into her backpack for her gun.

“It’s me,” Jocelyn said. She put a large bag of takeout on the table next to the door. “I brought my husband, Chris.”

A man stepped in behind Jocelyn. He was of average build with a baby face and kind eyes.

Ivy stared at Jocelyn. She’d promised to protect Sara, but Ivy couldn’t expect Chris Taylor to keep the secret.

“Let’s sit down and discuss the situation,” Jocelyn said. “You’re in danger. Your sister is in danger.”

“Don’t do that. It’s complex.”

Chris said, “I can arrange-”

Ivy cut him off. “Nicole is dead!”

Jocelyn looked stricken, she walked over to her and took her hands. Ivy shook her off and felt bad about it, but she was in no mood to be coddled. Jocelyn wasn’t wanted for felony kidnapping. Jocelyn didn’t have a killer after her.

Ivy had been responsible for herself since she was fourteen, she didn’t even know how to accept help. She’d tried, and look where she was? Her makeshift family separated. Two friends dead. Kerry not returning her calls. What if she was dead, too?

“Ivy, are you sure? I didn’t hear anything about it on the news-”

“I’m very sure.”

“Then we really do need to call the police.”

“No, no, no!” Ivy rubbed her temples. She didn’t know what to do.

“They’re not going to send Sara back to a man who raped her.”

“You don’t know my father,” Ivy said through clenched teeth.

Everyone was looking at her, looking at her to make the decision. Looking at her for answers. She had none. What had she and Wendy started? What had seemed like a brilliant idea to earn money to buy her and Sara new identities and a home in Canada had blown up. Wendy was dead. The money was gone. Ivy was responsible for three needy teenagers and no way to keep them from harm.

Sara stepped out of the adjoining room and said, “Ha-Ivy? What’s wrong?”

Jocelyn said quietly, “Let’s talk about this tonight. Chris knows people who can fix this. We can protect you all.”

Except they’d call her father. Sara, the one person who needed protection the most, would be sent back into the lion’s den.

Ivy had only one idea, and she prayed to the Lord to give her this one request. For Sara.

“On one condition,” Ivy said. “I have a place where Sara will be safe. I’ll take her there. We keep her completely out of this, pretend she doesn’t exist, then I’ll talk to the police.”

Jocelyn glanced at her husband and they shared something unspoken.

“Please,” Ivy begged. “They can’t protect Sara.”

“If Sara testifies against him-”

“Those are my terms. I want this all to stop. I’m so tired, Jocelyn.” Her voice cracked.

Sara started to cry. Ivy took a deep breath. She couldn’t be weak now. “It’s not just Nicole,” she said. “Wendy is dead, too.”

“Wendy?” Jocelyn questioned. “Who’s that?”

“Wendy James. It’s all over the news.”

Chris’s eyes widened. “Congressman Crowley’s mistress ?”

“Mistress? Hardly. You asked a long time ago how I got into this business,” Ivy said to Jocelyn. “It was through Wendy. We used to be partners.”

Chris frowned and sat on the couch. Ivy ignored him and turned to Jocelyn. “I’m going to take Sara to the only person I can trust, then I’ll talk to the police. I need a couple of hours.”

Jocelyn handed Ivy her car keys. “Call me for anything. We’ll wait here.”

“I destroyed my phone-I was afraid whoever killed Nicole might have some way of finding me.”

Chris asked, “How do you know Nicole is dead?”

“A man answered her phone when I called. He told me she was dead.”

Maddie stifled a cry and ran from the room. Ivy wished she could talk to her, but she had no time.

“Take mine.” Jocelyn handed her the cell phone. “I’ll call you from Chris’s phone.”

“Thank you.” She hugged her. Suddenly, she didn’t want to go. She wanted Jocelyn and Chris Taylor to make all the decisions. For once, she wanted someone else to tell her the right thing to do.

For once, she wanted someone else to protect her.

Over Jocelyn’s shoulder Ivy saw her sister, so sheltered and vulnerable and not deserving any of this.

She stepped away from Jocelyn and cleared her throat. “I won’t be long.”

Maddie didn’t like hearing Jocelyn and Chris arguing. Chris didn’t want to wait to call the police; Jocelyn wanted to give Ivy until morning.

She interrupted, “I’m going to take a bath, is that okay?”

Jocelyn nodded. “Of course, Maddie. Are you hungry?” She gestured toward the bags of food.

She shook her head and tried to smile, but it felt like a crooked frown.

She picked up her backpack and took it into the bathroom and closed the door. The suite had a large, oval-shaped bathtub that she could easily sink into. She turned on the water and stripped. Steam rose and began to fog the mirror. Good. She didn’t want to look at herself, knowing what she was going to do.

From the very bottom of her backpack, with her tampons and birth control bills and condoms, she pulled out a small tin. Ivy had searched her room many times for drugs, and Maddie had gotten better about hiding them.

It wasn’t like she was taking them all the time. She really wanted to make Ivy proud of her, to stay off the stuff, to help.

But what could she do? Ivy was the strong one. She kept them in the pretty house, made sure they had clients who didn’t hurt them, had found ways to make more money than Maddie could have imagined when she first started hooking to support her drug habit.

She didn’t want to be that desperate girl again, selling her body for drugs. But Ivy’s priority was her sister. Maddie wouldn’t be surprised if Ivy never came back. If she just disappeared with Sara.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She opened the tin. Six little blue pills left. She took two, swallowed them with water from the sink. The phones sat dead at the bottom, reminding her that Nicole was also dead.

The tub filled quickly, and Maddie turned off the water. It was too hot; she waited a minute for the water to cool and the happy pills to work.

She leaned against the bathroom door.

Jocelyn and Chris were still talking.

“You can’t trust her,” Chris said.

“She’s just like me.”

“No she’s not!” Chris said something else, quietly, that Maddie couldn’t hear. Then she caught, “… never have done that.”