Randle grabbed my upper arm, dragged me through the living room, through the kitchen, through the dinning room, then stopped at a door. He unlocked the door, and pulled me down a steep staircase. Like, really steep. Then we reached another door, which Randle had to unlock as well.
"Why would this floor and the ground floor need to be separated by two doors?" I asked myself, afraid to speak out loud.
Randle opened the door, shoving me inside. "Bed, bathroom, closet," he explained, pointing to a cot in the left corner, a door to my right, and a horizontal, metal bar hanging caddy corner to my cot with a box underneath.
Randle walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him, and locking it. My room was pretty depressing. The walls, floor, and ceiling were just gray concrete. And it smelled as if something died in here!
I walked over to the door Randle had pointed to and opened it. A cracked sink was to my immediate left, with a disgusting looking toilet right next to it. A small shower was to my right. The walls and ceiling were still concrete, but the floor was a garyish sort of tile that was chipped in most places. It looked as if these rooms hadn't been used in years!
I didn't have a clue what time it was. It had to at least be four o'clock in the afternoon, but I was exhausted.
I laid down on the cot, closing my eyes. The cot felt so grimy and dirty. "Home sweet home, "I whispered to myself before drifting off to sleep.
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A/N
Sorry for the really short chapter, I'll try to update soon!
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