I wake up to the sound of the treading boots dragging their way down the stairs. The man is coming. I hear him messing with the keys and unlocking the locks. He opens the door and looks at me with a sparkle in his eyes. He walks over to me and sits on the ground close nearby.
"How do you feel about your clothes and sleeping situation right now?" he asks me politely. I look at him with fear. I don't know what a good response would be.
"I'm sorry?" I ask in confusion. Happy I finally talked he responds, "Do you want me to get you a bed and some warmer clothes?" Shocked with his niceness I reply with caution. "I would like a pair of pants and a sweatshirt. Maybe even a pillow and blanket if that would be okay." "Of course I'll go get them right now. Here's some water and food," he handed to me, being careful he didn't spill the food.
"I want to make sure you're as comfortable as you can be.," he says to me with pride in his voice.
After the days I have been here I figured if I want to live, I'm going to have to abide by his rules. I've never liked being controlled by another person but as it seems right now, I'm going to have to listen to this gut-clenching wreck of a man. Who could possibly be so lonely they have to take other people?
I've had so much time to think that I think I know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. If I even have one that is. I honestly feel so hopeless but I know that I need to remain strong. Right now hope can't even save me.
I finally lay in a position that's at least the slightest bit comfortable. So many possibilities and memories run through my head. All of the things I wish I could've done differently and now I might not ever get to.
Suddenly I hear boots. It's him. Stomping down the stairs with so much pace. Almost like he's a child doing a happy dance when they get something I want. I wish I could do a happy dance right now. There's nothing happy about what's happening. This probably isn't the worst yet. The sound of the jiggling keys snaps me out of the spiraling hole which consumes my mind.
I sit up with stiffness and prepare for whatever is to come. The middle-aged man walks in with many blankets and a pillow. "This should be good enough for now," he says with excitement. He sets down a pile of blankets, a pair of pants and hoodie, and a pillow. I say thank you and he smiles proudly down to me.
"I have a bed ordered for you guys!" he exclaims. You guys? What does he mean? Am I not the only one? Scared, I replied, "Thank you so much sir. I hope it comes in soon." I'm so confused as to what is happening.
He looks at me in a way that has me frightened. Like he just can't wait to do something. "Well I better get headed off. I hope next time I'm back we can have a little talk about our lives," he exclaims walking towards the door. He closes the door and I hear the locks clicking me into despair.
One, two, three, four. Four locks. I need to figure out a way to unlock them. I hear a dog bark. Suddenly a truck door slams. He's leaving. I hear the engine start up and I listen for him to leave. The tires roll against the rocks crushing them like he's doing to me.
I wait a few minutes just to make sure I don't hear anything. Outside it's dead quiet. I could hear a pin drop. I wish I had a pin, maybe I could use it to my advantage.
Consumed with thoughts I begin to let my mind wander. Sir isn't here anymore and he usually comes every 12 hours or so. I close my eyes and dream of the life I had before.
In my mind I see the white fence that stops before my driveway. My red house sticks out like a sore thumb compared to the gray and white house that lines the road of my childhood. I see my window on the second floor. Inside my room is a million pieces of art and plants that I used to love. I can't allow myself to love anything about my past anymore. If I love something I'm going to miss it and then I'm just going to get myself into a slump.
I continue thinking about anything that will keep my mind off of right now. I feel myself drift into a slumber. I lay with such relief now that I finally have a pillow and some blankets. I'm much warmer than I was before and I'm so very thankful.
boom and there's chapter 3
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