Little Sister

Alfred?

I woke up and open my eyes but everything is still dark. I look left and felt something on my head. Did they put a burlap sack on my head? That's so cliché. What even happened? Wait i hear a voice. Is that Uncle Al?

Then everything came back to me. Oh my gosh im a hostage. I have to get out. I need to get out. What will Mat think? Mat. He's probably worried sick. Al sounds closer. I think he's coming to me.

All of a sudden the bag is removed from my head causing my hair to fly in my face. I look up to see Al glaring at me. I freeze up and continue to stare into his eyes. What has gotten into him? I look behind him to see his bosses smirking at me.

"Come on America. Do it already." I see Al's glare falter when he looks back at me. Slowly he raises his hand and I realize what is going on. My eyes grow wide and I start shaking my head, tears welling up in my eyes.

"No," I rasp out, my voice rougher than I thought it would be. His arm jerks a bit and I look at him in realization.

"You don't want to do this. You don't have to do this." This time his eyes widen, but he closes them shut and swings his hand down causing contact with my face. I could tell it wasn't full force though and sadly I wasn't the only one.

"Oh come on I've seen you hit harder than that." America looks back at his bosses, then back at me raising his hand again and bringing down harder. The force of his hit sent me and the chair skidding across the room, smacking me into the wall.

Tears stream down my face, making it hard to see, but I can tell I'm not the only one crying. Tears fill America's eyes to the brim, threatening to tumble over. I look up at him nodding letting him know I was ok.

He mouths the words "I'm sorry" as he walks over to me kicking my stomach. I cough and feel a thick liquid run out of my mouth. The taste of copper made me gag and almost throw up. The pain in my stomach made consciousness almost unbearable, but through all the pain I stayed silent. I don't want Al to feel even worse.

After a while of watching me be beat, Al's bosses got bored of my torture so they left. Leaving Al behind sobbing.

He wipes his tears, not that it changed anything, and walked towards me. He picks up my chair and falls to his knees, resting his head on my knees, continuing to sob.

I reach to his head and pet his hair softly, but he freezes and so do I. I look down at my hands and back at Alfred to see him doing the same.

"How did you...?"

"I don't really know. I guess the rope got cut when the chair was flown backwards." We look back at each other and Al puts his hand on my cheek, staring into my eyes.

"I will find a way to get you out of here safely. I promise." He lets his hand fall from my face as he stands up, wiping his tears. He turns toward the door to leave, but looks back and walks over to a table. He grabs some rope and ties my hands back, then walks out of the room with a serious thinking face on.

Oh Al what do you have planned?