I can home tired from my long day shift. I set my keys down on the counter and set my bags down. My home felt a little weird but I brushed it off. I walked upstairs into the bedroom and began preparing for bed. I heard a sound coming from downstairs but I thought nothing of it. I turn up the tv in my bedroom a bit louder than normal. I changed into my pjs, just some tight shorts and a tank top. I heard another noise coming from downstairs. I got up and walked downstairs . I come downstairs to see a man sitting at my kitchen table. He was wearing a ski mask and long black clothes kinda like what you see in the movies. I froze for a second and then we made eye contact. He didn't say anything when he saw me didn't even seem surprised or startled. "Just you here?" I didn't say anything. I back up with my back to the stairs. "Where's your phone?" He asked another question which is when I ran up the stairs. I didn't know if he was following me but I scurried into my bedroom and locked the door. I grabbed my phone and hid in my closet. I dialed 911 but the call wouldn't go through which is when I heard the staticky tv. My phone had no bars and there was no wifi. I was trapped. I didn't know if I should scream or not. Would anyone hear me or help me? Suddenly I heard a loud thud,it was my bed room door being broken into. I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek as I tried to contain my whimpers. I was curled up into a ball on my closet floor. I quickly buried myself under clothes. I heard the loud footsteps coming closer. I silenced my self as the closet door flung open. Immediately I was gripped by my hair. "You need to treat your guest with more respect." I was pushed onto the ground. "Now we can do this the easy way or hard way" I pointed a gun at me. I bursted into tears "Please I don't have a lot but take whatever you need. My wallet is in the bed room. I don't have a lot but I'm sure you can find something." He reached over gripping my hair again and pressed the gun against my forehead. "Easy or Hard" "E-e-easy" my voice was breaking as I felt my world crumbling apart. "Good now let's go downstairs. Get up and walk downstairs." I quickly scrambled to get up and began to slowly walk downstairs. Suddenly I was shoved as I was on the stairs "Shit my ankle" I slowly got up onto my feet as my ankle began to swell. "Learn how to walk" He towered over me as he sat back down on the table placing the gun next to him. "Why don't you make me a meal?" "What?" "You aren't in the position to question me...get to it"
I limp to my kitchen and open up the fridge. I would make him a nice meal then he would let me go simple. I decided to make soul food. Mac and Cheese, candied sweet potatoes, corn bread, collard greens and fried chicken. It took me about an hour and a half before everything was done and I nervously severed it to him. "Why don't you sit down and eat with me?" He gripped the gun and I sat down. I grab a plate and put a small portion on my plate. "I think you can eat more than that" "No" "You said easy way" I quickly put more on my plate before anything happened. I began to stuff my face out of stress and anxiety. Before I knew it this stranger got up and began to fill another plate but it was for me. "Eat up" I began to stuff myself more. Would this be the last meal I ever ate? Before I knew it I was too full. I get up and slowly limp towards the couch. Before I new it I was pushed towards the ground and being pinned to the floor. "When did I say you could get up?" Squirming under him I to get up to no prevail. He suddenly grabbed me by the neck and threw me over his shoulder. "If you want to be brat then I will treat you like one."
