He laid me on the bed and covered me up, he left a pop and sole crackers on the table. As I heard the door close and lock I jumped up and grab them both and start to eat. After I was done I sat there and fell asleep.
That morning I was woke up to him bringing me breakfast. He laid it on my lap, kissed my head and left. Bacon, eggs and apple juice. As I went to it I threw it back onto the plate. That bastard could have put something in it. I can't eat that! But I was starving. I had no choice. I need the protein. I'm weak as can be. If it's drugged hopefully it kills me. I started to shove food down my throat, as fast as I could. It was so good. I felt like I haven't eaten for weeks.
