Sacrifice (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter 5

He turned on his heels and walked back up the stairs. He took out a key ring from his pocket and unlocked the door.

As soon as he left, I took the piece of bread from the concrete and set on my tray.. I started to cry.. And here I thought my tear ducts were dry for good.

I nibbled on the bread as I stared at the soup. I saw fingernails and a bandaid in the soup. I shuddered at the thought of even touching the soup.

I set the bread back down and turned around to look out the window.... there was a thick metal bar in the middle of the window with a thick glass screen on the outside.

I looked outside... I saw all the children out and playing. Five boys playing football. Girls laying on blankets gossiping....

A neighborhood so happy, yet they don't know of the psycho with a girl trapped in his basement.

I pondered to myself... As that was all I could do.

Could anyone see me?

How can I escape?

Why me?

I froze as I watched the man walk out from his house in a business suit and a briefcase.

This piece of shit had a job!!!! That gave me plenty of time alone. I could figure a way to escape.

Hope coursed through my veins. I could escape.. I jumped up and down at my thoughts. I was brought back to reality as pain was in my right ankle... The chain.... I had forgotten about it.

With each jump the chain in the wall became loose. I may not be able to get it off my ankle, but I could get it off the wall..

I continued to stare out the window and my plan unravelled... The more I thought, the more I realized.

This plan would take years, if I wanted it to go smoothly...

I had two plans. Plan A and Plan B.

Plan A went a little something like this...

Step One

When he is off at work I would wiggle the metal bar continuously until it became loose enough for me to pull out.

Step Two

When he would come back I would put the metal bar back in place

Step Three

I would have to pick a day where he is gone for a long time and try and break the window

Step Four

Yank the chain out of the wall and climb through the window

Step Five

Run and don't stop

Now Plan B I haven't quite thought of yet... But I'm sure Plan A would work.

I had been so into my daydream I didn't hear all the ticks. Something that sounded like a clock. Until the chime of seven o'clock rang.

This clock I could see without light. It glowed in the dark.

Today Plan A began. I worked out the little details. The first day I would observe. I waited ten hours as he returned home from wherever he went.

I slumped back down as I heard the familiar jingling of his keys.

The light shone through and his dark ego appeared through. Like the devil was allowed to walk through heaven.