Liars: A Story of Your Not-So Average Teen

Chapter 5

     I wake up in chains on a semi-comfortable bed. My wrists are chained together behind my back and my feet are chained to the bed post. The bed is bolted to the ground so there was no way for me to get free. The chain on my feet is long enough to move around the room, but not to go out the door. It’s dark but my eyes have always been able to see well in the dark. The room has no windows. There is only one door which is completely made out of what looks like steel. The walls are painted a dark red and the floor is hardwood.

    I hear a clank like a deadbolt unlocking and look over at the door. It opens and a man steps inside. He’s tall with lean muscles. His dark brown, almost black, hair is slicked back except one stray piece that added to his handsomeness. His eyes are a haunting green, just like mine and my father’s. Could he be related to me? He’s carrying a tray with a glass of water and a few pieces of bread on it. I guess that’s for me. 

     “Father told me to bring this to you,” he said in distaste, obviously not liking that he was the one that had to do such a menial task. He takes out a key and unlocks the chains around my wrist, he then places the tray in front of me and leaves. The sound of the deadbolt being locked echoes through the room again.

     I sigh and mumble, “Thanks.” I know he can’t hear me but oh well. 

     I pick up one of the slices of bread and start nibbling on it, trying to make it last because I feel as though this will be the only food I’m getting for a while. 

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     What seems like a few hours later I hear the deadbolt slide open once again. The door opens to reveal the man from before. He approaches me with a pair of handcuffs in his hands. I scoot away as well as I can from him. The next thing I know he has his hands around my neck, holding me against the wall.

     “Don’t piss me off any more than your presence already does or you’ll regret it,” he tells me. I glare at him, not being able to speak with his hands strangling my throat. His eyes turn red and throws me against the far wall. I gasp as my back hits the wall, knocking the breath out of me.  He flits across the room again, too fast for my eyes to see. The man presses my face against the ground, bringing my hands behind my now exposed back and handcuffs then. He undoes the chains on my feet. He grabs my arm bringing me to a standing position and drags me forward to the door. 

     I stumble trying to get my footing. “Where are you taking me?” I ask as we walk down the dim lighted hall.

     He scowls but answers my question anyway. “Father told me to retrieve you. He has something to tell you apparently.”

     “Oh,” I reply, not really having anything to say. I didn’t want to anger him anymore with questions. We continued to walk down the hallway in silence. The carpet beneath our feet was red with a black pattern of sorts. The walls are the same as the room I am being kept in. 

     A few minutes later we stop in front of a large wooden double door. I take a deep breath.