The Werewolf in the Basement

The Werewolf in the Basement ~3

Chapter 3

Annabell's P.O.V.

I watched the boy look on in amazement as I turned on the flashlight. I realised the he might not have seen much light before.

I felt sorry for him, to be stuck down here his whole life not understanding anything. I want to help him but I have no idea how. I'll teach him words but I don't know much and I could give him food whenever I can but that wont be much. I guess I'm not much help.

"This is a flashlight. Flashlight." I say showing him the flashlight.

"Flashlight." He whispers with the hint of a smile on his face.

After 2 hours I had thaught him body parts and stuff around the room, just the walls and chains and stuff. The mysterious werewolf boy seemed eager to learn and I think he liked the non-violent company but I'm probably wrong. Who would want my company anyways?

I heard the click as the door opened. I jumped wondering if this would be a bad day.

The large man made his way down the stairs, making them creek ominously.

As he made his way towards us, I heard the clink of the boy's chains as he took a step back.

He came closer and grabbed me by the hair and propelling me forward into the wall just out of reach of the 6'2" boy. He came at me then, throwing kicks and punches in every direction.

I curled into a ball and waited for him to finish. I heard chains clink in the distance but it didn't register in my aching head.

He finished, it seemed for the moment. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out. Pain shot through my body from the early morning beating.

My 'father' left me on the kitchen floor probably expecting breakfast fit for a king in less than 10 minutes. I put my hand to my head and felt blood trickle down my hand. I caught the edge of my dirty, raggy dress and wiped my face. When I looked there was blood but I've gotten so used to it.

That's life. Some people are likable and get the easy life, some just have a bad personality and get the bad sort of life. And then there are people who are just unlucky, like the guy in the basement. I don't think he deserves it, that anyone deserves a life like that.

The day goes by like any other. Beatings, insults, work, pain.

It's the end of the day and I'm going down to the basement to give the werewolf his food.

I think I'll teach him what the food is. I thought as I made my way over to him.

As I made my way over with the food and water in 1 hand and the flashlight in the other, I saw him there, pulling against the chains looking anxious.

I saw pain and worry in his eyes. I was compelled to go to him, wanting to comfort him. I went close and put the everything that was in my hand down. Leaving the flashlight standing so the light was in the direction of the ceilling.

He didn't even glance at the food but kept his eyes on me. I went up to his chest and he backed away. I took another step towards him and he wrapped his arms around me.

I tensed up for a moment and then relaxed in his caring arms.

It felt nice to not be scared, to feel safe and warm.

When I realised what was happening I pulled away. I was shocked. How could I have let my guard down like that?

He could have hurt me!

But...he didn't.

Why? Why hasn't he hurt me? Why was he more interested in me than the food? He must be hungry, I know I am.

I look up at him, see his sad eyes.

"Sorry." I say, hating the hurt in his eyes. "Ok...I haven't got much time down here. Oh! Here's your food." I said pushing the bowls towards him.

"Food" I say pointing at the food and then pointing at the water. "Water"

He smiles and starts eating hungrily.

When he's finished, he stands and passes the bowls to me. Reaching out to touch.

I look down and an idea pops into my head.

"Me" I say pointing to myself. "Annabell"

"My name is Annabell." He looks slighty confused.

"Me Annabell." It seems to click with him.

"Annabell." He says, putting out his hand.

I step towards him, closing the distance slowly. When I get to within reach I am surrounded by his warm, strong and gentle arms.

I think I'm beginning to trust him. That scares me because I've never even considered trusting someone.

It goes on like this for a week. Me getting hurt during the day and then going down to him. Big contrast, like 2 different worlds. I don't know but something draws me to him. In that week i taught him loads and he seems to understand a lot more than before. I don't know what will happen...

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