The Dying Generation

Chapter Five

Alton 👆🏻
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The door slammed into the wall suddenly, making me jump up in surprise and flinch when I felt a pain erupt in my stomach.

"Alton, where is the-" Cedric began, sounding panicked until his eyes fell on me. His muscles relaxed as he sighed.
"Alton, what is she doing out here? Why is she not in the box?"

"She was having a nightmare, she was crying in her sleep. I don't know.." Alton groaned sleepily, rolling over. I could feel the bed shift a little beneath me as his body turned over in bed, pulling the blankets over his head.

Cedric huffed, beginning to march up to me.
I shifted nervously in my spot, seeing him come up to me so quickly with a little frustration in his eyes.

His right hand quickly came around me, causing me to nervously gasp. I held my arms up to me with my forearms together, my hands right below my chin.
He picked me off of the bed, holding me in a fist.

Alton shifted in bed again. sitting up. His hair was a mess, blocking out his brown eyes. His eyes kept glancing to me and to his Father, his mind slowly processing what was going on.
"What are you going to do with her?"

"She's going back to her box." Cedric began to exit the room.
I squirmed in his fist, freeing my arms from the awkward position.
I didn't want to go back! I felt like an animal, a prisoner, I guess in this world that's all I'll ever be.
Cedric walked into the other section of the basement where the prison sat. Alton walked calmly out of his room that was in one section of the basement which was split into two.

"Dad, why don't we get her something to eat first before locking her back up?"

Cedric turned back around to face his son.
"You know as well as I that she should not be out here like this, she needs to be in her area as much as possible."

"But she doesn't like it." Alton suddenly said, keeping his eyes locked on his Father.
"We could at least give her a little time out of it, give her a little bit of freedom."

Cedric opened his mouth to say something but Alton spoke first before Cedric could.
"Anyways, it's not like she could go far. With that ankle, she's technically grounded."

Cedric stared at his boy, narrowing his eyes, finally giving in to Alton's demands.
"Fine," He dumped me into the teen's hand.
"Just for breakfast." He stressed, making sure Alton was looking him in the eye and getting every word he was saying.
"Then she has to go back to her box." He turned away, marching up the stairs.

I tried to push myself back up, Alton's hand that was underneath me cupped. His other hand came up and also cupped around me, putting me closer to his body so I was a little secure.

I stared up at him, while he kept his eyes ahead to where he was going.

"Thank you.." I whispered.

His eyes glanced down to me, hearing my small voice but looked back up ahead, not saying a word.

I couldn't see where we were heading, his hands blocked my view. But the lighting had gotten brighter when we excited the basement area. I squinted my eyes in reaction to the brighter light but quickly adjusted to it. Suddenly, Alton's hands unraveled from me.
I was placed on a table, looking around the room appeared to be the kitchen.