Hidden In Plain Sight

Hazel had been stuck in this basement for what felt like weeks. She strained her bloodshot, sleep deprived eyes to the window that let in little slivers of orange and yellow rays of sun during the day, and darkness during the night, if she closed her eyes and slowed her labored breathing, licking her lizard skinned lips she could almost feel the moon dancing across her skin. Her eyes snapped open as she heard the earth shattering sound of the basement stairs sinking under the heavy boot of the man who's face held a five o'clock shadow every time he came as if his beard refused to grow anymore past that. His big accident prone hands that reached out and to stroke her skin leaving a trail of regret and misery. His large green eyes staring at her, his goofy lopsided toothy smile. He was here.

"I have someone for you."

And he had brought company.