Assailant (18+) #JustWriteIt

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Here it is, I hope you all enjoy :D

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I wake up looking around. Feeling the cold morning attack me suddenly. I admired the winter very much, but I never was fond of the coldness that came with the beautiful snow and frost that hugged the tree branches. I slowly crawled out of bed. Listening to the empty, silent home. I smiled sitting on the edge of my bed. I dreaded the fact that I had to get out of bed. I could just call in sick... Addilyn would understand, right? While my parents aren't home, I should embrace the fact that I was alone-

I wasn't really alone though... My parents had left me to take care of a prisoner that I had no idea why he was here, and what he did exactly. I slowly stood from my bed throwing the duvet from my lap. I make my way to my closet pulling out some sweatpants and my Ohio state sweatshirt. I quickly throw them on and finishing it off with my fuzzy-home socks. I looked in the mirror. Glancing at my nappy long dark brown hair. The mascara smudged on my cheek. I quickly wipe it off and grab a pony band. I tie it up neatly running my fingers through the soft, silky hair. I push my bedroom door open and walk down the staircase, unwillingly embracing the frigid air. I place my hand on the railing feeling the smooth, wooden texture on my finger tips.

I walk into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. I look around for the bologna and some cheese. I grab the items setting them on the counter-top then moving towards the bread cupboard grabbing some wheat bread. I slap the meat and cheese on some bread and set it neatly on the plate. I always questioned whether or not I should give him more food. I felt inhuman to conduct such things even though I am not the one doing anything to the man. But, there was one thing I wasn't doing that I should. Free him. Let him run off. But I always told myself he was a criminal. And criminals deserve to be put behind bars.. Or did they? Or did he? I ran my fingertip against the basement latch, slowly moving it aside. I open the door peeking in. Noticing the small light given. I flick the staircase light on and slowly march my way down to the prisoner.

With the plate in my hand, and my other hand running against the freezing wall, I come out from behind the corner and notice the man sitting on a bench-bed like object. He raises his eyes up to me as I enter. I purse my lips as I hold the plate slowly moving towards the metal bars that separated me and him. I feel a cold breeze run across my face and realize how freezing it truly is down here. I had forgotten how cold it gets down in the basement during winter. I set the plate down on the floor as I move towards a closet. Opening it and pulling out a heater. I plug it in facing the metal bars turning the power on high. He looks at me raising an eyebrow. I walk back over to his plate and slowly slide it under the metal bars.

"Do you need anything else?" I ask. I could already hear my parents telling me that what I was doing was completely unnecessary. That he was a criminal and that he deserved it. He glanced at me. Looking me up and down. He laughed a little and I raised an eyebrow. "Something funny?" I addressed. He looked at me up and down as he slowly moved towards the floor. I watched as he grabbed the plate, picking up the sandwich and biting into it. He made a face that made me frown. A face of disgust. And I didn't take it too lightly. This man seemed cocky, rude sometimes, but what did he do that made my parents want him held hostage?

Something in my gut made me question him. Was he another piece in the way of my parents goal to move forward in the government? I then realized why he was laughing at me. So I quickly went upstairs, went in my room, reached for a book and my phone, and grabbed a throw blanket. I went back downstairs setting the items on the staircase. I went to the corner of the basement and pulled out a small wooden chair pulling it about 5 feet in front of the metal bars containing the chamber. I grabbed the items and took a seat sitting before him. He watched me closely as I took a seat and began to open my book. I noticed him sliding the plate back under the metal bars. I stood up setting my items on the chair and walking over picking up the plate. I walked upstairs placing the plate in the sink and opening the cabinet. I reached for a small plastic cup. I turned on the sink, pouring him a cup of water. I walk back downstairs, sliding the cup of water under the metal bars.