Assailant (18+) #JustWriteIt

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I watched him examine the water before picking it up and sipping it. I could tell that he was wise. Was he just regaining energy for a planned escape? I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to be inhuman like my parents. There was something about him that was different from all of the other subjects. I noticed he was very quiet. He hasn't said a word about anything. But, that was my plan. I was going to assure him that he could trust me. I wanted to know more. If i was going to free a possible criminal. I needed to know everything about him. My thoughts were quickly ended as I heard my phone ring, I walked over to the chair picking up my phone.

Addilyn

I swiped my phone answering it. I walked upstairs responding with a hello.

"Hey Addilyn, what's up?" I answer.

"Ellie, where are you?" she quickly asks.

"I am at home. I decided to take care of a few chores. My parents left once again so I am stuck taking care of the house." I added. I knew the next question she was going to ask immediately after I told her.

"You're home alone and you didn't even bother to ask me if I would like to come over!" she burst out. I rolled my eyes at her response.

"Listen, I am not sure. I will have to think about it. You know how my parents are about letting anyone over while they're gone.." I argued. She huffed at my response. "But, hey I have to go. I have to finish cleaning the.. bathroom." I lied.

"Mmk. Well. I guess I'll see you whenever." she breathed. I knew she wasn't happy and before I could say bye, she hung up. I set my phone on the counter top before I walked back downstairs. I noticed he was sitting there. Except he was missing his shirt. I noticed bandages wrapping around his torso. I gasped noticing the blood seeping from the bandages. I stayed silent. I watched as he slowly unwrapped the bandages setting them aside neatly. He kept his back to me, hiding the wound. I grabbed the heater turning the power off and reaching for my blanket and book. I made my way upstairs flicking the light off and shutting the door behind me. I latch it tightly. I quickly make my way upstairs to my bedroom grabbing my sneakers slipping them on. I grab my purse putting it around my shoulder. I walk downstairs running my fingers against the railing. I wasn't allowing this man to sit in pain, my parents were probably oblivious to the mans' wounds. I grab my phone off the counter throwing it in my purse. I reach for the ring of keys hanging on a metal hook by the door. I already heard the nagging of my parents in my head, saying that everything that I was doing was unnecessary and that he doesn't deserve any special treatment as I walked out the door locking it behind me. But that was the thing. I wasn't normal. I wasn't like my parents.

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Prisoner's POV

My body ached as I unwrapped the bandages from my body. I was curious about the girl. Why she gave me the heater, why she even fed me. I was used to being parched and starved to death. Her parent's constantly questioned me, and I expected that girl to do the exact same. I noticed how she went on with her day. She would enjoy what she was given. Even though she knew how her parents were. She accepted it, she was so naive. I started to fear for her. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. If it was all just fake. That none of it was real. Maybe she really was like her parents. I wanted to find out myself. I set my bandages aside listening to her feet hit the ground as she rushed out of the basement.

I heard the door shut and listened as my heart broke when the latch slapped the door. I was sitting there, once again in the darkness. No one there. But, this was nothing. This is an everyday normal for me. I'd go through hell everyday in my life. And, I have yet to find something or someone that changes it. I stood up slowly struggling, I gripped onto the metal bars. I picked up the small plastic cup sipping from it. I smiled as I downed the liquid that soothed my throat. I stood there in silence, my wound open and free no longer being suffocated. I removed my boots allowing my aching feet to be free. The house so silent, I heard a door open and slam. I questioned if it was him. I had stood there for a while. Allowing my legs to stretch. I listened as the latch was removed and the door opened. I looked at the shadow making its way down the staircase. I noticed it was her by the shadow's curves, and the way she made her way down the staircase. She came out from behind the wall, holding a plastic bag along with a cup with a straw poking out from the cup.