Love Gone Wrong

Wake up Call

I woke up to the squeaking sounds of the floor boards under his heavy heeled boots. I pictured him moving as I heard him walk to the door of the room and open it. He slowly walked down the stairs, "Get up." He demanded. I quickly arose and came to my feet. He turned on the lights and handed me a bowl with two pieces of bread in it and a glass of water. I took the bowl and ate the bread. It was stale and old, but i still ate as if I were a lion eating a gazalle. It left a soar taste in my mouth, so I took the cup and gulped all the water down to rid the taste. As he took the dishes away from me I looked at his eyes. They were filled with anger and hate. The same way they looked when I first got here.
"How long has it been since my last meal." I asked. At that moment I realized that wasn't a good idea. He became angry and struke me with his hand. I fell on the floor crying and dripping blood from my mouth.
"Dont speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?"
I was afraid to speak, I was afraid to move, so I just stood there. Staring into his eyes desperately wanting him to leave. As if he sensed what I was thinking he turned on the heels of his boots and proceeded to return upstairs. I didn't know how long I had been there but I do know I had one thing on my agenda; to leave. If only I had listened to a Damon, then I wouldn't be in this basement. I wouldn't be fearing for my life, or covered in dirt every night, starving. I would be in my nice mansion, safe and without a worry. I would have endless amounts of food anytime I wanted. And as for sleeping I would be in a cozy bed everynight. But the day I met this man is when my life change for the worse. That man who went by the name of Joseph Bullard.