Heavy Hands (frerard)

Chapter 35

My stomach was growling, I was a lot hungrier now. It's been two or three days probably, it's hard to tell. But I was hungry. God, hungry. What I wouldn't do for some cake from the bakery.

I opened my eyes when I heard the door open. I sat up looking up at Sleepy nervously. I was just tired and if I couldn't go home then I would rather just be left alone down here, no matter how scary it was here. I couldn't even cry anymore.

"Let me go home," I begged, my voice cracking.

Sleepy raised his eyebrows with a smirk. Oh god, they all had those same smirks and I hated it so much.

"Are you going to eat?" He asked.

I shook my head and he sighed before leaving. I sniffled, laying on my back awkwardly on my tied hands, closing my eyes. I ignored it when the door opened again but then freezing cold water was dumped on me.

"You smell like piss," Sleepy said before dropping the bucket and leaving again.

I licked my lips and let out a little whimper. I looked down, seeing the pool of water on the concrete floor. For a moment I thought about drinking it before shaking my head. It was on a dirty floor and was mixed with my urine. He was right, it did smell like piss in here but there really wasn't anything that I could do to help that. I was sat here in my own piss, nothing but miserable and humiliated.

I tried sitting up but I was tired. I picked myself up after a small struggle, looking at the bucket. There was still some water left at the bottom. I shook my head, turning away. I couldn't take anything from them, I had to wait until I got back to Frank. Would I go back to Frank after everything that I've learned? Was any of it even actually true? It couldn't be.

I took a few deep breaths, looking behind me to try and see my bound wrists. It was just out of my line of vision and I closed my eyes. I tried my best to just imagine myself somewhere else but I was tired. I curled up against the cold wall, which I was becoming more used to. Maybe this was just my fate, maybe I was never going to leave here again. I would be stuck here because the police was never going to come, Frank wouldn't risk getting in trouble even just to save my own life.

I was tired and dizzy, I wanted to go home. I wanted to see Mikey and make sure that he's okay. He had to be okay, I don't know what I would do if he wasn't. He was my little brother and although we argued I loved him so much, I didn't want anything to happen to him. What if he was okay? What if he was in the hospital and he was wondering where I was? Would Frank tell him the truth or would he just tell another lie?

I was so tired, I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't. I just stared at the wall in front of me, my head pounding. I would love to have some tylenol right now, I would love anything to make me better. I pulled my knees up to my chest before laying back down on my side. My arms and my legs hurt, I hadn't been able to move them properly for so long.

It was a few hours before the door opened again and I let out a whimper when I saw the camera again. Someone grabbed my arm, pulling me to sit up. I sniffled, staring at the camera that was turned on and I saw the laptop that I knew was calling Frank.  I didn't know if I was scared of hearing his voice again or if I wanted to have that comfort again.

"Baby!" Frank gasped. "Oh, Baby, it's okay."

I looked down, closing my eyes. There was a moment of comforting relief but then the questions just filled my brain again and I wasn't sure if I could actually trust him as much as I thought I could.

"Baby, it's okay, I'm gonna get you back," he said softly.

"You know what we want," Grumpy said.