Albert
I was tired.
I was hungry.
I was suffocating.
I was afraid of what my brother would do to me.
The air in the cellar was stale, thick with the scent of damp walls and old wood. A single bare bulb flickered above, casting long shadows that danced like ghosts off the walls.
My wrists ached from the restraints. My mouth was dry. But it was my heart that throbbed most.
Footsteps again. I was afraid for I didn't know what to expect any time my brother came down here.
I didn’t call out this time. I just stared as Aiden descended the narrow stairs, holding a tray with a bottle of water and half a sandwich.
My voice was hoarse. “You’re not going to get away with this.”
Aiden set the tray on a crate, keeping his eyes on the floor without saying anything. He stood there for a while a
