Has it really been 3 years? I. am. so. sorry! Many, many things have happened in the last 3 years and I've always felt so guilty for not completing this story! I actually didn't write anything in that time. But I've felt more like writing lately so I think it's time to get this story finished! Only 3 chapters left to write! I know things might be off but please forgive me!
It didn't work. Not the way he had hoped, anyway. After throwing the chair at the guy Shawn attempted to find a way out. The guy that had taken him was now lying on the floor with a bloody gash in his forehead. Shawn knew he wasn't dead, but he had to get out. This house was so strange! It looked as though everything had been covered up. Where was the door? After looking for about a minute Shawn gave up and decided that the window was his only option. It was dirty and not much of the daylight was coming through, but he knew it was now or never. He picked up what was left of the chair he threw and threw it towards the window. It shattered and just as Shawn stuck his head outside he felt something grab his leg.
"You won't get away from me!" The man was still down on the floor, but he had Shawn's leg in a death grip. He was strong!
Shawn reached for the window hoping to pull himself from the grasp. He cut his hands on the remaining glass but the man pulled him down hard. Then he felt a painful blow to his thigh. It made him collapse on the floor. The man stood up and Shawn saw he had a chair leg in his hand.
"What do you want from me?" Shawn cried.
"I just wanted to have some fun. But I suppose I'll have to start a little early this time." the man reached for Shawn's arm and yanked him up. "You'll have to go back downstairs while I get ready."
"No! No! Help! Help me! Shawn frantically screamed!
"No one will ever hear you!" he said as he opened the basement door. It was the last thing he heard before being tossed down the stairs.