Based off of the short story: We Don't Talk About Sarah
Warning: kidnapping, child-abuse, Arthur whumpage
I'm not very fond of this chapter, it's kind of a filler. I'll write the next one and post it as soon as I can.
We Don't Talk About Uncle Francis
Chapter 6: What Am I Missing?
Alfred: 11 ~~ Matthew: 11 ~~ Arthur: 11
Point of View: Arthur
The second that Alfred and Matt walked away from the table and into their rooms, I ran. I could hear Francis close behind as I desperately pulled at locked windows and doors.
"No! No!" I shouted frantically trying to unlock a door with trembling hands.
His hands wrapped around me and covered my mouth. I flailed in his grasp as he lifted me off the floor. I knocked over anything I could reach trying frenziedly to get the attention of anyone. I was dragged into the basement, over to the metal beam in the middle of the room.
As soon as he took off the hand that covered my mouth, I screamed, "Help me!" He grasped my wrist tightly and snapped a metal cuff around it.
I struggled but he grabbed my other wrist. I was slammed up against the beam, my arms stretched out before me as my wrists were cuffed together. I pulled against the restraints and shook my head to avoid the piece of cloth Francis was trying to wedge between my lips. He tied it behind my head tightly forcing my jaw open as it slipped into my mouth. He left me down there, alone in the dark musty cellar. The metal cut into the skin on my wrists sticking to my skin as it ran down my arms and dripped to the floor.
Within the hour, I found myself weak and fatigue. The pancakes I had eaten had been the first food I had consumed since I was brought here. It hadn't been enough. I crumbled to the floor, eyes tear-filled as I rested my head against the pillar. My breathing was ragged and heavy. I wasn't sure how much time passed as I waited for their return. Well, Alfred's return. His return and the small amount of freedom that came with it.
The second that Francis returned and released the handcuffs, I bolted up the stairs. I went from room to room looking for the blonde I had grown close to. He wrapped my wrists in bandages.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. Of course I wasn't alright. I just wanted to be held and told that everything was going to be okay. And Alfred did just that.
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