Tag: he's havin' a rough month x 1

It was the sound of footsteps that woke him…heavy footsteps, two pairs. Something he was becoming all too familiar with.

Whoever they sent down to patch him up when they were done with him? That person had very light steps. 

The one who did all the talking? He had heavy footsteps, though not quite as distinct as the one who tended to do the hitting. Sometimes they came down together, sometimes the ‘talks’ happened, and then the consequences later when they thought he wouldn’t be expecting it. The joke was on them…he was starting to always expect it.

He heard the creak of the door opening and tried to force his eyes open…between whatever potion they were forcing down his throat every day and the swelling it -...