Frederick

I woke up in a cell. It was easy to recognize it because I’ve been there multiple times before. It reminded me of the torture I was subject to and how I suffered. I didn’t want to go back. And where was my father?

The cell was dark. I couldn’t see anything. I tried to move my hands but they were tied. I was on a chair. I had to wait for a long time. I lost track of counting. Maybe it was the third time I reached one hundred.

‘This is getting weird. We were with dad and then everything went black. Any idea?’

Yeah, but I don’t wanna say it.

‘Ammm… Yeah. Horrible. Dad is a jerk.’

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. It was behind me and I finally caught sight of a lamp and a desk in front of me. Someone stepped inside. I felt him in my bones. Fucking Frederick.

“Did you have to make my father into a jerk?”

“He understands the consequences, don’t worry?”

Frederick walked around and sat on a chair, not far from me.

“How do you feel?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me that? I fee