A Room for the Winter
It was 4:00pm on Friday. She was on her way home from work. His heart was pounding as he removed his clothes. He was in the basement. He wasn’t allowed in his room anymore. Hell, he wasn’t allowed out of the basement very often except for school or “Chores” as she called them. He’d be hers until Sunday afternoon when she gave him time to recover and study. He had to get ready. He hoped she’d had a good day. She took out all her frustrations out on him. He thought back a little as he sat on the plastic covered metal framed bed. It was in one corner of the cold damp basement. ...