Grayson's Attacks: A Narrative Fiction

“Grayson! Gray, listen to me!” I urged him, trying to snap him out of his fit of terror. His head swung in my direction. “Just calm down. Everything will be fine. I’ll get us out of here.” I promised.
Dad was usually the one who dealt with Grayson’s attacks, also, like Grayson, both my hands and feet were tied together tightly which greatly restricted my movements. Luckily, my words had a slight effect on him, as his breathing slowed down. However, this didn’t last long, because a few seconds later, the wooden door creaked open and in stepped a large figure.
The darkness prevented me from identifying any of his facial features, but the loud stomps of his enormous feet were enough to send my nerves into a frenzy. His massive body towered over my puny figure as he bent down and untied my hands. Suddenly, Grayson’s soft whimpers cut through the thick silence that had surrounded us, which apparently upset the hefty man who spun around in a surprising swiftness and without warning swung his fist back and punched Grayson squarely in the face. …show more content…
Immediately, I rushed to my brother, who was still tied up and had fallen onto his back. I helped him back up and inspected his bloody face, wincing at the obviously dislocated bone in his nose. As soon as I untied his feet and hands, Grayson wrapped his arms around me, burying his bloody, tear-stained face in my shoulder. I held him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering words or reassurance, although at this point, the bright light at the end of this dark tunnel was growing dimmer. After a few minutes, we stood up and roamed around the tiny space, in hopes of finding an escape. However, with no windows and the door tightly locked, our hope was dwindling and my claustrophobia was starting to work