New short
It was the middle of the night, a storm raged above the Perth sky, Viciously pelting the suburb of Ellenbrook with rain. Comfortably laying asleep in bed, Brayden cuddled into his blankets undisturbed. He had always found the sound of a storm soothing as strange as it may seem but he was about to be disturbed. There was a sudden and deafening clap of thunder that shook windows and sent the neighbouring dogs into a frenzy. It was at moment that Brayden began to stir. His eyes unwillingly flickered open. He let
Out a pleasurable moan as his stretched out his arms and legs. He rolled onto his side and received his iPhone from the nightstand. The screen woke and illuminated his young, smooth face temporarily blinding him in the process. He squinted his eyes and was able to get a glimpse of the time. 3:02am. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and sat up sliding his legs out from the blankets and dangling them off the edge of the bed. He stood up slowly and made his way to his bedroom door when he heard the sound of glass smashing. He was instantly startled, his heart skipped a beat, it was like he had been thumped in his chest. He knew full well he was alone in the house, Brayden, a single child, had been allowed
To stay home alone by his father while he attended to urgent business in Esperance, a small seaside town 8 hours south of Perth, for the weekend.
Quickly coming to the conclusion that he was just being paranoid he stood out into the hall and was moving towards the bathroom when he saw a beam of light from a flash light coming up the stairs.
For the second he stood frozen in the hall
way the beam of light reached the top of the stairs and instantly turned directly towards Brayden blocking his field of vision.
There was a pause. Brayden turned to run but his eyes betrayed him by not adjusting fast enough and was captured by the shadowy figure with relative ease. Brayden was thrown to the floor with authority. Brayden a 17 year old
Boy, often mistaken as around 14 or 15 years old because of his average height, small built and boyish facial features, so hitting the floor rattled him.
He tried to crawl towards his bedroom
Door but didn’t stand a chance. The shadowy figure forced Brayden to roll onto his back and then saddled him, blocking any chance of moving away. The torch that had dropped to the floor beside them revealed the shadowy figure as a tall, broad looking man dressed in black leather trousers, black gloves, black shirt, and a black balaclava. Brayden panicked. He tried his hardest to fend off the man, he swung his arms hoping to land a punch but to no avail and let out a horroing scream for help when the man punched him square in the mouth. Brayden instantly went limp, his head tilting to the side and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He wasn’t unconscious but certainly in a paralysing daze.
The man stood up and looked down at his helpless victim. He growled quietly and disappeared into the office of Brayden’s father which was at the end of the hall. It was a good few minutes before Brayden started to recognise his surrounding, he let out a loud groan as he struggled to flip himself onto his back. Everything was spinning, he felt ready to vomit. Tears formed in his eyes and he started to whimper
Brayden heard foot steps approach and the shadowy figure once again stood over him. He bent down and placed his leather clad hand on Brayden’s cheek, tucking his thumb under Brayden’s chin.
“Be quiet” the man said in a stern voice
Brayden has short brown hair with a longer fringe that had a slight curl in it what fell onto his face. The man swiped it away. “Stay quiet” he instructed giving Brayden a gently slap on the face. Trying to hold himself together, Brayden caved and started to cry.
The man acted quickly, he knelt down by Brayden’s legs and removed one of his socks and shifted so he could force the sock into Brayden’s mouth. There was no struggle, the man quickly stuffed the sock into Brayden’s mouth. He then grabbed Brayden by the legs and pulled him down the hall to his fathers office.
A quick visual scan of the room, the man noticed some office boxes in the corner with a roll of silver duct tape sitting atop. He grabbed the tape, forced Brayden onto his stomach and tightly tied his hands behind his back. Being ever so thorough the man continued with Brayden’s ankles, then his thin hairless thighs and finished by tearing off a singular strip of the thick silver duct tape and plastered it down across Brayden’s mouth quite forcibly, the sock still stuffed in his mouth.
