Jordan had learned from his time in this glass prison Sara referred to as his habitat. Shards of light peeked in through the tightly shut blinds allowing for traces of light to illuminate the otherwise darkened world. The vast, messy room looked foreign in the darkness. Sara had clothes and other miscellaneous objects scattered about everywhere.
What bothered him most was he was at her complete mercy. He was in a cage in her bedroom, waiting for her to release him. She was the sole arbiter of if and when he would get freedom. When he would see the other doors again.
All his plans could be so easily derailed if she decided to keep him in here. What if she decided to stop taking him to school? He would never see his friends again. Sara’s words were a chilling realization of the power she held over him. That getting to see the world, even if it was at her side, was a privilege. It wasn’t a guarantee or an ability he had on his own any longer.
Jordan hated that he was stuck stewing in this glass cage for an indeterminate amount of time. He didn’t even know how long Sara’s shift was or if she was coming straight home. Knowing he had no other option, Jordan laid down on his bed.
Several hours had gone by, and Jordan was starting to get a little stir-crazy. He had nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. He walked over to the iPhone Sara had placed in the habitat and ran his finger over it once again, hoping it would unlock. Allowing him to play some music or watch a video. However, the passcode screen merely came up.
It was humbling to have so much of your life controlled by another. Jordan’s stomach grumbled loud enough that he couldn’t stand it any longer. He walked over to the bowl of food Sara had placed in the habitat. He grabbed a piece of cereal and dipped it into the water to soften it enough so that he was able to eat it. It was embarrassing that dry cereal was difficult for his jaw to break through.
Having eaten his fill, he walked back over to his bed and sat down. The room was much darker now, and there was no longer any light coming in through the blinds leaving the room pitch black. The hours had gone by painfully slowly. It wasn’t until the bedroom door opened up that Jordan perked up. He looked towards the door expecting to see Sara coming home from work, but Tiffany stood in the doorway and walked a few steps into the room before Jordan heard a loud thud.
“Sara put your clean clothes away,” Tiffany shouted down the hall. Jordan heard Sara start to say something to her mother from another part of the house when Tiffany closed the bedroom door leaving Jordan in darkness once again.
Jordan now wondered just how long Sara had been home. Why hadn’t she come in here? She knew he was stuck in here. Jordan wanted to be infuriated. He wanted to scream and scold her. However, his time trapped here was a painful reminder that he couldn’t interact with Sara in that manner. As she held all the cards. He would need to work through diplomatic means if he wanted to avoid this happening to him again. It was clear she expected him to respect her authority.
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