Implausible Provision by Tessa Brown Brown (amazing books to read TXT) 📕

older than the bigger guy, and had to have been in his mid twenties. I kind of got mad at myself for thinking positive about him; because he had kidnapped me, but the thought quickly faded away. He left and went into the other room and came back with a chair. He sat the chair down in front of the couch and left again toward the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and he sits in the chair, crosses his legs, rests his face on his left hand, and looked at me.

“I bet you want to ask me a lot of questions.” He says with a low voice. “I know you’re wondering why we got you, why we shot your mother and picked you from all the others in the world.” I just sat there. He looked at me for a response, but I just sit there. “The truth is Sade, that I’ve been watching you and your family for a while now. I know how close knit your family, is, I know how close you and your father are, I know what time everyone gets home from work and school, I was just waiting for the right time to come get you.” I continued to sit there on the couch taking in everything he said to me. “Do you have anything to say?” He finally asked. I was astonished at this man, what did he expect for me to say? Thanks? He had kidnapped me, killed my mother and took me in the middle of nowhere. Or was I in the middle of nowhere? It took me a while to find something to say, and when I did, I almost regretted it.
“You do know my father will find me right?” I slyly looked up at him with a frown.
“Yeah.” He said. “But the last time I checked, your father and sister were out of town on one of his evangelist trips, am I right Sade?” he smiled while looking at me in my eyes. (For some reason, I wanted to smile back so bad; this man didn’t seem harmful at all.) But , I kept my cool.
“What do you want with me?” I asked.
“Well,” the guy rubbed his bald head and smiled. “I wanted to rescue you from your boring life. I wanted to save you from yourself. I know that you are an adventurous soul as well as I-
“What do you mean by that?” I cut him off.
“I admire you Sade, I have studied your ways. You don’t need to waste you life in that small town, I’ve decided to show you the real world, the way things work; you can look at it as a favor.”
“Why would I want a favor from you?” I asked.
“ Because I saved you.” He replied.
“From who?” I asked.
“From yourself.” He answered. “I am a big fan of your writing, and I think the person your are in your stories ins the person who’s dying to get out, but can’t because she’s trapped in that dead city.”
“This is about my stories?” I asked sounding very irritated. “ Do you want to buy one of them?” (I had cut him off again.)
“No.” he said. “I just wanted to personally meet the young woman who wrote the stories. I couldn’t believe someone as young as you could think of these things, ( he held up a book; one that I had written) I was moved by them, all of them, your words are powerful.”
“ So you kidnapped me to show gratitude?” I asked.
“I guess you could say that.” He answered scooting to the edge of his chair. His face was so close to mine now, he looked so deep into me, I wanted to look away, but I didn’t. I took a deep hidden breath, and I smelled his cologne, it was so strong, I almost choked, but it smelled good. I breathed it in again for a minute; and closed my eyes, until I realized where I was. My thoughts were racing, I had to find something to say to take my mind of this smell; it was pulling me into him; and I think he knew it, I hesitated for a minute;
“Where could you take me that I haven’t already been in my mind?” I asked with a little sarcasm. It took him a moment to respond. He sat back in the chair and rubbed his face.
“Aren’t you happy Sade?” he said situating himself in the chair. “You say in your stories that you’re miserable, that you don’t like your life, that you use your stories as an escape from your real life. I’m just trying to make it all go away. I’ll help you. Don’t you see?”
“I don’t see you helping anybody here.” I said looking down. Things were silent for a moment. I looked over at the bigger guy and he was sitting the recliner looking at the floor. There was dead silence for a moment when I decided to fill it. “ OK, if what you are saying is true, then what are you going to do to me now?” ( I straightened up on the couch, I was sitting on my legs.) “Tell me, what is your name?” I asked the bald guy. “If you want to help me, then it would only be fair for you to tell me your name.” I straightened up on the couch, The bald guy looked at me and sit up in the chair and hesitated for a minute, looked away, and took a breath.
“Why?” he asked. “Aren’t I supposed to be asking the questions?”
“From what I have learned, you are my host, I deserve to know your name.” I can tell he was uneasy about me taking control of the situation.
He smirked and looked at me in the weirdest way. I sighed. “ I’m Not the slightest bit afraid of you, now that I know you are a couple of men who want to help me, what is your name?” The bigger guy in the recliner got up slowly and left the room. I heard him sit on a bed, then I saw a light come on and go off. The bald guy looked at me then looked down. There was another silence when the bald guy sat scooted on the edge of his seat, then opened his mouth.
“Damien, My name is Damien Mesely.” He whispered. For a moment I thought he was lying, but I sensed an uneasiness in his movements, so I let it go.
“And the other guy?” I asked pointing toward the room the bigger guy was in.
“David, his name is David molder. He’s my little brother.”
“Does he talk?” I asked not sure if I should’ve. Damien then got up and started to pace the floor.
“No,” Damien said quietly. He then stopped pacing and gave me a confused look. I’m supposed to be taking care of him too, but he takes care of me. Why?” He asked. He sat back down in the chair.
“ I just thought it was only fair for me to know.” I answered. Damien then gave me one of those looks again. He got out of the chair, and sit at the other end of the couch. He began to whisper as if he didn’t want David to hear him. He motioned for me to come closer, and I did, but not immediately.
“David stopped talking when he saw our mother die when we were younger. He blames himself for her death, he hadn’t been right since. He is a very good listener, but don’t be intimidated by him, he’s a big scary cat himself.” He paused for a minute, and we heard David move in the bed. “I’m going to bed now, have a good sleep.” He got up and walked away.
“Damien,” I called after him. He turned around. “Could you leave a light on for me? I can’t sleep in complete darkness.”
“I know.” He said scratching his head. He walked into the kitchen and turned down the light, then he went into a room and settled down. I heard him strike a match, and lay back in the bed, I closed my eyes, and hoped for a better day tomorrow.

It never occurred to me before that Damien was going through a lot of pain. Not too long after I closed my eyes, I found myself falling into a dream. The first thing I saw was a guy, who was standing at the end of a hallway waiting for me. I couldn’t see his face, for he was standing in the shadows, but I wanted to reach him. When I approached him, he gently grabbed my hips and breathed in the perfume on my neck. He then pushed my hair back and started to kiss my neck. I was getting so much into the dream, I started to touch him; when he made it to the last button on my shirt, and I slowly opened my eyes and screamed.

David was on top of me taking my clothes off. I pushed him off with all the strength I had and screamed again. The next thing I knew, Damien was standing in the room. He grabbed David by the next and punched him in the face.
“What are you doing man?” He yelled at him. David let out a sorrowful cry as if he was to apologize, and ran back into the room. Damien ran over to me and covered me up with a blanket that was behind the couch. “I am so sorry.” He was panting. “Are you alright?” I was shaking too much to reply. Damien backed up and went to get Mushy from the kitchen. He handed her to me and walked toward the room David was in.

When the door shut to that room, I heard him screaming and I heard some things break. I knew that Damien was hitting him. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I wanted David to be punished. Whatever Damien did to him, he deserved.

I was awakened by the sound of frying food on a stove, then I smelled the aroma of bacon. I pulled the covers off of my body, and opened my eyes. Damien must’ve wrapped the cover around me, because I didn’t remember doing it. Hesitantly, I began to sit up on the couch and stretch, when Mushy jumped off the couch and startled me. David was in the recliner looking at me he had a black eye and a busted lip. When he blinked I looked down at the floor. I slowly sit up and he got up and left into the kitchen. He came back with a plate, and handed it to me. I noticed that his hands were cut up, I guess from the glass, and they were shaking. “Thank you.” I smiled. The smell of