Implausible Provision - Tessa Brown Brown (classic books for 11 year olds TXT) 📗

3-24-04
Implausible provision

Part one: The Capture

My mother and I have never really gotten along, we don’t agree on most things, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. But, there was one particular time in our lives in which we wish we did get along, and we didn’t even see it coming…

One regular day in my neighborhood; my mother and I were fighting in the car. We usually carried on about the stupidest things in life, because inside we both got some sick pleasure from hurting each other. Anyway, we pulled up to the house, and I quickly got out of the car. I decided not to help with the groceries because I was dissatisfied with how the fight ended.
“ Are you going to help me?” My mother asked.
“Why should I?” I replied. I then raced into the house, neither of us noticed an unusual car sitting at the top of the hill by our house watching every move we made; waiting for the right time to attack. Suddenly, within a split second, (as it seemed to me) a tall husky bald guy jumped out from behind our house and grabbed me from the back as I was walking back outside the door to help mom.
I tried to scream because I was so startled, but he gently put his hand over my mouth and whispered, “It’s ok,” He whispered in my ear. “I won’t hurt you Sade, just relax.”

The next thing I know, I see Mom drop the bags she was carrying and she started to scream. As she got louder another man jumped out of the car (even bigger than the first guy) and pointed a gun straight toward my mother’s stomach. She instantly quieted down. It wasn’t two seconds when the big guy shot my mother, he shot her twice, and she instantly fell. Then like a flash, the first guy threw me in the car and sped off. I bumped my head on the door and was instantly surrounded by darkness.

I woke up to the sound of a TV. I had a deathly headache, and whined as it throbbed when I moved my head. I sat up and looked around discovering that I was in a living room, lying on a couch. The couch seemed so new, for it had that “new” smell to it. I tried to raise my hand to rub my face, but my hands were bound together. Then suddenly, all of the things that happened flooded back on me, I liked down at my clothes, and saw a red liquid. I didn’t take me long to realize the liquid was blood.

I wanted to scream so bad; to holler for my dad, but as I opened my mouth, nothing came out, my throaty was so dry, and I couldn’t even swallow. AS I looked around the room I noticed that it smelled of dried paint. I assumed that I was in a brand new house these men had broken into. Across the living room was the kitchen, I could hear dishes rattling, and footsteps walking back and forth. I was startled when I heard one of the men clear his throat, he was sitting across the room staring at me smiling.
“Hey beautiful.” He replied. “How are you feeling?” He then looked down and started to rub something with a towel, something that he had covered up with a rag. I felt so weak, I wanted to throw up, but I dared not to. A vision of my mother being shot flashed before my eyes, I closed m, eyes tightly and tried to erase it away.

It had to have been an hour until the other man came into the same room I was in. I sit on the couch the whole time not daring to move, staring at the television. He stood in the door way with his hands in his pockets. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t turn my head to see. I blocked the sound of the TV out, hoping to hear the two men whisper of their plans, neither on e of them said a word. From the corner of my eyes, I watched The big guy walk back and forth to another room on the other side of the couch, and the bald guy would occasionally look up at me and then look back down at the rag he was hiding something under. I had a very strong urge to use the restroom, and I had become very antsy, so I finally got up the nerve to ask one of them if I could go.

Clearing my throat and fearing for my life, I whispered, “Ummm, can I use the restroom?” The bald guy looked at me and flinched. I guess he thought I said something, but wasn’t for sure, so he continued to do what he was doing. I strained my eyes to figure out what he was cleaning under the towel, but he had it hidden so well. I repeated my question, “Can I go to the restroom?” I said more clearly this time, and a little louder. he looked at me again, but this time, he stared at me, with an uncertain look; then the towel fell.
I then gasped for breath and scooted back on the couch. He immediately picked the towel up and covered the gun. “I didn’t mean for it to scare you sweetheart.” He said. I was still gasping for air, “ I’ll take it to the =room where you won’t be scared anymore.” He then got up to leave, but he stopped and looked at eh other guy. “Let her go to the bathroom.”
“I won’t runaway,” I started to squirm. “ Just please let me go to the bathroom.” I replied. This time the bald guy left the room into another, and the big guy got up and walked over toward me.

He wiped his face with a handkerchief and frowned as he walked toward me. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys. He finally found a small silver key with a dollar sign on it and inserted it in the handcuffs. He looked at me dead in my eyes as he bent down by my neck. I felt him smell my hair and he brushed his arm against mine. I was almost ready to pee in my pants. I was sure that he was going to follow me into the bathroom, but he didn’t; he just stood by the door.

AS soon as I got in there and locked the door, I turned on the sink and scrubbed my arm with a small drop of soap from the dispenser, I cried softly, where he wouldn’t hear me and stood over the toilet. I was so scared, it took me a while to pee, when I did I didn’t want to leave the security of the bathroom, but I know if I didn’t then one of them would shoot me.

When I got out, I slowly walked straight back to the couch. My head was down, and I didn’t look up at either one of them. As soon as I sit down, the big guy raised up out of the recliner, he had the keys and cuffs in his hand. “Sit down.” The bald guy said. “She won’t do anything, she’s harmless.” I looked over at the bald guy and he has a glass of water now, he took a drink out of it while he was staring at the TV. I just curled up on the couch and closed my eyes.

I guess two hours passed, I had fallen asleep, when I woke up when I heard a loud noise. It was a cat that ran out of the hallway. it came to me, so I reached down to pick it up, but first I looked around to see if the big guy was in there. He wasn’t , so I grabbed the cat and held her close. She felt like the softest thing I had ever held in my life, I decided she would be my comfort zone. After a while, I looked around and neither of the men was to be found. I thought about getting up and looking around, but I changed my mind. I laid back down, and I saw a crack in the wall by the front door, all I could see was darkness, so I figured it was nighttime. Then, my stomach started to growl. I cringed for the fear that they might come back in the living room and take the cat away from me, so I just sucked in my gut, and hugged the cat tighter. After a while I heard the men talking in another room. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, because the door was closed. The cat meowed real loud and the talking immediately stopped. I heard the door open and the bald guy walked into the room I was in.

I looked up startled, when he walked over toward the couch and stopped about three feet from it, “I see you’ve found Muchy, She seems to like you. I bought him a couple of days ago.” He looked at me and smiled again. I looked back down at the floor and started to rub the cat. He just stood there above me for a while, from the corner of my eye I could see him reach out his hand toward my head. I moved my head and as I did, the cat got away. “ I need you to know that I won’t hurt you.” He said. I didn’t look up, but I saw him raise his hand again. I clenched and raised my shoulders; was he going to hit me? Then he slowly took his hand away. For some odd reason, I think he was going to try and rub my head again.

He just stood there, there was this awkward silence amongst us, and I breathed loud to break it. It was a while before I finally looked up at him in his eyes, I couldn’t take my eyes off his. They were so brown; the brownest I had ever seen. And his face, it was obviously scarred from battles, but the scars didn’t take away from his eyes. His lips were so pink and full, shaped like two half’s of an apple. When I realized he was looking back at me the way I was looking at him, I lowered my head. Guilt started to overflow me, why couldn’t I take my eyes off him? Why did he look at me that way? Why did I suddenly think that he was a little attractive?

When he left the room I was thinking, His eyes had an expression that was screaming at me inside from his soul; I knew that later this would catch my eye. He was