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

the food made my mouth water, I was so hungry. I started to gorge the food down, but slowed down when I saw David staring at me again.

It had to have been about ten in the morning, because I recognized the cartoon on the television. The sound was turned all the way down, so I tried not to make too many noises with my silverware. I again looked over at the recliner and David had moved it more in the corner, away from the couch, I guess he wanted to get a good look at me, checking to see if he was still there. When I was finished, I wanted to get up and walk into the kitchen, but I dared not to, Damien wasn’t anywhere to be found. So I continued to sit there; until I heard the slightest noise, the smallest sign to show me that Damien was up.

About twenty minutes later, I heard a car pull up, a door shut, up and Damien came swinging through the door with some bags. “Hey!” he looked directly at the couch and said to me. He sounded so happy. There wasn’t a scratch on him anywhere, and his hands were perfect. For some reason, I was delighted to see him. I didn’t like being in the same room with David, and with Damien, I felt a sense of security. “How long have you been up?” Damien asked me walking into the kitchen with some bags.
“Umm, about twenty minutes.” I seemed to choke out. He peeped his head around the corner of the door.
“Has David fixed you something to eat?”
“Yes.” I said holding up my plate shyly. I didn’t look straight at him, for I thought he might try something again.
“Come in here and put it up.” Damien said. I was surprised, I hesitated for a moment and straightened my legs out (I was sitting on them) and started to get up, but sit back down. “Aren’t you going to come in here and put your plate away?” Damien called from the kitchen. I looked over at David as though he was going to stop me. I then slowly got up, (I stumbled because of the weight I put on my feet so quickly.) I started to make my way toward the kitchen when I stopped in the middle of the living room and looked at David. He was watching me walk, my every move toward the kitchen; and it made me even more nervous. I looked down almost instantly, and continued to walk into the kitchen.

It was only a few steps, when I finally got into the kitchen, I looked around. It was so big, you wouldn’t be able to tell how big it was from the couch. There were canned goods everywhere, but it was clean, you could tell that a couple of men lived there. Then, my eyes fell on Damien, he was sitting in the middle of the room at a table with about five bags by his feet, looking straight at me.
“Isn’t what you expected?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“W-Where do I put this?” I stuttered.
“There.” Damien pointed to the sink almost on the other side of the room. I left the doorway, and started to walk toward the sink when Damien stopped me.
“Hey.” He quietly said holding his arm out to block me. I stopped instantly and slowly looked at him with my head slightly down. “I’m so sorry about last night, I taught him a lesson though, and it’s just that David’s never been close to a girl.”
“I see.” I replied. I then looked down at the floor. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried look on his face. “Did you get enough to eat?” I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out, I suddenly felt dizzy, it seemed like my whole world was spinning, I couldn’t stand up and my knees felt so weak. I fell reaching for Damien, but he seemed to be so far away. Every thing was in a blur. I tried to say something, but my mouth was too dry, before I knew it, everything on my body was numb. I heard my heart beating loud, so loud it felt as though it was going to explode. Damien dropped to the floor and picked up my head. He gently smacked my face, but I couldn’t respond. Then suddenly, everything went black.

My head hurt like someone had hit me in the back of it with a glass bottle. I slowly opened my eyes when from a distance I could hear someone call my name. I stirred a little, trying to make myself wake up; but it was so hard. “Sade?” I could hear in the distance, “Sade?” I heard again. But this time it took all of my vigor to wake up, I slowly opened my eyes and some extremely bright lights made me close them again. “She’s waking up.” I heard someone excitedly whisper. This voice was recognizable, I manly voice, I gradually opened my eyes once more, and I saw my father, he looked so restless and agitated I tried to raise my arms up to hug him, but my strength was too weak. “Shh,” he said. “Don’t say anything, just rest.”

Part two: The Hospital


When I opened my eyes again, I was tied to a bed. I yelled for help, but nobody came. I struggled to get free from the restraints, but nothing gave. I yelled again when a big guy busted through the door with a needle in his hand and rammed it into my arm. I jumped.

I was just a dream. This time when I woke up, I was in a hospital bed surrounded by flowers and gifts. I was alone, and I noticed I was hooked up to all kinds of machines. Suddenly all the memories of what had happened flashed in my head. I saw a glimpse of a couple of people’s faces, but it took me a while to realize it was just a glimpse. I strained to open my eyes wider to make all of my memories clearer, when I set up in the bed and searched for the call light. Reaching for it straining not to rip out the IV, I almost fell. When I finally found it, I repeatedly pushed it.

About three minutes later a nurse walked in and came up to the bed. “Can I help you?” She asked looking at the machines and writing down he numbers.
“Are my parents here?” I managed to whisper.
“I don’t know Hun, do you want me to check in the waiting room?”
“Yeah.” I whispered. She then left with her clipboard and about ten minutes later showed up again.
“Sade?” She said walking through the door, I looked over at her. “I didn’t see your parents, but they did leave a message at the nurses desk for us to call them when you wake up, would you like to talk to them?” I hesitated for a moment, I really wanted to talk to my dad, to see him, but I also wanted to recap on what just happened to me. But, I also knew my dad well enough to know that he would be mad if I didn’t call him, so I told the nurse to call them.

“Daddy?” I asked when I heard him pick up the phone. “Yeah, I’m okay. What are yaw doing? Umm hmm. O.k.” I hung up the phone. He said he was going to come over. I flipped over on my other side as pain shot through my spine. I looked out the window and started to wander why the grass around every hospital always looked so dead and gloomy. I stared out the window forever when my sister busted in.
“Hey!” She yelled.
“Shhh!” My dad came in after her “She’s too tired to talk now, this is a hospital, now act like you got some sense.” She looked down disappointed then looked at me.
“How do you feel?” Dad asked me looking at the machines.
“Fine.” I whispered. “These people act like I had a heart attack, or something by checking in on me every five seconds. I just want to know why I am hooked up to all these machines.” I chuckled and tried to be humorous, but I could see that it didn’t work.
“Do you know what happened Sade?” Dad asked me pulling up a chair to the bed.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “At first I thought I was dreaming, but then I saw a glimpse of Damien’s face in my mind, and remembered it all.
“Damien who?” Daddy rose up out of the seat, his voice was a little louder then before. Is that his name?”
“Why are you so upset? What happened?” I asked.
“You were kidnapped Sade, and poisoned, were just glad you weren’t killed.”
“What I’m wondering,” Daddy replied. “Is why the sick bastards drugged you and then brought you to the hospital.”
“ So it was real.” I whispered. I looked around for a minute. “Where’s momma?” I asked.
“She’s alright, she’s home on bed rest, do9ctors orders. They shot her with a tranquilizer.” My sister said.
“ This Damien, Is he one of the guys who drugged you?” Daddy asked.
“He didn’t drug me.” I replied.
“What?!” Daddy said. “What do you mean, he didn’t drug you? They grabbed you in the middle of the day, shot your mother, then poisoned you!”
“poisoned?” I asked confused. “I don’t’ understand, Damien was the good one.”

A doctor then interrupted us. He walked in and smiled down at me.
“How you feeling Sade?” He asked.
“Fine.” I replied. He then asked daddy to go outside the door so they could talk.
“What’s going on?” I asked. I had to know.
“You just rest.” The doctor motioned for me to relax.
“No,” I replied. “What is going on, what do you have to say to my father that you can’t tell me?” The doctor then sit down in the chair beside the bed, and looked up at my father.
“You were severely poisioned, Sade. We don’t know who did this, but we believe it was the man who brought you here to the hospital two days ago.
“Did anyone see him?” My dad asked pacing the room.
“No,” The doctor replied. “By the time we tried to get information out of him, he was gone, his face was covered up, and so was his body. We ran some tests, (he looked at daddy) and they show negative for any sign of forced intercourse.”
“I wasn’t raped!” I almost yelled.
“Sade!” Daddy yelled.
“ What?” I asked. “Damien did not intend to hurt me, you’ll don’t understand, he’s the good one, he’s harmless.”
“What about the other one?” Daddy asked. “Your mother told me there was two of them.”
“His little brother, he’s the one who drugged me, not Damien.”