My Messy Life

Chapter 19

Two months... 

That's how long has gone by since I was taken by Mike and Brandon. Christmas had passed and I could only imagine how freaked out my family was. Yes, we weren't close but there was no way I'd go a whole holiday season and not call. Someone had to be looking for me. 

Over the last three weeks or so, I'd be doing anything I could in order to earn their trust. Yes, I mean anything, and today it was going to pay off. 

"Davis, are you ready to try and go to the grocery store?" Mike asked me. They had promised me two months ago that if I'd continued to do as they asked, I'd be allowed to start leaving the house. I don't know how I'd actually lasted this long and taken everything they'd done but today was the day I was going to get out and away. 

"Yes, I am very ready." Brandon walked up to me and even though I'd been working on not being afraid of him, I mentally shrunk back every time he came close to me. I'd learned to shut myself off when he was around. He hadn't hit me in two months but everything in my body told me not to give in to him or let my guard down. Being with him at night was unbearable. 

Mike on the other hand was a different story. He and I would watch movies together, laugh, play games and I'd willingly spend the night with him. He and Brandon took turns having me stay the week with them. 

It didn't matter who's bed I was sleeping in, my nights were my own. My mind would race and run back to the memories of be in school, my friends and my family. I'm sure my family was going out of their mind with worry. I knew better than to hold out too much hope that my family would come to save me though. I was only a few blocks from school and no one had found me. 

Today, hopefully all of that would change. I'd given both men exactly what they'd asked for these last two months and in their eyes, I was ready to leave the house. 

"Davis, I'm talking to you," Brandon said and touched my arm. I jumped slightly but smiled up at him.. 

"I'm sorry. I was thinking about going outside. I'm excited and-" In a flash Brandon had be pinned against the wall. My hands were crossed at the wrist above my head, being held tightly in one of his. His whole front was pressed against mine and I could feel his breath on my face. He was so close to me that if I stuck my tongue out I could easily lick him. 

"You understand that you can't talk to anyone, leave our side or give any kind of clue to anyone as to what's happened to you. We aren't taking you around here and run the risk of running into people who may know you. Do you understand me, sweetheart?" His voice changed as he spoke the last word and it made my blood run cold. 

"Yes, I know. I don't want to leave you, either of you. I'm just excited to leave the house is all. I've been here for so long and I'm just excited. I'm sorry. I won't hurt you, Brandon. I won't leave you." I made sure my voice was soft and calm as I spoke, keeping my fear in check. 

"You know I love you, right? I'd be so lost and lonely if you left." Brandon's grip on my hands loosened slightly but he didn't release me. He ran his nose next to mine, breathing me in. His other hand trailed down my body, stopping at my core. 

"Brandon, please don't. Not right now," I plead with him but my begging only seems to push him to want me more. His eyes turn dark and I know there's no way out. Fighting him only makes him mean and begging him to stop only makes him continue. 

I close my eyes and find my happy spot. I replace Brandon's roaming hands with thoughts of being on a beach, laying in warm sand under a hot sun. 

"Damn it, Brandon. Stop it now!" My eyes flash open to see a very angry Mike. He scans over my body and then takes in how Brandon has me pinned against the wall. My eyes search his, begging him with everything inside me to make Brandon let me go.