My Messy Life

Chapter 20

We never did make it outside that day and honestly, I was a bit glad. I know that I should be screaming, fighting, trying to sneak away any chance I could get but I knew Mike and Brandon. They'd stop at nothing to keep me here. Plus, they never left me alone, not even for one second. When I needed to use the bathroom, one of them would stand outside the door and listen. I honestly had no privacy.

My dreams would consist of ways I'd make it away from them and then others nights it would be me staying with them forever. I did love Brandon at one time and Mike was being very sweet but neither of them was what I wanted or needed.

"Davis, can you come help me make dinner?" I was sitting on the couch with Mike when Brandon called me from the kitchen. Since Brandon and I had spoken a few days ago, I was trying to act like I wasn't afraid every time he came close to me or touched me. I needed him to this I was comfortable around him.

"Sure," I said sweetly and started to get off the couch. Mike grabbed the back of my pants pocket and pulled me back down into his lap. He wrapped his around around me tight and kissed me quickly, then released me. I looked at him a moment, unsure why he'd kissed me like it was a secret. I frowned at him but he didn't respond. He just winked at me and pointed towards the kitchen.

"What can I help with," I asked Brandon as I rounded the corner to the kitchen. Before I got a response, I was pulled into his arms and kissed hungrily. I gasped at the sudden attach and stiffened. Realizing that I shouldn't be responding that way, I started to kiss him back. He started to deepen the kiss and it made my stomach turn, but I allowed him to.

I heard movement behind me and Brandon suddenly pushed me away, straightening his shirt and moved back to the counter. "Can you cut those vegetables please?" I couldn't move a moment, stunned at what had happened. They'd both kissed be secretly in a matter of moments. I didn't know that I was suddenly a dirty little secret that no one wanted openly. Something was sure going on though.

"Yes, where is a knife?" My question came out soft, unsure that he'd actually give me a knife to use but sure enough, he opened the drawer by my hip and pointed inside.

"I assume you know how to use one, right? We have cooked before. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." Brandon's voice was full of something I hadn't heard in so long. Lust. He was flirting with me. The first thing that flashed into my mind was showing him I could use the knife but stabbing him in the eye with it but I knew he'd overpower me before I even got close to him.

"Yes, I can use a knife." I looked down at the drawer and then back at him. Brandon looked over at me a moment later and then down at the still open drawer between us.

"What's wrong?" He asked me with a huge smile.

"You're going to let me use a knife? I'm just a bit shocked is all." He set his knife down and washed his hands quickly. He closed the knife drawer and pulled me into his arms. I looked up at him, unsure of what he was about to do but I made sure I didn't react incorrectly.

"Davis, since you and I talked the other day I've noticed how hard you've been trying. I just want to show you that I'm trying too. I trust you not to hurt yourself or me with the knife. You don't want to hurt me, do you?" Well that was a loaded question if I'd ever heard one. Yes, I wanted to kill him with a knife but standing in his arms right now scared me. His eyes searched mine and I realized he was still waiting for an answer.

"No, of course not. This is all just so new. I appreciate your trust in me, thank you." I put on my fake smile, laying it on thick. I stood up on my tip toes and kissed his lips softly, trying to make him believe me more. He stiffened under my lips and pushed me back slightly.

"You kissed me," he said in a whisper. I frowned and nodded yes. Wasn't that obvious? Why was it so shocking that I'd kissed him. It wasn't like it was the first time?