perfect disaster by Raya Arona (best adventure books to read .txt) 📖

we can't stay like other human beings in one place, and have a normal life, a normal morning without throwing cold water at my face or sleeping with a gun on my head

 

"Are you hungry?" he asks eventually after years, not giving me time to answer before he whips the car into a Starbucks drive-through. "What do you want?"

 

I want to say nothing, but my stomach is tearing up, and I'm pretty sure he can hear it.

"Whatever you get," He cocks an eyebrow at me. "What if I get nothing?"

 

augh, He has an answer for everything, "Then get me something"

he rolled his eyes, and I gave high five to my brain, rolling down his window to order—two coffees, loaded with cream and sugar, and ... a muffin.

 

next time I'll do my pick

I thank him when he hands me mine, but he shrugs it off like it's nothing.

So humble

 

And pulls back to the empty long road. I pick at my muffin and sip on my drink and try to think of something—anything—except for the reality of what I'd gotten myself into

 

******

 

I'm not sure when my eyes drifted and fall sleep but what I'm sure of is his jacket wasn't over my shoulders, I glance at him, god he looks like walking dead, dark ring surrounded his eyes, and his face pale, but still show no emotions... just like a freakin' terminator

 

But this one is hot

 

"You drooling", still focusing on the road and sending me that wicked smirk.

 

Jesses, I jumped at his voice and go back to my window to hide my red face. God, how he know I was drooling I mean staring at him.

We still hadn't spoken. Isolation fueled the depression I desperately tried to push away. The blahs tend to multiply when you are silent for long durations.

 

My stomach rumble again like an old sick nauseated lion, it's okay I'm nauseated too

the sun start rolling down, now I can say it's very long drive, it's what thirteen-hour drive with none stopping except for that little muffin

I really miss Dan and his big appetite

 

Finally, after a long time, something interested catches my attention more than the bugs on the window.

 

"Where are we", I asked as I felt the speed lowered, I don't care if he will get angry, but this place gives me the creeps, this is literally like the ghost town 

 

this place is like any other place or actually town, there's a lot of houses and streets but there's no soul there, not a single soul, not even dogs, except black thunder we were the only one alive and breathing

 

I rolled down the window, and shiver run down my whole body, as we passed by houses and shops but they were empty the abandon fill this place like apocalypse kissed this place

 

it's so scary, This is like a scary movie coming alive

 

"Where's everyone", I turned to him, and this time I'm not moving till he answer

"some died and some leave", I blink, stunned, that means there is no pulse in his answer, no one alive, a whole town with no freaking soul

 

"How? why?", I'm not sure if I want to know, but not knowing scars me more

"Cancer, and pollution", still puzzled, yes people might die because of cancer, "that doesn't make sense" I paused looking at the empty city

 

"All of this people died of cancer and pollution! What that means! Every place in this earth is polluted"

"Yes, but not for dangerous toxins and radiation, and this place is one of many is not for living,", I stare at him in disbelieve

 

They die because of radiation and dangerous toxins, and not for living, quickly I rolled up the window and stuffed his jacket on my nose, don't know if that will work and protect me enough

 

"Jesus," I told Fox, swallowing a knot in my throat. "Okay, remind me again please what the hell we doing here"

I clutched deaf grip on his jacket, this moment is from the few moments I want him to say we just came by to see a friend even if I hate his friends but I hate more any other option coming

 

"This is our new home princess", he must be kidding me, this is insane

I look at the back seat at the black thunder, his tongue sucked in he is quivering in his pants, and even dogs don't wear pants though

 

Fox look at my face, and crack a smirk, "relax, princess, I don't deny that the idea of killing you didn't come to my mind but at least I won't dump you here, it's not like what gentleman do"

 

he pauses cut his eyes from the road to me, "besides not yet, I still haven't enough from you"

My throat burning, I'm sure this man has a crack in his mind, "what this supposed to mean"

 

He sighed and tightened his fist on the wheel, "that means this place is quite opposite what we make known"

"We!!", he looked at me with stony eyes, like if he had inside struggle if he supposed to tell me more or not, and I think he goes with the second

 

Fox slammed on his brakes as I clutched my chest and drew in a deep breath.

"Scared?"

"Please slow down. I have enough people trying to kill me "

 

Begrudgingly, he did as I asked. A few more miles up the road, he curved to the right sharply, I rolled my eyes he can't play good for long

 

************

 

I'm trying to play it cool, but it's senseless. The anxiety makes me want to puke. In that moment, all I knew was that Fox had brought me here under false pretenses, and I was pissed. Okay, it wasn't really false pretenses. After all, Fox did say it was a perfect place to hide.

 

Of course, nobody in their right mind would look for me here. Of course, that's only because I'd have to be out of mine to stay here.

the silence occupied the room only the sound of Bear Grylls shouting and maneuvering throw fire, this man gain my whole attention, I mean why he would n't

 

 this man is giving me best Ideas about how to surviving the worst scenarios, and my worst scenario is Fox

 

And yeah by we, I mean me and Boo, the same old lady that was giving me my food when I was locked in that dark room, she is like him calm and silent and got thick accent more like Rider. She told me she is from Masco, Russia as Rider too

 

She takes care of every our needs, food even safety, yes she can shot and very good at it, I thought at first that Fox teach her, but it appears that she skilled him, and she is perfectly avoiding telling me what I already know about Fox

 

yes, she knows him very well that what I knew from Julia, she is more like a mother to him and I can clearly see it from the way he treated her, god he even apologized to her. That's something happens like once in a blue moon

 

We fall into an awkward silence. I stare at the old woman in long old fashion dress covering her wrinkled creamy skin, I can't stare at those amber eyes it gives me the creeps as if drilling in my soul like I'm too exposed; while she stares at me.

Not able to stand the awkwardness I need to clear the air and put the cards on the table.

 

I blurt out, "I'm not sorry about that day. you know I'll do it and run again and again", she so much reminds me of Fox, she is gazing at me with the same blank face that Fox ways give me when I talk to him.

 

I'm not apologizing for running, actually at the same day I ran from Fox just to be caught by Frank, I lied at her and gave her a fake list of what Fox's need just to get rid of her, because don't be deceived  of her old age old her simple look she is  terrifying more than Fox

she shrugs carelessly and gets up before heading away she gave me a sly smile, "I'd run too."

 

Wow. I'm completely stunned by her honesty. I open my mouth to speak when she looks past me and quickly go blank again as if nothing happened and I look up at her and hiss. 

"He's behind me... isn't he?"

 

The silence becomes thicker and thicker until I hear a loud thump followed by creaking. My curiosity gets the better of me and I turn.

He sits down gently and remains silent. His cold eyes dare me to speak.

The message is clear.

 

But I have no intention to, in fact, I didn't from two days ago, all I do is avoiding him her them and anything, as no one wants to speak and tell me anything and I'm not allowed to ask any questions about why the hell I'm here?

I don't know how to feel in a quiet place like this, in a place where there's no sign of life no cars noise no neighbors, the life stopped. 

 

I can't sleep I imagine the dead people all the time around me and to be honest I can't believe his story that the pollution is falsified. and what he meant by the 'we'

 

By who?, Who are they? , this question still hanged without an answer, I tried to get one but that effort get my ears scratched by rough roaring and gun pointed at my head by Fox

 

But that couldn't stop me from thinking about 'we' .... Fox and his team?, impossible... they are small thieves and drug dealers, they can't control such a thing and erase a whole town

 

Besides, anyone except Fox not exactly bad people. Now that my fear of them has worn off, I can see they aren't all bad.

 

My head tells me not to trust them, but my heart begs me to take a chance. I haven't had friends in a long time. And hanging out with Dan, Rider, and Julz ...it almost feels like friendship.

 

They always try to include me in their conversations...well, arguments, but I don't have a lot to say these days.

so I excused myself and go back to my prison box they call it room, I turned to leave but I bumped into something hard and I teetered

 

He steadied me by placing his large hands on my hips. I muttered quietly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." he knew I am lying and gave me a look as if I'd lost my mind

 

I think it might be true.

"where you going fighter baby?", I smiled at the full energetic guy, holds out a plate stacked with brownies.

Looks like this will be another wasted meal.

 

Smiling a completely forced smile, I tell him, "waw, It looks great."

"Oh babe you can't miss this", wiggling his brows and wearing that smug smile

 

Still wearing a strained smile, I lie, "Sure. But I don't feel hungry", and turn to continue my way out

"Bullshit."

 

"I'm sorry", My head snaps up. At Dan, but he was waiving with horror his lift, Fox leaning calmly at the breakfast bar, not anymore, he scowls. Stomping over to me

 

I mentally sigh. I don't want to deal with him right now.

He leans down closer to me. "I said... bull... shit." Not sure what to say, I lower my head and easily back away saying without words I'm out

 

Fox goes on, "I don't give a fuck if you are hungry or not. Actually that normal in this situation. But I call bullshit on the attitude What's with all the pleases and thank yous?"

 

Julia answer before me with gasp "Fox!!"

Fox leans down and asks quietly, "Aren't you tired acting like a broken little lily"

 

"okay, Fox stop it"

Suddenly angry, I whisper through curled lips, "I'm am broken, Fox. Happy now?"

 

My anger fades and is replaced with humiliation when he answers, "Fuck no, in fact, this pitiful version of little lily makes me mad, bring back the old one. The 'pain in the ass' one."

I ball my fists tightly by my sides.

 

he scoffs, "wants a pity party. refuses to eat