Brianna Devereaux: The Mambo (Completed)

Tamia Taylor

“My name is Tamia Taylor. I’m fifteen.” Brianna stuck out her hand as she sat down dinner, “Brianna Jones, nice to meet ya.” Shaking hands, Tamia was honestly unnerved by Brianna. After allowing her to lead her to an abandoned church, Tamia was sure it was a drug den. Or she was about to be turned out or sold.

Again.

But Brianna had seemed to see her wanting to run face and offered to give her, her stun gun. “If it’ll make you feel safe. But it’s only me and a few nests I still haven’t tackled yet.”

And after accepting it anyway, Tamia found out Brianna was telling the truth. The large church was empty sans them, even though it seemed an unlikely hole. Since thousands of homeless people roamed New York City, how was it no one else was here?

There was no way in hell a few hadn’t stumbled on this place before Brianna.

But it was just them so far and after seeing Brianna relaxed and calm, it made Tamia. “Was that man your pimp?” Brianna asked serving up a slice of frozen pizza she’d seasoned properly and added more pepperoni and cheese to, to make it taste better.

Tamia winced as she mumbled sourly, “I’m not a p********e, he bought me like I was one though.” Brianna peered at Tamia concerned, “From who?” Clenching her jaw, Tamia barked rudely, “What’s with the questions? You a cop?” Brianna laughed unfazed as she took a bite of her pizza, “Yes and I brought you to an abandoned church to make you confess.”

Frowning, Tamia didn’t find her joke funny making Brianna roll her eyes, “Look kid, I’m a runaway. I couldn’t get emancipated because my douche wad of a social worker tried to cop a feel. And now I’ve committed maybe a dozen crimes in the last three weeks.”

Waving her hand around, Brianna admitted, “I found this place and it’s safe for now. But I have a go bag packed in case I need to run, and I can’t guarantee I won’t. But if you’re in trouble, if you don’t have anywhere to go, you can stay here. I’ll help you out.”

Tamia was confused since Brianna was beautiful, looked like she was familiar with the finer things of life, and spoke with a soft angel voice. She didn’t look like someone who belonged on the streets stealing to get by. Which made Tamia ask, “Why did you runaway? Did your parents hurt you?”

Wincing at the mention of her parents, Brianna admitted, “No. They died and no one in my family wanted me around. Or could afford to keep me.” Tamia looked at Brianna sadly. “I know that feeling,” She admitted softly as a coldness sank in her bones.

“My mom died when I was born, and my dad gave me to my grandma. She raised me until I was thirteen, and when she passed, he wouldn’t come get me. I became a ward to the state and left with a pair of foster parents.”

Rolling her shoulders, Tamia blinked hard, “The husband kept t-trying to have s*x with me, but I would scream and fight. Even if he covered my mouth and he had daughters. He didn’t want them to know what he was doing.”

Closing her eyes at the number of disgusting assholes that plagued the earth, Brianna paid attention to Tamia as she whispered, “He sold me to, the man who had me, since he couldn’t have me.”

Brianna shook her head angry, “And Heavy is what exactly?” Tamia’s eyes darkened, “He’s a drug dealer under Reggie Banks and a heavy runner. He was taking me to his place so that he could-.” Stopping as more tears filled her eyes at how close she’d gotten; Tamia felt a warm hand on hers.

  Realizing her own pain, Brianna admitted, “I know it’s no one’s fault my mom and dad died and they didn’t ask to raise me when they were gone. But every time someone turned their back on me, it was like losing them all over again. I had no one to protect me or fight for me. But it’s going to be okay Tamia. Those d***s will burn for what they’ve done. And you? You’re going to shine, never let what they did dim your light. They’re not worth it.”

And after agreeing, Tamia was shown a room that was purple and off the shoulder of Brianna’s. They went and got another air mattress for her even though Tamia was nervous to leave out.

But Brianna was confident they’d be fine and got more hair dye now that she’d been seen with red hair. And she’d need Tamia to look different too. No telling who might recognize her.

After getting back home, Tamia felt weird at how nice Brianna was being to her. But she felt it in her bones it was genuine. And after seeing the clothes, soaps, and little odds and ends Brianna had gotten her, Tamia felt grateful to her toes.

Taking a hot shower helped wash Heavy’s big hands off her body. And Tamia felt at ease as Brianna lit candles around her. Opening the blanket for Tamia, Brianna covered her as exhaustion weighed into her young body.

“W-why a-a-rre you being so nice t-t-to me?” Tamia whispered trembling with emotion. But a calming hand from Brianna had her melting. “Because a couple weeks ago I was alone too. And I would have loved if someone had been there for me, so let me help you Tamia. Please?”

Tamia nodded as tears fell, “Thank you, thank you Brianna. Thank you.” And as Tamia fell asleep, Brianna left her feeling full. Her heart pounding with relief she’d managed to help the poor soul across from her.

Walking into her room, Brianna started to grab things for a bath. The tub now finally immaculate enough for her to take the plunge. But as she started to grab a bottle of soap she felt it behind her.

A presence, a chilling essence that appeared left her feeling shaken. She knew then in her bones someone’s eyes were observing her. Turning around with her taser gun at the ready, Brianna jumped when she found a red eyed man peering at her.

Looking at the weapon in hand, he chuckled deeply as he purred, “That’s cute cherie, though not effective against me.” Gasping, Brianna stumbled back and almost fell, but the man had her in his arms. His hand cradling her ass keeping her close and her eyes widened when he whispered temptingly in her ear, “Brianna Deveraux, a word if you will?”