CHAPTER 5
"Bray, you can't do this to me!" Tara screamed at her brother. Bray had been lecturing her all morning about the dangers that lurk outside the mall. "It isn't fair!" she said with a huff, "You can't keep me locked up in here all day and night, a person can go crazy being lock up in this stupid mall for all eternity!" "Oh, but I can keep you here, just watch me. And don't act like you have no freedom here at the mall. You can go anywhere you like, do anything you wish, you just have to do it inside the mall." Bray yelled back.
"Why doesn't she understand?" Bray thought to himself, "It's so dangerous out there, anything could happen to her, if only she knew..." "Bray.... Bray! Earth to Bray!" Bray was suddenly snapped out of his daydream, and brought back to the current situation. "Last time I checked we were in the middle of a heated argument, and I actually want to finish it!" "Well, you're in luck, because this conversation is almost finished." "What is that suppose to..." Tara started to question him, but he interrupted her. "Listen to me, this conversation is finished, you, my dear, sweet, LITTLE sister, are staying in the mall, and that is the final answer, no matter what you have to say about it." Bray got up to leave; he was finished arguing, and wanted something to eat.
He stopped when he heard his sister yelling at him, again. "Bray don't you dare leave! You have no right; this is a new world, a world where kids make there own decisions! You have no power over me. You are not my father!" As the last words fell form her lips Tara couldn't believe what she had just said. She looked up at her brother as he spun around to face her. The anger that filled his eyes was unmistakable; he started to advance on her. Tara started to back up against the closest wall, she had made her brother mad before, but she had never seen that look in his eyes, and she had no idea how he would react. As she felt her back touch the wall Bray was still coming towards her. When she realized there was nowhere to retreat to she sunk down to the floor and curled up in a ball. "That's right Tara, I'm not your father! But do you want to know where our father is Tara? That's right, he's dead!" Tara looked up at her brother from the ball she was hiding in, he was standing about a foot away from her, and his face was filled with rage. She wanted to say something, but he wasn't finished yet.
"He is dead, along with our mother, and all the other adults in the entire world! And do you want to know something? Even when our parents were alive who was at home taking care of you? That would be me! Our parents were never home Tara! They were always busy with their jobs, friends, and late night activities to come home and take care of their youngest child! So I took care of you, me, and Martin. We made sure that your homework was finished, you had eaten, and had brushed you teeth before you went to bed. Just so when our parents got home they could go into your room give you a goodnight kiss and then go to bed themselves. So right now Tara, I am the closest thing to a father you have!"
Bray stepped away from Tara and stared to take deep breaths. He looked down at her, she was still curled up in a tinny little ball, but now she was obviously crying. He didn't know what to do, he meant every word he said, but he didn't want her to cry. He knelt down to look at her face to face. When he realized that she wasn't going to look up, or say anything to him he scooted his body over next to hers and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned on him and started to talk. "Everybody who was close to me has died. Mom, Dad, Tia-San, Amber, and even Martin. Bray, everyone is gone. I thought it would be ok the three of us, You, Martin, and me. But then Martin went all crazy, and died, and now it's just the two of us. I feel like I'm all alone!" Bray sympathized with her; he had many times himself felt like soon he would be alone in the world. But now he felt like it was time for Tara to know the truth. "Tara, I have to tell you something, sit up." She pulled her self up and look him strait in the eye. "Tara, it's about Martin." Bray stumbled with his words. "Tara... Martin, he's... still alive."
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So, should I continue? Is anybody reading?
