THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 33 (Astrid's PoV)

Astrid’s PoV:

“Nice to meet you, you must be Astrid, I heard about you from your mom.” Greeted the man.

“Sorry, who are you?” I asked the stranger who was lounging in our living room as if he owned the house. He was smoking cigars and dressed in a very casual getup of an unbuttoned shirt and short pants.

I had not been home for a few days because I was chasing some leads and had been sleeping in my office. Unlike Lakshmi, who still lived with my mom, I already had my own place, and only visited my parents’ home during the weekend, or if there was some emergency business. My visit was the latter. Mom just told me that she needed some help around the house. But didn’t update me that there was someone visiting.

“Where’s my manners? My name…umm…you can call me Daren Brown. I’m your mom’s friend.”

“Astrid Mohen, nice to meet you, Mr. Brown,” I replied with standard courtesy. Among my family members, I’m proud to say that I was the nicest and least racist. If it were Lakhsmi, she would show her prejudice and dislike toward the black man. Meanwhile, my mom was not racist, but she was what people in the state call a Karen, a hard to deal bitch that thought she was always right. She hated smokers and would make a fuss about it when she met smokers that smoke in public. But that made the presence of this Daren Brown here pretty strange. My mom’s friend? The man was the type that both Mom and Lakshmi couldn’t stand!

If not for Mom not sounding like she was in distress when she called me, I would think the man was a home invader who took my family hostage, but now it’s made me so confused. Was the man a dangerous threat or a guest?

“I do like to talk with you, Mr. Brown. But I need to talk to my mom first. Do you know where she is?”

I would get my answer when I met my mom. If he was intentionally obstructing or preventing me from meeting mom, that meant there was something wrong with him.

“She’s probably in the kitchen with Mimi preparing our meal,” the man answered.

I felt slightly relieved after hearing his answer. He didn’t try to hide where my mom was. Maybe he was truly a guest of Mom. But wait…

“Mimi?”

“Your sister, Lakshmi.”

I remembered it now. Mimi was Lakshmi’s childhood nickname, and Lakshmi hated that nickname. Did Mom tell him about Lakshmi’s nickname? But Mom should have known that Lakshmi hated that name and wouldn’t introduce Lakshmi as Mimi.

I excused myself and made a beeline to the kitchen. There were a lot of questions in my head. The situation just seemed weird. My private investigator sense was tingling.

When I got to the kitchen, I had prepared for it to be a trap where Daren guided me to the kitchen just to find my mom and sister being held captive there, but everything looked normal; there were no people tied and gagged. It’s messier than usual, but still normal. Mom and Lakshmi were just baking cookies. The room smelled of dough, vanilla, and tobacco. Maybe I was wrong with the last one, whether it was Mom or Lakshmi, the two of them weren't smokers. Mom’s apron was stained with a mix of flour, chocolate, and other creamy icing. Meanwhile, Lakshmi looked worse than Mom as she didn’t wear an apron, so the icing just made a mess on her clothes.

As my eyes fell on Lakshmi, I noticed that Lakshmi wasn’t wearing pants or a skirt, just a crop top and panties. Did mom not berate her? And that chocolate palm’s mark on her butt cheek feels deliberate instead of accidental.

“Lakshmi, where are your pants? And mom, why are you not asking Lakshmi to wear something decent down there? There’s a man in the living room, what if he sneaks in and sees Lakshmi almost half naked?”

“Oh, you are finally here, Astrid.” My mom greeted me. “Anyway, it’s okay, Mimi had my permission. There was an accident with the melted chocolate, and the chocolate poured down her skirt, so I asked her to remove it.”

Lakshmi didn’t react when Mom called her Mimi. Granted, probably only Mom could call her Mimi freely. But even Mom would call her Lakshmi normally because it is what Lakshmi preferred. What happens when I’m not home?

“You can send her back to her room to change her clothes.”

“I have my considerations for it. I know Darel, he would not sneak here, but it will be a different matter if Mimi parades herself bottomless in front of him. Mimi’s room is upstairs; she needs to pass the living room to go upstairs. What if she meets Darel in the living room? There can be a misunderstanding, what if he assumes your sister is a hot slut teasing him? It’s better for her to help me bottomless and then later I could help her fetch a skirt to wear.”

Mom wasn’t shy to call other women slut, but this was the first time she called her daughter slut. Furthermore, though her logic sounded right, but could she just leave Lakshmi in the kitchen for a few minutes and then fetch a skirt for her? And more importantly. Darel? Not Daren? Darel…where did I hear the name?

“And you are fine with staying bottomless in the kitchen?” I asked Lakshmi.

“Well, I actually don’t mind for the man to take a look at my bottom. I am actually thinking of teasing him with my sexy young body. You won’t believe it, Uncle Darel is such a dreamy gentleman, you know how I have a prejudice towards those black men, but he was unlike the others. But I don’t want him to misunderstand me as a slut who had a hot for him,” Lakshmi answered.

There was something unsettling about how they talked. The subtle vulgarity in their words felt deliberate, as if they actually wanted to do the thing instead of not, and they were happy with it. It gave me the chills.

“So, who is this Darel? The man in the living room introduced himself to me as Daren Brown. Is he the same man?”

The two looked at each other. Then a moment of silence before Mom decided to answer.

“Yes. His name is Daren Brown, it’s just that I like to call him Darel rather than Daren. My bad if you are confused. He’s an old family friend. He helped our family a lot before I had you two, and I was indebted to him; he’s practically part of our family. You must be nice to him and call him Uncle to show you respect. I call you here so you can meet him. Talk to him. He had something that needed your help.”

Was he really just a family friend? Or was I thinking too much? Despite the weirdness of Mom and Lakshmi, they didn’t seem to look hurt. That meant he wasn’t the type who resorts to **** and could be talked with.

“Let me see whether I can help him,” I replied.

“Good girl, try this one first before you go back to talk with Uncle Daren. I will see you in the living room when I’m done baking the rest of the cookies.”

Mom handed me a creamy muffin. I took a bite to taste it. The texture of the muffin was more creamy compared to the usual muffin she made. And the taste, it felt more artificial, not the sweetness of sugar, but something else hard to describe. It left a weird, sweet aftertaste in my mouth.

“What did you fill the muffin with?”

“Just the usual, but the cream was a new brand given by your Uncle Darel. Nothing you should be concerned about. Mimi said it was delicious and I think so too.”

The change of the cream might be the reason it tastes different. Mom had brought Lakshmi and her taste into the conversation, so I couldn’t argue that it tasted weird.

I went back into the living room. The smell of cigars was stronger than before.

“How was the talk with your mom, sweetie? Got your answer about me?” The man asked as if he knew what I asked my mom. And he probably knew that I got nothing about him from mom aside from the very basic information.

I sit across from him and put on my best courteous business smile. “My mom asked me to call you uncle, so, do I call you Uncle Daren or Uncle Darel?”

“For you, you should call me Uncle Daren. Your mom probably just had a slip of tongue.”

“So, Uncle Daren, what do you do for a living? Mom said you need my help, but I need to know what you do first to gauge my capability to help you.”

“Fair. I was a scientist. Did my answer help you?”

Daren Brown, scientist. No! Darel, Scientist. Think, Astrid, where did you hear the name?

“Mr. Daren Brown, or should I call you Mr. Darel Lebron? Are you really my friend’s mom?” His answer helped me to finally recall where I heard the name. Darel Lebron, a former scientist, ex-coach, and fugitive. I saw his wanted poster somewhere.

“Well, I’m Darel Lebron. Am I your mom’s friend? You know your mom better than me.” Darel answered.

“What are you doing in my house? What did you do to my mom and sister? Tell me, or I will call the police.”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing harmful. I don’t want to waste the little resource I have. I just made them more cooperative.”

“More cooperative? You mean slowly turning them into a slut?” I made a connection about why Mom and Lakshmi talked and behaved weirdly. The subtle vulgarity. Good thing that they still hadn’t behaved fully slutty. But turning them into a slut was probably his goal. Fortunately, I noticed his plan.

“Slowly turning them into my slut? You got it wrong, sweety. I’m not slowly turning them into a slut, I have turned them into one already. And soon, you too.”

“I’ll call the police!”

But I found myself lacking the strength to move; my body below the neck didn’t respond to my command.

“What did you do to me?”

“Actually, not me. It’s your mom. You should find yourself unable to move by now. I gave your mom some fast acting muscle relaxant ****. She probably made cookies filled with it.”

I finally realized that the weird artificial taste was coming from a ****.

The man continued, “But that is not the only trap. The smoke from my cigar will trigger a chain reaction with the **** in your body, disturbing your nerves and brain. It will be harder for you to think the longer you are exposed.”

I was trying to argue and threaten the man, but it's harder for me to arrange any complex words. In the end, I could only say, “No. Please.”

“Don’t worry, slut. I still have a use for you. I will leave your mind mostly unscathed. You won’t see me as Darel Lebron once I'm done with you, but your beloved Uncle Daren Brown, whom you got a hot for. You will do anything to impress me and help me with my trouble. I need you to be my little spy.”

Darel then took out a tablet and showed the screen to me.

The spiral is pretty.

As my focus got taken entirely by the spiral. The surroundings seemed to be muted. I heard something, my ears didn’t get what it said, but my mind understood it. As if the voice was coming from inside myself.

I trust Uncle Daren Brown.

He might be known by other names, but he is Uncle Daren Brown for me.

Uncle Daren Brown is the sexiest man I know.
My pussy got hot for him.
I need to impress him.
I want Uncle Daren’s attention.
Even if I need to act like a slut.
I hate other slut taking Uncle Daren’s attention from me.
I listen to what Uncle Daren says.
I will be a good girl who is useful to him.

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