"I want you to taste me." Slowly, he pushed his finger into my mouth and I tasted the saltiness of him. As if acompletelynaturalreaction, my tongue jutted out, rolling around his finger to suck every last drop from his finger. He gasped and shoved his finger deeper into my mouth until I gagged. He pulled his finger completely out and sighed.
"I'm going to hell," he muttered, and suddenly I was being dragged across the bed and rolled over, so my back was to his chest. He snuggled me tight, and soon, he was lightly snoring.
If he was going to hell for masturbating in front of me, what was going to happen to me for liking it so much?
Chapter 21 - Riot
Don’t go near the bunkers.
11 years old
"Riot! Stop kicking that vault door and get over here!"
I stopped mid-kick and turned. Granddad shook his head at me from his motorcycle. Grandma pulled up with my little sister Cherry in her sidecar. They glared at me and the other kids. I shrunk into myself and glanced around my circle of friends. They quickly scattered, knowing that he’d shoot their feet if we didn’t listen.
“I was just playing,” I muttered and the moment I stepped toward my family, they took off toward home, leaving me to walk the long distance. I glanced one last time at the large rusted door with the large warnings spray painted on it.
Danger!Do not attempt to enter!
They warned us not to play around the bunker door, but we didn’t care. My friends and I were fascinated about the possibilities of what could be inside. I turned back and tightened my grip on my water satchel, starting back to the junkyard.
The orange sun was sliding down the sky when I finally made it to base. Creepies and Crawlies and other mutant animals would be out soon. I ducked through the tall gates of the junkyard and went into the house.
My dad had moved us here when I was a newborn, according to Grandma. It had been a large duplex. There were five units for five families, but it was only the four of us, Mom, Dad, Cherry, and I until Granddad and Grandma came to stay. They took one of the units on the top floor, but then our parents died and they moved down to take care of us.
My legs were tired by the time I dragged myself to the kitchen and plopped myself down. Grandma served me stew, with a bowl made of bread. Most of our food was served inside bread. We tried to save water where we could, so we got creative.
I scarfed my food down and thanked her. I glanced at Cherry, still nibbling on her bread. She was a slow eater. I stood to go when the heavy thud from Granddad’s boots echoed from the next room, slowly getting louder until he appeared in the doorway. I shrunk into myself, prepared for an earful.
“Haven’t I warned you before not to go messing around those bunkers, Riot?”
I dipped my head. “Yes sir.”
“And where did I find you today?”
I hesitated. “A— at the bunkers, sir.” I looked up.
“Why?” He stretched out his neck, waiting for my answer.
“Come on, Cherry, let’s go lay down and I’ll start a story.” Grandma pulled out Cherry’s chair and took her small hand, ushering her out quickly. I swallowed, my stomach tightened. A beating was coming.
Granddad waited until they were gone before stepping toward me. We stared into each other’s eyes. We had matching green ones. My dad had the same eyes too. It was about the onlything I remembered about him. Unbuckling his belt, he pulled it from the rings in his pants and folded it in half.
He reached for the pistol at his hip and removed it, slapping it down on the table.
“Nothing I seem to say is working with you Riot,” he said through gritted teeth. “What do I have to do to get you to listen?”
“Sir, please!” I raised my hands right as he stepped to me, raising his arm with the belt.
“Turn around.”
I shook in my boots and couldn’t move. He repeated the order and shoved my shoulder, forcing me to turn. I screamed as the belt came down. I fell to the ground and he scooped me back up, whipping me again, and again, and again.
“Eleven, for each year you’ve been on this godforsaken earth.” He stopped with the belt and shoved me away. “You’re lucky your Dad had the sense to take you and your sister for the shot. It’s expensive but worth it. If he hadn’t, the radiation coming from those bunkers would have already turned you.”
I stumbled and straightened, pushing my hair out of my face.
“How do you know?” My voice came out quiet, and I backed up, hitting the cupboard.
