"I knew Milton. I wasn't friends with him." Riot's tone shifted.
I flinched away, confused, until I remembered what Callahan had told me last night. Milton had been planning to rape me, along with my original Daddy and the others. I shook my head, more at myself than at Riot. I was so naive. This whole time, I'd thought the people around me were good and Callahan was the bad one. How quickly things changed.
Riot took a step and froze mid second-step. He looked behind me so I turned.
“Mornin’ Riot, Eleanor.” Callahan’s voice boomed behind us. I jumped, startled. I hadn't even heard him get up. He went to the table and grabbed the cup of coffee Riot had poured for me. He looked at me and nodded. "How'd you sleep?"
"Good. Where is my dress?"
Riot chuckled as his eyes followed Callahan's movements throughout the kitchen. He was amused at Callahan's grumpy mood.
"That white thing you were wearing when you got here?" Riot asked. "It's probably ruined now, between the chemicals in the rain and the dirt. I put it outside last night. It's still wet."
"Is that why you put me in this?" I raised the shirt slightly and both men's eyes darted to my thighs. I blushed and tugged it back down.
"He didn't put you in anything. I did." Callahan clarified. Riot and I exchanged looks of discomfort but said nothing. Callahan brushed past me then with a mutter of relieving himself.
The moment Callahan was out of earshot, Riot stepped over to me. He brushed my hair back behind my ear and I shivered at the unfamiliar touch.
"Your Daddy is jealous,” he chuckled.
"Of who?" I felt silly again, silly and naive and it was in that moment I realized there was no going back to the life I'd once had. Riot leaned down and brushed his lips against my cheek.
"Of me."
Chapter 44 - Riot
Don’t cause trouble just because your cock says to.
She tasted like candy.
We didn't get a whole lot of sweet stuff outherein the wastelands, but on the rare occasion I did, I remembered it. Eleanor's cheek tasted sweet. Everything about her was sweet. It took everything in me to keep my cock down when she came into thekitchen and startedasking questions. God, her innocence was too...
I was disgusted with myself over the thoughts running through my mind on loop. She'd been created for pedophiles, fed drugs to keep her hairlessand forced to dress in little girl clothes. Even her voice, while slightly scratchy, had a playful pitch to it. I was sick. But if I was sick for thinking thosethoughts, what was Callahan for acting on them?
I sat with my thoughts all day in the junkyard. I went back and forth with myself, my cock growing hard and soft and hard again. She didn'tlook like a little girl in the kitchen. Other than how clean and clear her skin was, she looked like any other woman from above. Give her a few scratches, scars, and tattoos and no one would be the wiser. She could hide in plain sight.
I looked down at my gloved hands; I was glad I thought to slide them on right before she came into the kitchen thismorning so they covered the tattoo of her name. I didn’t want to scare her away.
Halfway through the afternoon I was joined by Callahan.
"I thought you said your sister and some friends lived here too," he said, coming over and crouching down beside me. I slid my roller back and turned to look up at him.
"They do. They went exploring. Soda heard about a new robotics store over in Abbadon and wanted to check it out. They'll be back in a day or so."
"Abbadon?"
"A few towns over. It's mostly a ghost town, butthere's one large building that used to be a superstore, you know, before the bombs. Every year or so someone comes in and sets up shop in it for a while."
"What's a superstore?"
I huffed. Explaining every little thing about the world was exhausting. I sat up and put my wrench down.
"Cal, what year did they tell you the bombs were dropped?" I'd noticed some things that weren't quite rightwith the people from thebunkers. The clothes they wore,the things they said, and the songs they hummed. Our timelines didn't add up.
"1962, why?" he asked. I shook myhead. I'd been right.
"Callahan, the bombs didn't drop until 2010."
