Into the Bunkers

Part 5 - Kissing on an Island

It's been nine days; it's been nine days since the door has been closed. For the past nine days I've gotten up at seven in the morning and went into the gym. For the past nine days I have been undeniably angry.

The barrier door opens today. I've become closer with Trin and Jace, but Jace doesn't have his eyes on me. He watches Kana with the eyes filled with lust. I woke up from a nightmare on the fifth night and I walked in on her dancing in the dining room. She has pushed the table against the wall, and put the chairs on top of it. She was so entranced in the song she didn't notice I was there. Her moves were angelic and filled with grace. It was intimate, and I felt bad to intruding.

I stare at my ceiling. It's seven am. Anger drips out of my every pore, but I don't want to move. My body is sore, and begging for a break. I remove myself from my bed and exit my room. My dads hoodie lays loosely on my body, covering my butt since I'm not wearing any bottoms. My feet ache from the cold floor, but they carry me to the pantry. The lights turn on and I glance over the labels on the shelves and cabinets. I snatch a protein shake pack and a bottle of water before going back into the kitchen.

The blue powder falls into the bottle. I watch as the particles taint the water as they fall to the bottom. I screw the cap on before violently shaking the bottle. Anger fills me completely and I chuck the plastic bottle at the wall.

"Fuck!" I scream before slamming my fist onto the counter. Ragged breaths come from my mouth. I walk over the bottle and open it. The warm liquid falls down my throat until I finished gulping down the bottle.

"Is it just me or am I always walking into you while you're angry?" Vance says. I jump.

"Dammit, Vance! You scared me!" I glare at him. His eyes scan me. I look down and realize my fathers hoodie raised up from bending over. Frantically, I pull it down. He clears his throat, and opens up the refrigerator.

"I'm sorry for spooking you," Vance apologizes.

"It's fine. I'm sorry for being an explosive bomb of anger."

"It's okay, I get it. You're mad. There is nothing wrong with anger as long as you don't let it overcome you."

"Well, I've tried running. I've tried to read and ended up throwing the book at a wall. I just threw this bottle with frustration."

I put the bottle in the incinerator tube.

"Maybe you're sexually aggravated," Vance chuckles.

"I mean if a year and a half of no sex doesn't cause sexual frustration then something is wrong," I laugh.

"A year and a half, huh? Yea, you're definitely sexually frustrated," Vance attempt to wiggle his brows and fails. I fall into a fit of laughter.

"Don't laugh at me girl!" He winks.

"What if I do?" I step closer to him.

"Then I'll have to stop you," He looks me up and down again.

"How so?" I say, right in front of him. He stares at my lips, and something is telling me to move in. He slowly leans down.

I bite my lip. His hands grab my waist and he pulls me closer to him, causing our lips to collide. Emotions entangle us as our lips move in sync. He taps the top of my back thigh, and I jump. He places me on the island, and presses against me. My fingers find their way into his hair and I lightly pull. His finger nails dig into my thighs and my body screams for air. His teeth pull on my bottom lip and a small moan escapes. I take a deep breath and pull away. My face burns, and I know it's cherry red.

He steps away, and goes back to the fridge. I blink. That just happened. I push myself off my island, and my cold feet sting as they land on the floor. I pull down my hoodie again before turning to leave the room. My feet carry me to the barrier door, and I sit down. My breath still hasn't slowed down, and my body burns from what just happened. Thoughts run through my mind, trying to understand. I end up blaming it on sexual frustration.