Russian It? Chapter 20
#29 of Road Rovers
mild strong language, blood, and making out
For the past few weeks, things were same old, same old at the Road Rovers' headquarters: I woke up, made the Road Rovers (and Professor Shepherd) breakfast, the Road Rovers left for a mission, I either sat somewhere inside and did absolutely nothing, or Professor Shepherd sent me outside to find something to do, the Road Rovers came home, me and Exile enjoyed each other's company. Sounds fun, right?
The following Friday, things started to change for the worse.
It was when the Road Rovers came back from a mission when everything went weird. I was sitting on the couch, watching the fire flicker and pop. I was quite amused by it. Then again, I'm easily amused by almost anything. ANYWAY, so I was sitting there like a couch potato, trying to think about something to do. The door opened and I heard the Rovers come screeching in. I looked up from the couch and saw everyone climb out, pumping their fists in achievement.
"Hey, guys, welcome back," I greeted.
"Jay, you will NOT believe the mission we just went on!" Blitz exclaimed. "It was AMAZING!!"
"I'm sure it was," I agreed.
Exile ran up to me and embraced me in a hug, a large smile spreading across his face. "I missed you so much," he murmured.
"I missed you, too." Now it was my turn to smile. I returned the hug and embraced his upper torso.
"Alright guys," Hunter interrupted, "I don't mean to be rude, but I think we should have dinner, don't you think?"
"Oh, yes!" I quickly agreed. I let go of Exile and ran into the kitchen, ready to prepare yet another meal.
Me and Exile stared at each other from across the table. We were the only ones left. No one else was around. Just us two.
"What do you think we should do?" Exile asked.
"I don't know," I whispered. Silence fell between us for about two minutes or so. "This feels kinda weird."
"What do you suppose we should do about this?"
"My answer is still going to remain."
Exile made the first move. He stood up and walked towards me. I looked up as his shadow swallowed me. All that I could see within my puerperal vision was Exile's large body; his face stern.
"Come," he ordered.
I obeyed.
We walked down to his room and stood at his doorway, staring into the empty abyss that was his room. For some reason, it felt eerie and cold, like something was trying to tell me to steer away from it. A warning.
"I don't feel comfortable," I confessed.
He looked down at me. "What do you mean?"
"Your room. It's sending a chill down my spine for some reason. I have no idea why."
"Try stepping in," he insisted.
I set my foot on his carpet, feeling the roughish texture against my revealed skin.
I took another step. Then another.
Before I knew it, I was standing in the middle of his room, looking around, as if I was never in there in the first place. It startled me a little.
I looked back at Exile, who walked in after me, seeming to already be aware of this spacious coffin of a room.
I walked up slowly towards him, spreading my arms out, ready to embrace him in a hug.
I wrapped my arms slowly around him, resting my head on his armor-plated chest.
We stood there for who knows how long. He wanted to do things with me, that much I could tell. But I didn't. Not at that moment in time. Not yet.
Suddenly, tears started to welt through my eyes. One tear fell. Then another. And another.
"What is it, baby?" he asked, concerned.
"After you left...when Hunter went to talk to me..."
"...Yes?" he asked, urging me to continue.
"He...fucked me."
"He_what!?_" Exile shouted. "Oh, when I get my hands on him...!"
Speak of the Devil, Hunter walked in, wondering where we were.
"Hey, guys. There you are! We were wondering where you-"
Exile charged and tackled Hunter, punching him in the face and snout, blow after blow.
I was stunned. This was too much. I couldn't handle the strong acts of violence that was happening before me. I had to put a stop to it.
"Exile!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "Stop! Stop! He didn't mean it! Baby! STOP!!"
I lunged at him, trying to pry him off Hunter, who was now bleeding profusely.
I made my way in-between them, blocking Hunter from Exile's rage-filled fists.
"Get out of the way!" Exile shouted angrily. "He deserves to DIE!"
"NO, HE DOESN'T!! EXILE, HE DIDN'T MEAN IT! HE APOLOGIZED THE NEXT MORNING! STOP!!!"
I shoved him as hard as I could, pushing him back. He stumbled a little and landed hard on his bed. I was surprised that it didn't break.
I held out my hand for Hunter to grab. He took up on the offer and got himself up.
"I'll go get you a moist towel," I murmured to him and walked out of the room, putting my trust in Exile.
He and Hunter stared at each other for a short while.
"Look, Exile," Hunter started.
"I know. I'm sorry, Comrade," Exile apologized. "I just got so angry."
"Don't worry. I would do the same thing if that happened to Colleen," Hunter agreed.
"Thank the Godskies that you're made to be super forgiving."
"You got that right, brother!"
They both laughed and embraced each other, as if they had never fought in the first place.
I walked in with the towel, ready to tend to Hunter's wounds.
"Here's your towel, Hunt-" I dropped the towels, which landed hard on the floor.
Before me was a sight that I had never thought I would ever see in my entire lifetime: Hunter and Exile were making out, shirtless, on Exile's bed!