Felicity Pt. 01

"Are you ok? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Are you going to move?"

"Nothing? Something... where have you been?"

"Stayed the weekend with Cora, remember?" she answered acidly. "Just get out of the way so I can get ready for school!"

Felicity moved out of the doorway and watched as her sister slammed the bathroom door. Her sister was fine. She was here. Had he even taken her, or had that all been a lie?

She was stressing so hard about it that she had a breakdown at the door, going to her knees as Rachel came down the stairs.

"Jesus City, really? We are going to be late!" Rachel yelled irritably.

She never yelled, she was always there for her. Something was definitely wrong. The room spun and her sister's yells echoed off the walls, echoed in her head.

His brown eyes. His brown eyes filled her vision and she stared at him. He hadn't left? He was here? Or was he back? Had he gone and got her? She felt dizzy and nauseous.

"Hey babe, come on, look at me," he said soothingly, but his voice sounded like it was coming down a tunnel. "Big in, slow out, remember? You're ok. You're fine, I am here. I won't let anything happen to you, remember? Big in, slow out."

"Who the hell are you?" Rachel demanded angrily. Felicity heard her clearly and blinked at her little sister. This vicious, angry girl was not her sister. Not at all.

"I'm Dillon, I came to give Felicity a ride to school like I told her I would."

"You can't just barge into our house!"

"I saw her through the window, I didn't know you were here. Can we do this later? Babe, look at me, it's fine. Here." He pulled her bookbag off of her arm to lay her flat, then he laid down next to her. "Right here babe. Right here with you. I have you. Big in, slow out."

"That's not how you do it," Rachel scoffed.

"I have no idea how to do it, but I am trying to help! Stop yelling and help me instead of being a cunt!"

"Hey, fuck you! I have had a shit weekend! I don't need this bullshit!"

"Hey babe, look at me. Ignore everything else, it's just you and me here. Look at me. That's right babe, look at me. Big in, slow out. Keep it up babe, you are doing great. That's good. Big in, slow out."

"What is going on?" her mother demanded at the open door.

"City lost her shit and this asshole just barged in here!"

"Hi Dillon, it's fine. Rachel, get to school."

"I'm already late, you will need to sign me in."

"Then go sit in the car and watch your attitude! Thanks Dillon. You are doing ok, but let me show you. Come behind her like this, turn her on her side and cross her arms in front of her like this. Hold her against you and count like this. In 5 4 3 2 1, out 1 2 3 4 5. Tighten when you count in, relax when you count out. Like you are showing her body what to do. Ok?"

"Yes ma'am, thank you."

Her mom nodded, then kept going with Felicity until she was laying calmly on the floor. Tears were falling from her eyes and she looked up at Dillon. She could see the tension in his demeanor. The fear, the hope, his readiness to run.

"Thanks mom," she said weakly.

"Sure sugarbooger. You want to stay home today?"

"No, we are getting ready for finals, I need to be there. It's ok, I am ok. Thanks Dillon. He was going to give me a ride to school, is that ok?"

"Sure. Of course," her mom said with a smile, watching Dillon help Felicity up.

Felicity held on hard to his arms and half leaned on him. "Thanks mom. See you tonight."

"Are you positive you want to go to school? You still look a little out of it."

"I'm good. Dillon has me."

"Ok. Umm... we need to talk later, ok?"

"I know. Umm. Can you call and get me on the pill?"

"Talked to Gerid last night. There is a scrip ready for me to pick up. Umm... I also picked up a morning after? Do you need that?"

"Uhh... yeah. Can I take it later or do I need it now?"

"Now is fine, it won't take a second. I have it right here. Let me get you a bottle of water."

"Mom! We are already late!" Rachel yelled, coming in the door. "What is taking so long?"

"You are grounded young lady! I will not tolerate that attitude! What is wrong with you? You go sit your butt in that car and wait for me, even if I take another hour! Go!"

Her mother's face had bright spots of red on it as she hurried to get the water. She came back looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry Dillon, she's not usually so rude, I don't know what's wrong. She must have gotten in a fight with Cora. She was supposed to stay with her this week, but she is home instead. I can only guess they got into it and she is upset."

"Don't worry about it, I have siblings. Umm, is this pill going to make her sick or anything? Should I keep an eye out or maybe be ready to get her home if she gets sick?"

"It can, maybe. Everyone is different, but she should be ok. Maybe a little nauseous or a headache. Nothing huge. But if she wants to come home, she can, definitely. She doesn't look very good. I am half tempted to make her stay..."

"I'm ok, really," Felicity said quickly. "I'm fine. And Dillon will be close. All day. I will see you later." She darted out the door before her mom could object, pulling Dillon out with her.

He opened her car door, looking down at her warily. She got in and he went around and got in, starting the car and pulling away. He looked at her several times during the short trip, but she didn't speak. When he pulled into the parking lot, he turned the car off but didn't move.

"You let her go," she finally said. "That's why the pill. So you could leave and bring her back."

"You made a promise. I wanted to give you a chance to keep it. I told her what you said. She was pissed, but she thinks the seniors hazed her and if she says anything or tells about the ritual hazing of next year's starters, she won't be allowed to play. She believed everything."

"And she didn't recognize you?"

"She never saw me. I slid the note into the door, made her slide it back and answer, then slid the pill in. Watched her take it through the crack, then waited for her to pass out. It was easy getting her to her bed. She cussed a girl named Shelly a lot while she was waiting on the pill to work. Pretty sure she is convinced. So what about you? You going to keep your promise, or should I just take off with you now? Or I guess I can take your sister back where I had her. She was easy to grab. I didn't..."

"You don't have to threaten. I made a promise. Are you going to walk me in?"

He looked at her a second, then leaned across the seat to kiss her. She kissed him lightly, then turned to get out. He came around quickly and took her hand.

She held his hand all day, sat with him at lunch, pressed against him, but she kept her head down. She was trying to think, to plan. Last hour she had with him and they walked in holding hands. Jenny Lowell was standing at the front of the classroom with two other cheerleaders and her eyes went to Felicity and Dillons hands, then up to his face. She looked... pissed. Felicity felt a small surge of jealousy, even though Dillon never even looked at Jenny. Jenny looked at her and Felicity gave her a flat look in return, then sat down next to Dillon. He kissed her fingertips before releasing her hand and getting into his backpack.

Jenny was there suddenly, leaning over his desk. "Hey Dil," she said softly. "I was thinking on skipping last hour. Ms Hassler isn't here yet, we could slip out, take a ride. I would love a ride. Wanna?"

"Nah. I already told you how I felt, and I have a girlfriend."

"Are you sure? She's your girlfriend I mean. She looks sort of... like nothing to me. And isn't she the freak that lays in the floor all the time?"

"I don't need a fucktoy," he said loudly enough that everyone could hear. "Thanks again for the offer, but I'm taken."

"And if you didn't get around so much, you wouldn't need his huge cock to satisfy you," Felicity added, feeling vindictive and angry. It was petty, but Jenny had said everything loud enough for her to hear just to be mean.

"As if I would fuck you, creeper," Jenny sneered, but her cheeks were red with shame.

"You did though. Twice, and begged me for more. Deny it if you want, but I know both your friends up there know the truth. I saw the way they were looking at me the day after the party while you were talking to them. You told them everything. I bet you also told them when you pulled me into the bed of Mr..."

He went quiet as the teacher walked in.

"She does like the bed of that truck," Barrett Hanson said, laughing.

"Enough class, sit down. I want to go over what will be on the finals."

Felicity had her head down as if looking at her notes, but she turned slightly to look over at him. He was lounging back in his seat, one leg stretched out in the aisle with his arms crossed. He was smirking at her with his smug smile and she knew it was because she had lashed out like she was jealous. She blushed and looked back down at her notes, but found herself turning again a moment later. He was still watching her, his eyes hungry now, but sparkling with humor.

Jenny was the first to dart out of the room when the bell rang and a few of the guys on the other side of the room laughed. Felicity hardly noticed at all.As soon as the bell rang, Dillon had stood and taken hold of her hand. He had held it all day, but now it was more proprietary. Like he knew she was his. She stared up at him and his smirk slipped off of his face.

"That look. That look right there," he said softly.

She dropped her eyes and hitched her backpack on her shoulder. What was she going to do? He was a psychopath. She knew he was. He had kidnapped her, her sister. He had raped her... ish. Even if she had ended up liking it, it had still been rape. He had hit her more than once. He wasn't a good guy. He wasn't some misunderstood, sweet boy. He was a true psycho.

She had to find out how hard it would be to get her family safe and call the cops. She had to.

But did she want him to go to jail?

Of course, he deserved it.

Her body still wanted him though. She still wanted him. Even now, she wanted to pull him into her bed and let him make her come again and again.

He had kidnapped her and her sister.

He hadn't hurt her sister. He hadn't really hurt her. He had talked her through her episodes, tried to help her. He had let her sister go on her word. He wanted someone to talk to, someone to love him despite how awkward he was. Despite his issues. She had issues. She could understand that. He liked her and he knew all about her issues.

"Babe? I said are you ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking. Umm. I think I need some ice cream... and then... are your folks home? Do you have a room to yourself?"

He grinned. "Yes and no. My dad is laid off, he is home and I share a room with my little brother."

"Oh."

"It's cool babe. I can get you there without a bed." He pulled her out to his car, looking back at her with his perfect smile.

Had she really ever thought he was anything less than completely hot?

She got in and noticed at the last second that Rachel had followed her. "So you aren't walking with me now? Or waiting for track practice to get over? You are leaving with...him?"

"What's wrong with him?" Felicity asked defensively, though she had felt like her sister's words were a blow. She had forgotten about practice and walking her home.

"Nothing if you don't mind skinned cats and dead puppies. He's a loser, why are you with him?"

"Rachel! You know none of that is true!"

"Do I? Caleb is in my English class and he says he's weird. He reads weird books about creepy stuff. Like taxidermy and how to make bombs and stuff."

"Caleb is one to talk, he is a punk and a bully!"

"His own brother says he is weird, doesn't that bother you?"

"What bothers me is that you have been being a brat all day. You are going to be late to practice. I will be back to walk you home."

"Don't bother! I can walk myself!" Rachel took off in a huff.

Felicity turned to Dillon warily, but he didn't look upset.

"Caleb is sort of right. Anarchists cookbook does mention a few things, but mostly I read it for the prepper things in it. You know, like end of the world type stuff. I like it, I think it's cool. Being prepared, having places to hide away if the shit hits the fan."

"Like, zombie apocalypse?"

"Something like that. Global pandemic, solar flare, nuclear war, economic collapse. There are a lot of things that can go wrong. I like feeling like I have a backup plan. Like I would know what to do if everything were to shut down tomorrow."

"So why don't you pay attention in school if you want to know so much?"

He laughed. "You are valedictorian, right? You tied for highest grade, but you had a cleaner record. You think I don't pay attention because I am a slacker? I don't pay attention because they have nothing to teach me and I don't give a fuck. I don't need to know what year the magna carta was signed to do what I plan on doing. I don't need to know advanced algebra, or how to properly construct a sentence, or what a dangling participle is. It's all bullshit. They don't teach us what we really need to know. So I teach myself. If that makes me weird, than I am fucking weird."

"It's not that weird. I think it's kind of neat. And you are right. Most people will never need 95% of what they learn in highschool. Some do. I will. Math especially, for what I plan on doing."

"So you said. Still want ice cream?"

"Sure. So the bunker, it's yours?"

"Yeah. It's on my uncles property. He was like me. He taught me a lot. He left it all to me because I was like him."

"He died?"

"Cancer. He was only 33."

"That really sucks, I'm sorry. So you have your uncle's place and your grampa's trailer?"

"Yeah. They were my moms family. My dad remarried after... anyway. That's why me and not anyone else."

"Your mom died too?"

"No," he said quickly, almost angrily, then went quite. He pulled into the diner and killed the engine, then sat there. Finally, after several long minutes of staring at his dashboard, he spoke. "She killed herself. Postpartum or some bullshit. Basically because I was born."

"You know that's not what that means, right?"

"I know. I know it's a head screw thing, but it still feels shitty. It's also why I get that people have issues and it's no big deal. Helping is better than the alternative. You know?"

"Yeah. Is your stepmom nice?"

"She's not a bitch or anything, but she likes her own kids. I am just sort of there. My dad... he tried for a while, but when he got laid off he started drinking worse than before. Typical, right? What about your dad?"

"He lives down by the lake. He owns his own company, they do electrical plans for huge industrial buildings. Ones that need a lot of... math. You know."

"And you plan on working for him?"

"That is the plan."

"You like him?"

"He is ok I guess. Mostly it was just an easy path."

"You don't have your own thing you want to do?"

"Not really. I like to read, but other than that, I don't like much else."

"Why not write?"

"I like to read, but not so good at writing. I prefer reading."

"One of the things I collect is books. If the shit does hit the fan, I don't want to be stuck for months without something to do. Books I have read and I like, books I haven't read, books on how to do things."

"Where do you keep them?"

"Right now, my uncle's place. Close to the bunker but not in it. I will get the bunker equipped after I am completely done with school. We getting ice cream or what?" he asked with a sad smile.

She went in with him and it was less busy. When they sat, she sat with him instead of across from him and laid her head on his arm as she hugged it with her own arm. They ate quietly, then she turned towards him and put her legs up over his and looked up at him. He looked down at her, his eyes shining and she pulled him down into a kiss. A public kiss. She knew it would make him happy and it did.

He seemed inordinately pleased as they left, holding hands. When they were both in the car, he kissed her again before pulling away. "School or your house?" he asked.

"Home I guess. She's mad, she won't let me walk with her. She'll just run ahead or something so I won't try. Was she... she wasn't hurt or anything was she?"

"Not at all. She had a comfy bed, food and water, books. She broke a chair trying to break down the door, but she wasn't hurt."

"So you never really intended to starve her?"

"No. She had enough food, water and snacks for a month. I keep it stocked down there."

"Your parents don't care that you are gone so much?"

"Nah. They know I stay at my uncles a lot. Sharing a room with my little brother is a pain, he is a dick."

"Yeah. So what do you want to do once school is out?"

"A lot actually. Already have a lot of it set up. You really want to hear all of it?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go inside, curl up on the couch and talk about it."

They went in and she curled up in his arms, laying her head on his chest. He told her about his plans to open a large compound and a place to teach people to prepare for the 'SHIFT' as he called it, standing for shit hits the fan, but sort of out of order because it sounds better. Teaching them how to grow their own food, can their own food, what sort of meat to raise, how to make cheese, what plants are good to eat and which aren't, how to forage. Everything anyone would need to know to live off the grid, including how to use weapons and how much food they needed for certain amounts of time. He had a huge plan, right down to his hours and the cost. It sounded viable, though she didn't know how much of a market there was for it. Apparently there was a huge market for it, according to him and the websites and groups he was in.

She listened to him, feeling a little in awe of his passion and his knowledge of everything. She had no idea he knew so much about everything.

"So that's a lot of it. I have a website set up to open once I get the compound built. I will use it for training, but I will also sell each bunker for use during the SHIFT. They can come when it happens, a bunch of preppers all grouped together. I'm more than two thirds done with all of it, I have been working on it for about three years. Maybe instead of taking off and getting a degree you don't want, you can stay here with me. Keep books, make appointments, learn a few new things."

"Maybe for the Summer, and then I can decide?" she asked warily.

"What's for the Summer?" her mom asked, coming down the stairs and drying her hair. "Hello Dillon! Where is Rachel?"

"She didn't want me to wait today, she is still grumpy," Felicity answered, avoiding her mom's other question.

"Oh. You girls and your teenage angst issues. You staying for dinner tonight Dillon?"

"Sure," he answered before Felicity could say no.

"Good! Hey, what was your last name? Who are your parents?"

"Allard."

"Oh, Donny?"

"Just Don now, yeah."

"I went to school with him! Lisa too. I'm sorry for your loss, she was a sweet girl."

"Thanks. My stepmom is cool too."

"Yeah, I knew Gail too. She was nice in school though I didn't know her as well as Lisa. They have kids together, don't they?"

"Yeah," he answered simply, not offering more. Her mom got the hint.

"Well I am making pork chops, hope you like those?"

"Sure, I'm not picky."

"Why don't you two come into the kitchen and keep me company sugarbooger?" her mom called from the kitchen.

Felicity sighed and Dillon sat up and turned her to face him, grinning. "You afraid your mom's gonna think I am a creep?"

"No. You are charming when you want to be..."

"Just hard to fake it in front of someone who knows you so well?" he asked, and his smile was dark this time. His smirk when she looked up at him in surprise was derisive. He leaned down and kissed her head, then got up and pulled her into the kitchen.