Locked( Book 1)

Chapter 18

Did my sister give him a mouthful? Did I hear her right? My little sister? Whose boyfriend has now decided to join us. And he joins her down below. Derek is speechless. He looks to Wesley for moral support on what happened, but Wesley shrugs and nods in agreement. Derek gives her a twisted smile and throws his hands up.

"Red has spoken; you all want to risk your lives. I'll stand aside and let you, but we do it on my terms, and if I say run and hide, you do exactly that," he said, looking at us all, "Is that clear?"

"Yeah, it's clear, but I have a question," Chloe said. Derek put his hand out before him, pointing it to her.

"Can Wesley be the one to shoot us with fake bullets? I don't trust your temper," she said. He looked back at Wesley. Wesley shrugged and nodded.

"No, no, not on me; I want Riley to shoot me," I spoke. I wasn't letting either of these men shoot me. Derek and Wesley look at each other. Riley nods at me. Saying she would do it.

"Okay, fine, Riley can shoot you, but if it gets too much, we quit," Derek said. Riley rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, because you know the first time will be hard, and you expect everyone to quit," she said. Derek stepped down from the porch and came face to face with her.

"Would you like to tell them how bad it hurts, or should I," he asked. She rolls her eyes again and sighs.

"It hurts like hell, but they are tough; give them some credit, won't ya," she said. He nods and purses his lips.

"We'll see red," he said. He looked at me. I would like to say something to him. I didn't care what he said. I wasn't going to say anything.

"Right," he turns to Wesley, "grab the guns and bullets; we start now."

Wesley ran inside the cabin. When he returned, he was holding four airsoft guns with hard plastic bullets. They were made from thick plastic. I began to get nervous. Afraid this wouldn't turn out right. And it probably wouldn't have if Wesley hadn't been there for moral support. And Riley hadn't been the one to shoot me. Derek was unhappy about this, but if he pushed his feelings down, he would be okay.

"I'll go first, Derek; you can shoot me, but don't enjoy it," Riley said, taking her flannel off. Wearing nothing but a T-shirt.

"Everyone will need to take their shirts off," Riley said. I looked at her, my eyes wide open. I turned to Chloe, and she shrugged. Noah grabs her hand. Riley takes her T-shirt off, leaving only her bra on. She turns around so she can be shot in the back first. And she walks a few steps.

"Three in the back and three in front, to start. I have been shot before. I expect little pain, but you two will feel stinging like someone pinching your back with metal forks," she said. It's so painful. Derek aimed at her.

"Alright, Red, don't act too tough," he said as he shot her once. She flinched a little, but she didn't move. He shot again. She winced, but then, the third, she didn't do anything. She had red welts on her back. And they looked painful. The force behind those bullets was so fast they dented the skin a little bit, but it didn't stay like that long, from what I understood.

"Okay, turn," Derek said. She turned around and braced herself again. Derek pulls the trigger on the airsoft gun. She winces. He pulls it against them, and she grunts, and the last shot he takes hits her chest. It bounces off, hitting her on the cheek. He puts the gun down to his side.

"And that, girls, is how it's done," Wesley says, taking the gun from Derek. Derek steps back. Riley pulls her shirt back over her head. Her face is red from the plastic bullet bouncing up. She wipes her face and looks at Chloe.

"Alright, Chloe, youngest to oldest, you're next shirt off; turn your back towards Wesley," she said. Chloe nods, coming towards Wesley. Noah was nervous. You could see it on his face. She takes her shirt off and throws it to Riley. She catches it. Wesley loads the gun with six plastic bullets. She turns her back.

"Alright, here we go, Cheerleader," Wesley said. She braced herself. And he pulled the trigger. She grunts in pain, but she doesn't move. Derek looks at Wesley, nodding to continue. He pulled the trigger again, and she winced and stood still. Wesley pulled the next, but she didn't say anything.

She has welts on her back, too. And she turns. She takes a breath and nods to Wesley. He pulls the trigger on her belly; a plastic bullet bounces, hitting the ground. She winced, closing her eyes. She folds her lips together, trying to hold the pain back. He shoots again and again, and she keeps her eyes closed. He points the last one at her chest and shoots. She grunts louder and takes a breath.

"Hurts like a bitch," she said, grabbing her shirt from Riley. Riley looks at Wesley as he's loading the gun for me. Derek stepped closer to Riley.

"Lower back, mid back, upper back, lower stomach, above the belly button, and the chest," he says. She gives him a sarcastic look.

"Yeah, I know," she said. He crosses his arms, stepping back. I took my jacket off first, throwing it to Chloe. And then I pulled my shirt over my head. Wesley and Derek both fought the urge to stare at me. I was wearing a white lace bra. So it didn't matter.

"Okay, Addy, you can do this if Chloe can, so can you remember you've carried our weight for years? You're stronger than anyone here," she said. I nodded, swallowing the fear I had in my throat.

I walked a few feet in front of Riley, about the same as the girls, roughly eight feet. I turned around and braced myself. Riley didn't tell me when she was starting. The anticipation would have been more challenging for me. So I braced myself.

The first bullet hit my lower back. I bit my lip, but I didn't move. It felt like someone had punched with a ring on, but double that pain. She pulled the next, and it hit my mid back. That one hurt. I fought back the urge to cry. But I knew I could do this. She pulled the next, and it hit my upper back. I let a breath out and turned. Not letting the pain show on my face. Derek and Wesley were both watching me.

Riley pulled the first one; it hit my lower stomach. That one hurt worse than the back. I bit my lip, not moving. Derek looked at Wesley and said to Derek. They could see the pain I was holding back. She pulled the next, hitting me above the belly button. It stung, but it didn't hurt. I relaxed my body for the next hit; she pulled the trigger, hitting me in the chest. That one was as bad as the mid-back. I settled, taking a breath. I walked over to Riley.

"You're right; I'd rather be shot a thousand times with an airsoft gun than watch you or Chloe die," I said, grabbing my jacket and shirt from Chloe. Riley shoves the gun in Derek's hand.

"Just so you know, I don't like you, I'm only helping because my sister does, and if you open your mouth and shit comes out of it, I'll gladly put a bullet in you and say it was an accident."