No Good For You

XVIII

We made it back home and I headed to my room.

When I got there, I laid in my bed and just looked through my phone.

I'd been here for about two hours before my door was opened and I looked up to see Riot entering sneakily.

He closed and locked it behind himself then took a seat in my chair.

"What?" I asked.
"Nothin'."

I went back to my phone and he sat there with his toothpick being toyed with between his teeth.
We stayed here in silence.

"Riot..." I called him and laid my phone down.
"Hm?" He continued looking at the floor.
"What happened?"
"Nothin' happened."
I looked at his fists and saw that he'd cleaned his hands.
"That's a lie."
"How?" he asked and leaned back in the seat. He finally looked at me.
"Did you kill them?"
"Almost." he stated and removed his toothpick.
"Why?"
"Because they pissed me off."

I got up to go to my closet and gather my things for a shower.

He followed me into the bathroom.

"How's your arm?" I asked.
"I'm high so I don't feel it."
"Did you swing with it?"
"Yea."
"Why?"
"Forgot I was shot."
"How do you forget you were shot?"
He shrugged.
"Take this more seriously."
He scoffed. "You think this is my first bullet wound?"
"Isn't it?"
He pulled his shirt up and shifted to the side.
"Can't see it, I got a tat put over it."
I looked closer and noticed the scar tissue underneath it.
"When was this?"
"I don't know. Like a year or two ago?"
"Where was I?!"
"B made you stay home. I was high almost everyday afterwards so you probably couldn't tell I was in pain." he explained.

I grazed my thumb over it to feel how big it was since his tattoo covered it.

"And that's not the first time Zachariah's shot me."
"What?..."
He sighed then pulled the shirt off all the way. He pointed at a wound in his right shoulder before turning around. His back was covered in a detailed roaring dragon tattoo, I looked at every toned muscle surrounding it.
"What am I looking for?" I asked.
"Check under my left shoulder blade."

I looked and it was there.

"You've been shot three times by him?" I asked in disbelief.
"He missed more than he made, so it's fine." He turned back around to look at me and began sliding his shirt back on.
I hated that accuracy was how he measured whether or not it was okay.

I had an idea that I'd have to wait to execute until tomorrow.

I also realized something.

"Riot..."
"Hm?"
"Where's your mother?"

I've known them for six years and no one has ever spoken a word about her.

"I don't know." he stated matter of factly.
"Does B know?"
"Never asked. I didn't know we didn't have one until I was like 15."
"How?"
"We ain't go to school, princess. We ain't have friends our age. We ain't know you needed mothers. Meredith sat us down one day and said we were gettin' to that age where relationships should be had and taken seriously. She told us that since we didn't have a mom we probably ain't know how to take care of and handle a woman because nobody taught us that. So she slapped us if we called women 'bitches', told us to always protect 'em, and went on a few tangents about consent."
"You've called me a bitch." I said with a lifted brow.
"Because you piss me off. Not because you're a woman."
I rolled my eyes then went to turn on my shower.

"I'm about to shower, get out." I commanded as I took my shirt off.
"Nothin' I haven't seen before."
I looked at him as his eyes stared at my chest.
"Can you stop being a fuckin' slut for more than five minutes?" I asked sassily.
"You the one that took your fuckin' shirt off!"
"Bitch, it's my bathroom!"
"It's my eyes!"
"That's not how this fuckin' works!"
"How ain't it?"
"Get out, Riot." I instructed.
"Gimme a kiss first." he smirked.
"Kiss my ass."
"Alright."
"You're such a whore." I rolled my eyes then walked over to him and began pushing him out with my hands pressed against his abs.

He leaned down a bit and kissed my head which made me laugh. I looked up at him and he kissed my lips this time.

"I wanna fuck you." he claimed and kissed me again.
"I know." I kissed him back.
"You gonna let me?"
"Get out of my bathroom."
He grabbed my neck and kissed me deeper than before.

"You kicked somebody's ass for me?" I asked him.
"No, I just got anger issues."
I smiled. "Yea, you do."

"We gotta go outta town tomorrow. Like a two hour car ride." he stated.
"For what?" I wondered.
"Ocean." Was the name of another one of B's clubs. It got a pretty good rating but it wasn't top five.
"And you're telling me this because?"
"Don't get nobody shot." he threatened.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That I know how much you like to dance."
"I dance when I feel like dancin' with whoever I feel like dancin' with."
"Remember you said that when he's put in a coma."
"Sound kind of possessive right now, daddy, is there somethin' you wanna tell me?" I smirked.
"Believe what you want, but I just don't feel like hearin' B's mouth about it. Act right."

He let me go then walked out of my room.