Page 39 of Resistant

“Oh, is this a tit for tat?”

“Well, I don’t know about getting a tat, but if it has something to do with tit, I’m game.”

Brynn rolls her eyes and pushes her toothbrush towards my hand.

“Please Declan.”

“Angel, if I get tits, and begging, fuck yeah you can have my toothpaste.”

I put a smidge of toothpaste on her brush, and when the bristles hit her teeth, she closes her eyes in bliss.

“Ohhrgh, Ah missed dis so muh!”

I brush my teeth and watch Brynn as she has her own personal mouth orgasm experience. We take turns spitting and rinsing and I smack her ass as we head to the bedroom.

Brynn opens the closet door and pulls out some sheets, a blanket, and two pillows. We work together in silence making the bed.

I close the bedroom door, strip down to my boxer briefs and climb into the bed. She snuggles in next to me and I pull her close to my chest. I rub my face in her whisky colored hair, groaning softly, and put my lips to her ear and begin to tell her my story, murmuring so the cameras won’t pick any sound.

I tell her about everything, my old work, my time in the Resistance, all the way up to two days ago when I received her intake file. She tenses for a moment when I share the information about her intake file and suddenly relaxes against me.

Her fingers are slowly stroking mine which are splayed on her belly, and we stay like that unmoving for a couple of hours.

When I’m done, my voice is cracking, and she rolls over to face me. She looks me right in the eye, her eyes are luminous even in the dark. Her face is so close my nose is almost touching hers, and she begins to talk.

Brynn’s Story

Brynn

“We were quiet Resistance, me and my family. We didn’t participate in protests or post anything disparaging political content on social media.

We kept our opinions to ourselves and hoped that our vote would oust the players in the government who were trying to usher in the New Reform.

I helped with co-ops and gardened, took care of us as best I could. We lived in a rural area and had a well, so I didn’t ever worry much about water contamination. I tested the water every so often with kits to be sure our groundwater wasn’t contaminated.

We stayed there for a long time, no one bothered us. We lived and let live. I rarely went out, and we didn’t enroll in any of the government assistance programs and kept a low profile.”

I pause for a moment and fidget, it’s harder than I thought it would be, talking about my family. I don’t want to see the empathy on Declan’s face, so I don’t look back up at him as I continue.

“My husband left to fight in the Resistance. Soon afterward, nuclear weapons were deployed. My boys and I fought to survive. We had a dog, named Lily. She protected us, she was trained.” I smile remembering my sweet goofy puppy. She was such a good girl.

“Wyatt, left to fight and we didn’t have much. We were out of food and resources. A Transitioner came to my house.” I take a breath and a sob escapes and I try to stuff it back down.

I’m inundated by the memories of how I felt at that time. The grief, fear and loneliness take hold of me and my words tumble out of my mouth haphazardly.

“We spent several months locked in the house and didn’t ever go outside. We had been sorting through old stuff that was left in the basement by previous owners. They had all kinds of old appliances, and the boys were playing with a rotary phone.

On a whim, I plugged it in. And he called, that night. I didn’t know where I should run to. I’d been warned that the New Reform were going to come get my boys.

I was assigned to the Trade, and I didn’t want to do it. I tried to find another way, but my boys were hungry. So, I did it. I had men come to my house. I earned credits, I earned a lot of credits, and we were getting ready to leave.

Wyatt was gone, I didn’t know what had happened to him, if he was alive or dead.

That last day, the day before I planned to leave, he called.

He called and told me to leave right away, he said to leave now. And I didn’t leave, I waited until the morning. I should have listened to him.”

My fingers tremble and I tuck my hands under the pillow.

---