We Need to Go

Savannah

“I cannot believe you two! Sneaking into a club, underage, drinking alcohol.”

“Savannah, I don’t want to even think about what in God’s name you were doing in that office with the likes of Damon Henley.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am right now? My only son, my only niece. Shit-face drunk, lying, sneaking around, breaking laws as well as house rules.

“The only reason you two aren’t sitting behind bars is because of me. I am pissed off at the both of you.”

Uncle Jonah stalks us, circling around in the parking lot of the club.

Damon and his group managed to get away because of me. I distracted Dallas, uncle’s favorite stooge.

He owes me for that, and I won’t let him forget either.

“I don’t know what to do with you two. I can’t ground you, I can’t take the car away. Maybe some good, old-fashioned discipline will teach you two a lesson.

“Maybe I should just book you both in for the night.”

I didn’t mean to but I giggled.

I couldn’t help it when the thought popped in my head. I was still way past tipsy and this was a problem.

This was the wrong move.

Way wrong.

“What was that, Savannah? Tonight’s been a shit storm, let me in on the laugh. In fact, we all want to laugh.”

He stopped in front of me, his cop face eyeballing me with vengeance.

His cop buddies around us like we are the only people who matter right now.

“I’m sorry, Uncle. I didn’t mean to laugh. I don’t want to go to the all-lady fur factory. I need a shower. Please forgive me for forcing Percy into taking me and drinking.

“This was my fault not his. Punish me, not him. You know this was all me. Percy wouldn’t do this on his own. Make me do more… I don’t know… Therapy? Give me a job?

“If you really want to you can have me paddled, but I would prefer if Dallas or Jagger did it.”

I winked at the two men, who are really amazing cops. I still see the spark in their eyes.

Uncle Jonah glared at the two men and made them look down.

Definitely the alpha male around here.

I mouthed I’m sorry and hid my face in my hair to stop the lame-ass smirk on my face.

This wasn’t funny.

Uncle Jonah felt disrespected and that’s not okay. I didn’t mean to make light of this situation, I just couldn’t help it.

This was funny!

I knew this would be something we laughed about in a few years.

Uncle Jonah would bring this up whenever I had kids, telling me he hoped they were twice as bad so I could get my karma, but damn it!

“Savannah Gabriella Madis, shut your mouth, and shut it now.”

He was really mad.

He only used my full name when I was in deep, ~deep~ shit.

Percy shook like a leaf in the wind. To say he was terrified of his dad would be an understatement.

Percy never got spanked or even in trouble really growing up, but Uncle Jonah had the fear of God installed in this boy.

He always has been a daddy’s boy, maybe because Aunt Zoey was a cruddy mom, I don’t know.

“Percy, I’m disappointed in you. You let me down tonight. I expected more, I know you know better than this. Go get Savannah’s medicine so I can drive you two back home.”

Uncle snapped his fingers and Percy took off like his life depended on it.

I stood there, hot-headed as ever.

Looking around, checking out the sky, looking at the other officers and doing whatever until Percy came back.

Sticking my new needle in the little bottle and getting my dosage right, sparing one last fleeting look as I rolled my jacket down and let my shoulder out.

A quick little stab of the needle and I was out like a light, falling into my uncle’s arms and being pulled into the darkness before he even got me to the back of the cop car.

***

When I woke up the birds were singing, the sun shining and everything seemed like a peaceful Saturday morning.

That is until I felt the wave of stomach bile rolling up my throat, giving me the mouth sweats.

I barely made it to my trash can before puking up enough nasty yellow vomit to paint a school bus.

My door swung open, Uncle Jonah’s loud, off-key signing of Johnny Cash blaring and making my eyes clamp shut at the ringing, pounding behind my eyes and in my ears.

“GOOD MORNING, SAVANNAH.” Uncle cupped his hands around his mouth and made the sound amplify.

I puked one more time.

“Looks like your belly is empty, how about a nice simple breakfast of cheesy, greasy, sweet, thick, gravy filling—”

I gagged, like a cat trying to cough up a hairball and getting nothing out.

My uncle laughed.

“You don’t want any food, Vannah?”

The smell of burnt toast, sweet syrup, brown gravy and roasted chicken poisoned my sense of smell.

I gagged harder.

“Uncle, please. No more. I get it.”

I plugged my nose and tried to scoot away from this bastard of a man.

“You get what? That I’m just trying to feed you?”

His words coated in sarcasm.

“I never get hungover. This is awful.”

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the floor. My head was spinning on a loop.

“Now, Savannah, you need to get a shower and get dressed. Can’t have you missing your knee and group therapy.”

“I’m thinking about the long walk there. It’s going to be a scorcher this afternoon. A whopping 101 degrees.

“So I made you a nice apple banana smoothie, added a little kale and some pineapple to give it a good punch. How does it smell, Van?”

A disgusting waft of sweet and earthy with a kick of citrus had me right back on my knees and gagging.

“I tap out. You win. I love you. Please, Uncle. I get it. I do. Please.”

I made the tap-out sign and then the cross.

Uncle Jonah left me finally when a new loud blast of “Ring of Fire” came booming through the house and the bathroom door swung open.

“Ahh my favorite son, how about breakfast?”

He moved on to his next victim.

I crawled my ass into the bathroom and managed to get in the bathtub like some frail old lady who broke a hip or something.

The water hit me with Antarctic cold—I yelped.

I smacked around with the knobs before turning it to scalding and realizing my entire outfit was still on.

Down to the heels and the pins in my hair.

As the water rained down, I miraculously managed to undress myself and stand up.

My dress stuck to my body from Damon’s dry cum gluing it to my stomach like some nasty superglue I needed to clean away.

Even with soap his jizz flaked and pulled out the tiny fine hairs that lay on my lower belly.

Getting out was much easier than getting in, and after brushing my teeth, running a brush through my hair and cleaning my face, I felt like a human being once again.

Uncle Jonah waited outside the bathroom door with a metal pan and a wooden ladle.

As soon as I opened the door, he started banging, singing “Kumbaya my Lord” at a ten like this was some hippy BBQ and he was the white guy with the acoustic guitar.

“No! No. No more.” I ran away from him and into my room with my towel around me for dear life.

This was such horseshit!

He was having way too much fun and I needed to be coddled.

I didn’t feel good, I had so much to do, I was thirsty, whiny and I need to cum again.

Damon can’t come over and I can’t go see him…

My idea generator sparked up, leading me to my dresser where a thank-you note was tossed on the top.

Dialing the number and sending a text, I immediately get a response.

Savannah

My temple needs worshipping puppy.

Puppy

Yes, absolutely. I would be honored, goddess.

Savannah

Meet you at your house at five.

Puppy

Yes my goddess.

I need someone to take care of me today and to get away from Uncle, who is being such a meany.