I was 8 when the construction on The Trench began.
It started out as a running joke, people making fun of a billionaires folly.
By the time I was 13, it was no longer a joke, it was the most talked about project on the planet. The massive underground bunker that could save mankind.
My brother had started working on it, graduating highschool and going to work for them right away.
For me, living in Salina, the Trench was not just a massive news drain, it was everyday life for me. You could see the cranes and construction equipment and mountains of fill dirt back behind the work area from my backyard.
The workers stayed in town, the kids went to school with me. I was used to them.
By the time I turned 18, it was done and news was coming down about who was going to go into the Trench.
The thing about the Trench was, it was too far for anyone to get to if something huge happened. It was meant to be long term and sealed in living and once it was locked, it wouldn't unlock for at least 100 years, probably longer. The inside was self-sustaining and could last as long as it was needed.
It could be that absolutely nothing happened in those 100 years, or it could be that the world ends and only those inside get to live. It was built to withstand anything, even solar flares so massive they decimate the rest of the earth, or meteors, floods, or about anything else.
That was the rub.
There was room for 900 people inside and the living conditions would be modern, but sparse. There wasn't a lot of room.
Tens of thousands of people wanted in and there were lotteries being held. Small ones for specialized jobs and the people who were qualified, larger ones for jobs that didn't need specialists.
Rich people were buying their way into the upper level, the 'expensive' level that was larger and had more amenities.
The trained professionals were promised the two levels just below the amenities level, and everyone else in the lottery got to go into the more crowded lower levels.
My brother was one of the first to put his name in for the lower levels and he suggested I try as well.
I had no interest in living and dying underground, though, never seeing the light of day again and being stuck with a group of people I would probably come to loathe.
As the time drew closer, he tried harder to get me to do it since my chances were so good. They were drawing an even number of men and women so that the population would stay even.
I still told him no.
I had plans for my life, and they didn't include turning into a mole.
They did, however, include marrying Phillip and getting a house built on his families acreage and living out my dream of having my own garden, chickens, goats and a she shed to store all my books and read in.
Phillip was all in as well, we'd been dating since 8th grade and he was excited as I was to get our life started.
He was a little more religious than I was, but I didn't mind that at all. Especially since he said his was a more personal belief and he didn't go to church with his folks. He just held his convictions in his heart.
I respected that and I was happy to wait until we were married.
I did think we could kiss more, and even make out some... but his focus was always on something else. He was very into farming and competing in 4-H and doing shows all over the place.
Our Senior year, he suddenly got into football as well. He started wanting to go to all the games and he started hanging out with a group of them. He even took me to parties.
It hadn't been our thing, not until that year and I tried to understand it... but I really didn't. I would find a room to hide in and sit and read while he played beer pong and got drunk with his friends.
He'd come find me when it was time to go and I would drive us home.
It was our graduation party that changed everything for me.
He took me to the huge party and I tried to smile and pretend to have fun, but I really just wanted to go back home and hang out with my family. Kyle was already packing, SURE he was going to be drawn in the lottery since he got to put in 7 times for all the extra things he was doing to be one of the ones chosen. If he was drawn, he would be gone by the weekend.
I didn't want to hang out in this rich person's house and watch teenagers be stupid and get drunk, I wanted to celebrate this accomplishment with my family!
Sulking, I found an empty room and curled up with a book, but I couldn't get my mind off of feeling like I was in the wrong place.
This time, I decided I could leave and come back for him when he was ready. I would go home and spend time with my family, then come back!
That settled, I went to find Phillip.
He was nowhere, though, and no one knew where he was. I asked about his friends, but no one knew where they were either.
Finally, someone said they saw Aaron and Braydon going upstairs to the master suite.
Those were his new best friends! They would know where he was!
Hurrying upstairs, I went in and hurried past the little living area to the almost closed door into the area with the bed.
When I opened the door, I wasn't sure what I was watching for a moment.
Aaron and Brayden were on their knees on the bed and Phillip was between them on his hands and knees. Another football player was nearby with a phone, filming them and I finally realized what I was seeing.
Brayden was fucking Phillip in the ass while Aaron was fucking his mouth and Kris was filming it all while Corey stood back and watched.
What the hell?
"Phillip?" I asked, horrified.
Jerking and rolling, panting, he sat up, covering himself with a blanket. "Wen?!?! What are you doing here, Wen? What the fuck?" he demanded, looking around for his clothes while Aaron glared at me and Brayden looked uncertain.
Kris laughed and pointed the phone at me. "Little bitch boy just got busted by his little bitch!" he laughed.
"Stop her!" Phillip yelled as I backed out of the room.
Corey took him literally, tackling me down to the ground and pinning me there.
"Fuck!" Kris laughed. "Did you see that shit? I think she's jealous! Pissed that her boys gettin' fucked and she aint! He told us how you've been on him to fuck you, Elowen! How he cain't get it up for you! How he gets it up for Brayden though!" he laughed, still filming.
"Knock it off, Kris! Let her up, Corey!" Phillip yelled.
"This bitch goes and runs her mouth, I will fucking kill her," Corey threatened "I ain't no fucking queer!"
"She knows, she won't say anything! Let her up!" Phillip cried, moving my hair off my face as I cried.
"I say we let Corey fuck her! Prove he don't' get off on watching boys fucking," Kris laughed again, obviously high on something.
