[Disclaimer: I do not own any of the walking dead characters, AMC does. I do however own Sherri and any other characters I create.]
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"Leave me alone." She whispered, trying to pick up her pace beside the beat up pickup. She kept her head down as she walked; it wasn't like she didn't know who it was. There were two of them always together.
He chuckled obnoxiously. She rolled her eyes at the nickname he had given her. She only shook her head and continued walking. "Come on new girl." He pleaded in a tone only an asshole could use. That was the last straw, she halted her stride and lifted her head. Her temped was flaring. All day at school that's what she had been called.
"My names not new girl." She stated. This time her voice was strong, the raising of her voice meant her accent was coming out. She heard him chuckle once again and that boiled her blood. He stopped the truck stepping out with a Cheshire smile. The younger one soon followed with what looked to be a scowl on his face.
"Well then what is it ni-"He never got a chance to speak. Before he could finish his sentence she unleashed a right hook that made his teeth click and her hand hurt. As he fell, the younger one rushed to his aid, pushing past her and seeing to his brother.
"Merle?"He asked, as he shook his brother. Merle. The name only a mother could pick. Walking over to them she looked down on him. "My names Sherri, you stupid asshole." She hissed. Walking away she forgot her books and stomped home, leaving the two boys to themselves. As Sherri stomped away the younger one couldn't help but smirk. "Merle, you just got your as kicked by a girl." He snickered.
"Shut the hell up, Daryl." Merle spat, pushing at his brother. He walked away from Merle, gathering her books in the process. He marveled over the books. Pre-Calculus, French, British literature. "Damn, that bitch must be smart." Merle hissed, putting the truck in gear and speeding off.
As soon as Sherri got home she realized she'd forgotten her books in her rage. She flopped down on the bed and put her feet up. She sighed at her stupidity. It was late in the evening, she was sure plenty of cars had shredded her books by now. That was when she heard the doorbell.
"Somebody go get the damn door!" She heard. She sighed and rolled off the bed. She stalked passed the living room and opened the door. She snatched the screen door opened and there stood Merle's younger brother, holding her books. Her heart jumped.
"You dropped these, when you knocked my brother on his ass." He smirked, handing them to her. She only smiled and opened the door. Stepping onto the porch she noticed Merle was sitting in the truck. "He's awful pissed at ya." He added.
"Think he'll accept an apology?" I asked lightly.
"Yeah, if you flash him a tit or somethin'" He grumbled. Sherri shrugged her shoulders and stepped off the porch and headed to the truck. As she neared Merle she saw him tense up. He ignored her presence.
"Merle, I know I don't know you well, but I'm sorry, I shouldn't've hit you. If I could repay you that'd be nice."Sherri spoke. He only chuckled.
"Hit? You damn near knocked my damn tooth out."He beamed. She frowned.
"You're not mad?"She asked.
"Shit yeah, I am. But once I saw that nice little backside you got, switching away all pissed off. I just enjoyed the view." He smirked. Sherri rolled her eyes at him and unconsciously looked at the door. Taking note of her father's grisly frame in the door way. She knew he had watched them the entire time.
"Well, I-uh, I gotta go. I'll see ya'll around?" Sherri asked
"You can bet that fine ass on it, huh Daryl?" Merle snickered. His name was Daryl. He only nodded, keeping his attention on the door way the entire time.
"You better go." Daryl frowned. He was right. My father was going to beat me black and blue for talking to them.
"Thanks for getting' my books, Daryl." He only nodded and with that Sherri waved them off. Merle sped off and Sherri headed towards the house. She could tell by the look on her father's face that he wasn't happy.
"You got boys houndin' ya already?" My father slurred. She only shook her head at him and showed him the books.
"They brought my books back to me." Sherri explained. That was the first hit. It was hard and it hurt like hell. Her lip seared with pain, as she licked her lip. He took a swig from his bottle and eyed her. She wondered if this time he would jam her against the wall and feel her body, like he always did.
Disgusting.
"I don't know how many times, I have to tell you. We can't afford to move again, because of another fuck-up. Now take your ass to bed, now."He commanded.
"Yes, sir." She stated, as she started for her room. He reached for her arm slightly, and shook his head.,
"In my room. I'll be up shortly." He smirked. Her stomach churned, and she shuddered lightly. She only nodded and went upstairs. As she entered his bed room she lay on the bed and waited. The pillows still smelled like her mother that was enough to make the tears come. When the door creaked open she immediately knew what was to come.