Hello. :) This is going to be a VERY AU Bethyl fic, and I hope I have a lot of fun with it. I don't have much to say, but thanks for viewing and enjoy. :)
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I was sixteen when I first saw him. Maggie took me up to Wisconsin to "look for colleges"-or so she told Daddy. She just wanted to find a good fuck with someone new, someone who wouldn't spread rumors to people she knew.
I was sitting in the back seat of some guys truck. Maggie left me to go to some club, left me with two guys, easily in their twenties. They asked me how old I was, and in a burst of freedom, I told them I was eighteen. They grinned at each other.
"You do anything...fun, baby girl?" one of them asked. He had cold blue eyes, a buzz cut and older than the other. His voice was rough and southern, and I wondered if he came from Georgia too. The guy sitting next to him had deep brown eyes and had a smoother edge to him, clean shaven face and dirty blond hair. And yet, he gave that creepy, cold grin.
I shook my head at him. "No, but I'm willin' to try," I squeaked out. I wanted to sound rebellious and defiant, not like a damn mouse. I was sick of Maggie always being the dangerous one, always out and defying our daddy. I was always the typical preachers daughter, always dressed in a pristine white dress, or a light floral skirt...
"You got a good one, Merle," the other guy said. He had the northern accent of most of the people up here.
Tonight I'd borrowed some of Maggie's clothes and I was grateful. I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of combat boots, along with a white tank top. My hair was in a French braid to the side, but I slept in it so it was only half in the pony tail still.
"We'll start you off easy, sweet heart." By now we were stopped in front of a house. The bass from inside was shaking the ground and I saw tons of silhouettes in the big bay window. "Got a name, baby girl?" Merle asked, his voice sickly sweet.
I nodded and they looked at me expectantly, until I realized I didn't say my name. "B-Beth. I'm Beth."
The other guy looked at Merle and said, "Definitely wouldn't expect her to be Maggie's sister."
"Won't be sayin' that after tonight, Mikey," Merle said. They got out and Merle oh-so kindly opened my door for me. He put his arm around my waist, pulling me a little to close to his side. He smelled of alcohol and what I assumed was pot, but I shrugged it off. That's what I was here for, wasn't it?
We walked in and I was hit with the smell of sweat, and the heat of a billion bodies stuffed into one room. It excited me even more. I was never used to this many people.
Merle walked me to the living room. There was a girl sitting on a mans lap in one of the big chairs, another couple laying and groping each other on the couch. The table in the middle had at least ten bottles on it, and a stack of different colored solo cups. There was shot glasses scattered around and there was three different cups. They were shaped like normal cups, but in the middle was like another shot glass.
Merle poured a dark liquid into the middle, and some kind of Monster energy drink into the outside. "This is Jager bomb. Ya gotta drink it real fast, chug it down. Got it?" he handed me the cup and I nodded, feeling nervous.
I put the cup to my lips and swallowed it all down as fast as I could. The taste was bitter and tasted almost like cough syrup. I stood for a second and slowly felt my cheeks flush. Mikey had made his way to a corner with some girl, and Merle grinned at me. "Want another?"
I thought about it for a second. I wanted to feel what my dad felt all those nights he used to drink. I nodded eagerly and he poured me another and I took it down easier this time. I grinned at him, my belly feeling warm and my head feeling light. He took my hand and pulled me into a vacant room and sat me down on the bed.
"Ever smoked, sweet heart?" he asked. His voice was rough and terribly attractive at that moment. I shook my head, a grin still plastered to my face. "Great."
He pulled out a bong from the closet and a little baggie. I knew from my friends what it all was. He put the weed into the little glass bowl and handed it to me. "Ladies first. All ya gotta do it breathe in, I'll handle everything else." I nodded and put it up to my mouth. I started breathing in and the water at the bottom started bubbling. Merle lit it and smoke filled my lungs. My eyes started to water but I kept in my cough. He took off the bowl and I sucked in the rest of the smoke, pulled my mouth off the bong and blew the smoke out, inches from Merle's face. I felt lighter and giggly, and Merle stared at me with animal eyes.
He leaned in and kissed me hungrily, shoving his tongue in my mouth. The weird thing is, I kissed him back just the same; sloppy and animal. His hands went to my breasts and undid my pants, yanking them down to my ankles. There was an ache between my legs that I'd never felt before and I sat on his knee, each leg on either side, grinding myself on his leg.
He groaned and unbuttoned his pants, his length springing free. He pulled me on top of him, forcing himself in. I cried out in pain, but he didn't care that I was a virgin. Tears spilled from my eyes and I realized with abruptness that this wasn't what I wanted.
I cried for him to stop, begging him to stop. He didn't listen to me and finished inside of me, getting up and leaving. Obviously he had pleased himself. I curled up in a ball and sobbed into my knees on the thick quilt covering the bed. I was in there for at least an hour until somebody opened the door. He had the same blue eyes as Merle but had brown shaggy hair and was less burly.
"What the fuck did he do to you?" he said, his voice thick with that southern accent.
I hope you guys enjoyed this. I think this first chapter went quite well. Drop a review, I might update again later. :3
