How do you survive? Chapter 1: Life right now
Warning, there is mention of abuse and inappropriate actions in this chapter
We have been at the camp for 3 weeks now. And I already want to leave. Carl enjoys his time with Sofia, the became friends as soon as the saw each other in that traffic jam. Mom had been enjoying herself with Shane, she was over dad so quickly it's scary. And Shane is the same creep he has always been. He had been giving the same weird look the last weeks, as he gave me every time he came to our house. The same look he always gave my mom.
But not only is Shane irritating me to my bones, but everyone here is treating me as a child. I'm a good shot, my dad made sure of that. He taught me how to handle a gun when I was 12 years old and I took lessons in archery from around the same age. As soon as this thing started I got Carl and my bow, I found a small revolver in dad's nightstand, and like that we left the house with mom and Shane.
I'm sitting on the RV, it was actually Andrea's turn to have watch, but I convinced her to let me take over. Dale and Shane are in charge of the camp right now, and both of them refuse to let me stand watch, or help going on supply runs. The only one accepting me seems to be Glenn, and sometimes Daryl. But that's just because I don't nag if he acts gross, or whine when he shoots a squirrel. And he seems to be okay with me going on small hunts with him, unfortunately my mom isn't.
''Cheyenne, what are you doing up there?''
"I'm standing watch, are you blind Shane?"
He looks around before climbing up the ladder. He stands next to me, hovering over me. His left hand wraps around my upper arm and he pulls me on my feet.
"Get the fuck of the RV and get Andrea to do her own shifts."
He pushes me in front of him, towards the ladder. I climb down, not wanting to anger him further. The last time I did that didn't end very well for me, I still feel his harsh hands on me when I think back to the night that only happened last week.
We had dinner and was walking back to my tent. I hear my name being shouted from behind me. I turn around before entering my tent and I see Shane walking towards me. He seems agitated, although I don't know why.
"Can you clean up your mess for one fricking time?'' He asks, standing a bit too close to me now.
"What do you mean?" I cleaned up my plate from my dinner, I put in the bucket for the one with dishes duty this evening, I even took Carls plate with me.
"Your spot is a mess, if you keep throwing food on the floor like that, it will attract walkers."
His words seem kind of slurred. He probably has been drinking some of Merle's self-brewed beer or something.
"It can't be that bad, don't be a pussy. Walkers aren't even attracted to human food, otherwise this place would have been overrun long time ago. Now leave me alone."
I try to turn away from him but he grabs my arm and drags me with him a few feet further. We have reached the back of the RV when I finally succeed in pulling back my arm from his grip.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
He grabs back my arm and pushes me against the RV. His right hand across my chest, restraining me from getting away. His arm kind of pushes against my throat, causing me to gasp for air. I have never seen him like this. Shane was never the aggressive person. The look in his eyes is even scarier, it's not madness, it's more like hunger.
His left arm roams the right side of my body and I shiver.
"You have a beautiful body, just like your mother…" His hand gets under my shirt and I wiggle to get free from his hold, but he only pushed me harder against the RV.
I push against me with my hands, but it's no use. His hands hold mine within seconds, putting them above my head. I feel tears behind my eyes. I can't cry, I can't show him weakness.
"You shouldn't fight so much, although it kind of turns me on when you do. I've always wanted to see that body of you without those stupid clothes on. But your dad would have killed before I could have the chance to. Good thing he not here now.
He puts his head in the crook of my neck and starts kissing. Except crying, I want to puke now too. His right hand is holding my hands above my head, his body pushing against mine to keep me from running away. His left hand roams my torso and towards my breasts. I can feel him pushing his groin against my body and I whimper.
"Shane? Where are you?" I hear my mom shout.
"Don't say a word. You are going to stay here and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut."
With that he let go of my hands and turned away from me.
I shiver when I think back to that night, and what would have happened if my mom wouldn't have called for him. Since them I have been scared shitless for him. That's the only reason I bite my lip twice before talking back to him, and I check his mood every two minutes to see if I can move around freely or I should stay among other people.
This is the main reason I hate being at this camp. But it is the only way to survive, I know I wouldn't make one mile if I were on my own. So I stay, but not because it's so lovely around here. This is my life right now, and I have to deal with it.
