Shane and his ways

ReedusLover3

*CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL CONTENT..

NOT THE GOOD KIND*

**WHEN YOU HEAR DARYL SAY BETH,

HE'S TALKING ABOUT ELIZABETH..

NOT THE BLONDE BETH WHO IS FROM

HERSHEL'S FARM**

After we had greeted everyone in out group, we met the new people. There was Maggie who was the woman who saved Andrea and I from the walker. She was tall with chin length chestnut colored hair, and navy blue eyes. Beth was a teenager with pretty, long blonde hair and eyes that matched Maggies. There was Hershel who was an older gentleman with white hair and bushy eyebrows. He was the father of Maggie and Beth. Patricia was the wife of Otis who had supposedly died helping Shane. She was the same height at Maggie with graying blonde hair, and blue eyes. Last was Jimmy- Beth's boyfriend, he was shorter than Daryl with brown hair and matching eyes. We were sent towards a pile of rocks which Maggie told me was a reminder of Otis. While we were standing there praying, Patricia asked Shane to say words about Otis. I eyed him closely as he spoke. He was obviously torn up about the death, but there was something else I saw in his eyes that rarely looked up at the group. Guilt, remorse. From what I knew of Shane, he wasn't telling the whole story. I looked up at Daryl to see him eyeing Shane down as well. I nudged him lightly and nodded at Shane, Daryl obviously understood what I meant. He nodded his head also and when the group dispersed we headed towards the empty fields together. When we were far from the others we sat beneath a tree and stared at the serene farm from our spot.

"He's lying." I told Daryl without even having to explain or say who I was talking about.

"I know." He stated. "Damn shame no one else can tell."

"What do we do?"

"Nothin'. He'll get what he deserves when the time comes."

"You sure?"

"Yeah.. don't worry about it." Daryl looked at me, then looked away.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothin'." Daryl chuckled. "Your persistance. You always want to be the good guy, Beth."

"Is that a good thing?" I asked him, messing with a piece of grass.

"Yeah, sort of." He looked at me again but didn't turn away. "Beth, i've only know you for a few days and I feel like I already know your whole life story."

"Is that so.." I trailed off as I stared into his icy blue eyes, he saw me staring at him intently and he sighed. Why wasn't he like this with everyone else?

"Come on," he held a hand out and helped me up, "time to go back. They might worry." Daryl stated. We walked back hand and hand, only letting them go when we reached to the house where everyone was moving about.

"Shower's open, feel free to use it." I heard Beth tell Daryl and I.

"Go on." He pushed me towards the door and I nodded, following Beth through the kitchen to a bathroom in the back.

"I have extra clothes you can go through and see what fits after you're shower." I nodded at her kind words. "Take you're time." She smiled before leaving me be. I flipped the shower on to warm and smiled when I stepped in, the pounding on my back felt nice. After cleaning myself and such, I stepped out of the shower and began searching through the clothes. I found a pair of ripped jeans which fit nicely, new socks, and a peach colored tank top that was loose fitting. When I was finishing up, the door flung open to reveal Shane. I snarled in disgust as he stared at me. Luckily, I was dressed this time.

"What?" I asked, annoyed. I watched him shut the door behind him and step closer to me.

"We need to talk." He stated.

"No, we don't." I made a move to bypass him but his hand gripped my wrist.

"Yes, we do." Shane said and pulled me backwards. "Listen to me." He pushed me against the bathroom wall and held my wrists down. "That night at the CDC-"

"Oh, when you tried to rape me?" I cut him off and his glared at me.

"I'm not liking this attitude, Elizabeth. Daryl is rubbing off onto you."

"Does it matter?"

"I don't like bein' disrespected, especially by a woman." I didn't respond so he continued. "I think we both know how hard it is to keep up a relationship."

"And?"

"That night, I think we should finish it." He paused. "We have nothing left to loose, what with the world turning to shit." I went to break free from him, but his grip was too strong.

"Fuck no!" I snarled. "You tried raping me against my will! I don't want to 'finish it', all I want is for you to get you're dirty hands off of me!" I shouted and his face turned red.

"Keep you're mouth shut!" He hissed and I had memories of the CDC come back.

"Get off of me.. now!" He wouldn't listen. One hand went and locked the bathroom door, while the other pinned my arms above my body. "Shane.. SHANE!" I screamed against his mouth that sat on mine. His other hand trailed up my shirt and to my bra, I struggled against him which only made him tighten his grip.

"I've wanted this for so long.." Shane mumbled and his hand that was on my breasts trailed down to my pants, unbuttoning them. I let out a muffled scream as his hand slipped down the waistband. "Stop moving." He told me. I quit struggling, knowing it was a failure to even try. His grip on me was deadly and strong, and his mouth on mine blocked all sounds I made. When my pants fell, he went to unbuckle his but his grip slipped and I elbowed him in the eye. "Fuck!" He screamed as I ran to the door, struggling with the lock. "You little bitch, get you're ass over here!" Shane gripped my hair and drug me backwards. "Don't ruin my fun!"

"Help-" Shane slammed my head against the counter.

"Be. Quiet." He snarled into my ear, black dots swarming my vision. No.. no I can't black out..

My head hurt, and my eyes stung from unshed tears when I woke. I was laying on a bed in a secluded bedroom. I could hear people shuffling about in the kitchen nearby, and Carl's muffled and weak voice talking. Sitting up, I noticed that I was fully naked and I immediately pulled the covers up. Bad thoughts swirled my head and I knew something had happened after I blacked out. As I moaned about my head, the door opened and Patricia walked in.

"Oh thank God.." She mumbled and ran to my side. "How do you feel?"

"Like shit.." I answered.

"Here, let's get you dressed." She handed me my clothes and helped me put them on, my face red the whole time. "Lay down, you're head must hurt an awful lot." She left the room and I heard her shouting for someone. "She's up! Come! Come!" When she did return, it was with Hershel and Daryl. I couldn't stare at Daryl because his intense eyes were burning a hole in my side.

"You must feel sore?" Hershel asked quietly and I nodded. "You had quite a hit to the head again. Concussion, possibly."

"What happened?" I asked and Hershel and Patricia stared at each other before looking back at me.

"We'll leave you two be." Hershel stated and left the room with Patricia, shutting the door. Daryl stepped forward and sat at the edge of my bed.

"What happened? Tell me, please." I pleaded to him, taking his hand in mine.

"Beth.. h-he.." He trailed off.

"What?"

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