Chapter 17

BPOV

There were five men in total; Oscar, Axel, Big Tiny, Tomas, and Andrew. They had been locked in this room for about 3 months now with access to the large amounts of food the prison had on hand. They were in good shape, but did not understand what was happening. So after a quick history lesson of the past few months and how to kill a zombie 101 we moved back to the prison yard. While the others kept an eye on them I pulled Rick to the side once more, "Oscar and Axel are decent people, Big Tiny might be but the other two…. Don't trust them." I quickly walked away and made my way into the yard with the others while they took in what had happened to the world since they had been locked in.

We ended up cleaning out D block for the prisoners to stay in for now. We put enough food in the cells to last them a while and we would come every day to check on them. It was the best Rick could come up with for now, especially since we would be moving into the prison in the next few days and couldn't have dangerous men around the children. Rick being a cop and all wasn't about to let criminals around his son and pregnant wife. Before I could get into the back of the truck to go back to the farm, Hershel put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a quick hug with a quiet thank you. He smiled at the shocked look that must have been on my face and climbed into the front seat.

It was dark when we finally arrived back at the farm and to say I was exhausted would be an understatement. We had killed all the dead ones in C Block, D Block, and how ever many there were on the way to cafeteria; but still, I needed to make a round and check on Randall to make sure he was still contained for my own peace of mind. I was probably going to have a night filled with nightmares about zombies popping out of the darkness as it was; I didn't need to be worried about Randall too. I was just about to turn the corner to the side of the barn when I heard someone talking, "Come on Beth, It's been long enough." A male voice said. I was pretty sure it was that string bean looking kid Jimmy. "Jimmy…. I just don't want to do that…It's would be sin! We're not married…" Beth said quietly. "Beth" he said sounding aggravated "That stuff doesn't matter anymore. We've been together long enough and I want more. I'm tired of getting nothing out of this! So come here" I heard that soon to be fucked up asshole say. Something ripped and my feet were already moving silently through the night. "Jimmy, No! Please don't …" Beth didn't get to finish quietly pleading with him and trying to shove him off because I was already there.

I broke his nose and maybe a rib or two, but the best part was when I kicked his balls so hard they would probably never come back down. I leaned down slightly so he could hear every word I had to say as he wallowed around on the ground in pain, "No means no asshole. Women don't owe you shit. I catch you doing anything like this again….well lets just say it involves a rusty knife and removing some of your body parts. Capisci?" I said, smacking his cheek hard. I might have fractured his cheek bone too with that kick to the face… o well. I turned to check to see how Beth was doing; her blouse was ripped and tears were streaming down her face. I took off my pack and dug out a semi clean shirt to give to her. She nodded her thanks but continued to cry quietly as she put it on. I rubbed the back of my neck feeling pretty awkward about now… Kicking ass is one thing but I never had to comfort someone in this type of situation before.

I reached over and softly patted her shoulder, "It's ok Beth… it's over now." Jimmy had managed to roll to his feet and limp away finally. She was still crying softly when she sobbed out "Is there something wrong with me? Everyone my age seems to want or enjoy sex but I just don't want to yet… ". Well Damn… Alice was right. She was just like me at 16… I used to ask myself that same question every day. Is there something wrong with me? Why can't Edward read my mind? Is it defective? Why won't Edward have sex with me?...They went around and around in my mind every day. A girl could only take getting rejected so many times without it feeling pretty personal. But before Edward, I never was even remotely interested in sex at all. Some girls at school in Arizona would do it all the time anywhere they could with anyone they had any interest in what so ever.

Beth needed some confidence, but first I was going to have to do some of that girl bonding crap you see in cheesy movies. "Beth, can I tell you something? It's not something I would really tell anyone else but I think you might want to hear it." I said quietly. I really didn't want to have this conversation, but she needed someone and her sister that should be here for her isn't, so that leaves me. At her nod I started my story, well the version without any of the supernatural, and told her how I felt before and then after I thought I was in love. Then I admitted that I still hadn't done the deed myself so there wasn't anything wrong with her that wasn't wrong with me. She had stopped crying during my story and had a confused look on her face when I admitted my virginity quietly and with a red face.

"So you and Daryl aren't… you know together, together?" She asked. The blush that had started to go away after the private talk we had came back tenfold. "I mean you are always hunting together and you sleep in the same tent…" she went on. "Uh no… um we're not together.. you know like that." I started to pull at the collar of my shirt feeling overheated from the blush that probably glowed like Rudolph's nose by now. "We are friends I think. He lets me stay in the tent because I don't want to stay in the RV and Lori wrecked my car… One night, I kind of used him as my pillow in my sleep… We were both really embarrassed in the morning and every since he has put the bags between us as a barrier to keep me from molesting him in my sleep." I rushed out the last part, covering my mouth with my hand trying to control my word vomit. She didn't need to know all that… but then she giggled a little bit.

I gave her a small smile, feeling my red face start to cool finally. "I'm glad you think my life is funny" I said giving her a teasing glare, causing her to giggle some more. "I'm sorry, but it is a little funny. I thought you had everything together with how confident you seem, but you seem just as messed up as I am. Well except for what happened tonight." She said her smile slowly fading. "Do you remember what I offered you? You can learn anything you think would make you feel better about yourself. If I don't know then we can find someone who does… Doing things for myself was how I started to feel more confident in my own skin; accomplishing things that I had never tried before makes you feel good about yourself. It doesn't all have to be about fighting if that's what you're worried about, but when you say no, it should mean no. Self-defense is important to know, but so is knowing how to survive outside that house. I'm sure you know things that I could learn, so why don't we make a trade? You teach me and I'll teach you?" I asked trying to form some kind of middle ground with her. I didn't want her to be helpless anymore; it would get her killed in this new world.

She agreed after a few moments and I walked her up to the house. After she was safely inside, I checked on Randall and headed back to Daryl's tent. If Beth thought we were together like that, then everyone else probably did too. I was just climbing through the tent door, when the glow of the cherry on his cigarette glowed brightly as he took a drag, "You do that ta Jimmy?" He asked, seemingly unconcerned for the kid. "Uh, yeah. He couldn't seem to take no for an answer and keep his hands to himself" I said while crawling to my sleeping bag. His fist flexed around his cigarette and his eyes tightened in what appeared to be anger "You alright?" he questioned looking me over. I flushed slightly at his intense gaze but answered him quickly to clear up the confusion "I'm fine. It was Beth. I got there before anything too bad could happen." I laid down on my sleeping bag after taking off my boots to get ready for bed when he spoke again, "Must'a messed 'em up good, sorry piece a shit limped by here not too long 'go."

"I'm pretty sure I broke his nose, but we won't know for sure till tomorrow… he really did deserve it.. I wouldn't've done something like that if he didn't" I stated, making sure he knew. "Good" was the only thing he said before the cherry glow of his cigarette disappeared after he put it out and threw his arm over his face to go to sleep.

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