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I just stared at him and stared to feel my cheeks get hot as I began to blush. He set my beer down and gave a quick smirk.
"I'm Daryl." He said
"I'm I'm Uh." I stuttered getting really shy.
"Her name's Carol." Lori giggled.
I didn't even try to speak again. I couldn't even say my name, how embarrassing is that?
"Carol, are you okay?" Andrea whispered in my ear
I nodded and put my head in my hands and took a deep breath. Once I looked up I quickly gave Daryl the money for the beer. He quickly returned with a receipt. Once I was finished drinking I noticed he was gone and replaced with someone else. I glanced where Lori and Andrea where and they disappeared too. I looked behind me and saw them by Daryl and a group of other people. I sighed and got up walking out the door to get some fresh air.
When I got outside I walked over to the alley and leaned against the wall. I couldn't get the thoughts of Ed out of my head. He'd probably be saying I was a slut for being out of the house. He was never happy with me. I let out a sob sliding down the wall to sit down. I heard the sound of boots walking over to me and choked on the next sob to be quiet. As the person stopped I looked up to the face of Daryl. I quickly put my face in my knees so he wouldn't see me crying.
"Havin' a bad day?" He asked sitting next to me.
I looked up and nodded. He gently wiped away my tears with his thumb.
"Come 'ere." He said standing up and putting out a hand to me.
I took his hand and stood. Daryl began to walk with me behind him. We ended up by a grey 1973 Ford F-250. He opened the door and grabbed out a bottle and started walking back into the bar. We sat down at a booth and he handed me the bottle. I read the label; Southern Comfort.
"Drink up." He said.
I looked up at him and opened the bottle. I took a fast drink and gave it to him. He laughed and drank some. Once we finished the bottle he called over Mark to give us beers.
"Feelin' any better?" He laughed drinking off his second beer.
"Much." I giggled.
Before I knew it Daryl and I were leaving and getting into his truck. We were driving for a good thirty minutes before pulling into a driveway. There was a motorcycle already parked when we went in. Once we stumbled inside and shut the door Daryl's lips hit mine.
From somewhere in the room there was a whistle, yet we didn't stop. We quickly made our way to the bedroom. When the door was closed we got onto the bed and continued. His mouth moved to my neck and my hands went to his hair. I began to drunkly work on the button of his pants when he grabbed at my wrists. "You sure 'bout this?" he said
"I'm sure." I laughed.
Once his pants were off we started on mine. I started unbuttoning his shirt while he was pulling off mine. He then unclasped my bra and pulled off my underwear. When we were completely nude he positioned himself on top of me. "Ready?" he asked kissing me again.
I quickly nodded. He slowly moved inside. I whimpered for a moment making him wait a bit for me to adjust. Once I was ready I nodded to him. He started slow. Soon enough we both hit our climate and rode it out. When we finished he pulled out and laid down beside me pulling the blankets around us. I snuggled into his chest falling asleep.
When I woke up I was alone in random bed. I was about to get up when I realized I was naked. "Fuck." I whispered to myself. I quickly gathered my clothes and put them on. My head was pounding as I walked out of the room. I slowly went over to the smell of coffee and sat down at the table putting my head in my hands.
"Here. It should help the hangover." Daryl said handing me an Ibuprofen and a cup of coffee.
"Thanks." I groaned swallowing the pill.
"I can drive you to get your car if you want." He said looking at his feet.
"Okay, Sorry about last night." I said.
"Oh. Yeah. Last night. It's fine." He mumbled.
"We aren't going to see each other again. Are we?" I asked nervously.
"I don't now." He shrugged.
I quickly finished my coffee and fixed my hair getting ready to leave. "I'm ready." I called out to Daryl.
The car ride there was silent and awkward. When we pulled up I sighed knowing this was probably the last time I would see Daryl. "Bye Carol." He said leaning in and kissing me.
"Bye Daryl." I sighed getting out of his truck and walking to my car.
Once I pulled out and drove away I saw him do the same. Almost an hour later I walked into the house. My head was still pounding when the phone went off. It was Lori. She was probably pissed at me for leaving her and running off with Daryl.
"Hello?" I said
"Where were you?" She asked worried
"I was. I was with Daryl." I sighed.
"No way. How far did you go?" She asked excited now
"Pretty far."
"Really?" Lori asked
"Yup." I said
"Are you telling the truth?" She said getting annoying
"Yes Lori. I fucked Daryl. Okay?" I snapped.
"Oh. Sorry." She huffed hanging up.
I walked into my room and grabbed some clothes to bathe. Once I was undressed I took a look in the mirror. I had a couple different sized hickeys on my neck and bruises scattered around my thighs. I smiled just thinking about last night. Right after my smile was replaced with a frown. He probably always brings home woman and fucks them so I meant nothing. I was just like any other whore guys picked up at bars.
I quickly got into the shower washing my hair and body. Once I got out the phone was ringing again. I had no idea whose number it was, and let it go to voice mail. I was surprised that the person left a message. I began to listen to it;
"Hey Carol, it's Daryl. I was wonderin if ya wanted to go out to dinner or somethin later. If ya don't it's cool. Call me back."
I smiled and called him, "Hey."
"Hey, how ya doing?" He asked
"Fine, just a little sore and my head ache isn't all the way gone." I replied.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt ya." He sighed.
"No, it's fine. I liked it." I said reassuring him.
"I'll pick you up later. Just text me the address." He said hanging up.