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Chapter 5
We hadn't seen a walker in awhile now but the lovely Dixon brothers had it in their minds that I still needed to know how to protect myself. I tried to remind them of the time I nearly shot Daryl's foot off the first time Merle taught me how to shoot and that I had become a better shot since then. They shared a look of disbelief and as Merle took the gun out of my hands Daryl replaced it with a knife. My eyebrow rose in confusion not sure what they expected me to do with the knife I had seen them used to gut animals before. They were relentless though so here I was next to Daryl's truck trying to fight invisible walkers.
I wished someone would have walked around the corner and make a comment about how ridiculous I looked because then I would have had an excuse to try my aim out for real. The blade swiped and stabbed the air and I had to hold in a growl that threatened to escape. There wasn't any reason for me to even be practicing I knew that as long as Merle was around I would be safe. God forbid the day he wasn't Daryl would have my back as I would his.
I wasn't exactly sure where Merle had wandered off to or why but wherever he was I prayed he was staying out of trouble. Not that he ever really stayed away from trouble in fact he usually gravitated towards it. There were lines drawn in the sand and instead of crossing them Merle would find a way to erase them all together. He held a few beliefs though that was instilled by his mother before his father tried to beat them out.
A hand rested on the front of my hip and pulled me back so I flush against their chest. Their other hand slid down my arm slowly until their hand was over top of mine that was holding the knife. "You're holding it wrong," his voice made me sick to my stomach and he fixed my grip. "You'll get better leverage this way."
"Get off of me, Shane."
"Just trying to help you out," his hand slid around to my stomach and rested just above the top of jeans. "It's not often your attack dog leaves you all alone. Wanted to know what the fuss is all about." I reeled my arm elbow back and got him in the ribs hard enough that he let go of me. Shane didn't get infuriated like I expected him to instead a sickeningly sweet smile passed over his lips as his eyes darkened. "You are a firecracker."
"Don't call me that," my voice barely sounded like my own as I was pulled back to my past.
*Flashback*
"Bill, bill, bill, bill," Rich flipped through the mail before tossing it onto my lap. "We don't have the money to pay our rent and you're sitting there with a beer in your hand like you're on a fucking vacation."
"I had a long day at work, my feet are killing me, and I don't think that a few beers are going to put us in the poor house," I sighed as I set the mail on the coffee table and went to go grab another bottle from the refrigerator.
He followed me into the kitchen and slammed the refrigerator door shut as soon as I tried to open it. "We wouldn't have to worry about money if I didn't have to pay your bail when you went and lost your temper again. You know if it wasn't for my father you'd be rotting in a jail cell right now. You should be kissing my ass."
"If it wasn't for your father I wouldn't have gotten arrested in the first place!" I yanked the refrigerator door open and took a cold beer out, twisting the top off with the bottom of my shirt. "Or do you not remember who put the cuffs around my wrists?"
Rich paced the linoleum floor, running a rand through his thick black locks. "He has appearances to keep up, Becca. What was he supposed to do let you off with a warning when the woman needed surgery to repair her face?"
"Bitch should have stopped running her mouth," I mumbled, taking a sip of my beer.
He took a step towards me, "And you still have yet to tell me what she said that made my little firecracker come out." I stayed silent and just shrugged because there were no words to explain the loyalty I had to the Dixons and the lengths I would go to protect them. "Damn it, Becca, if it wasn't for me you'd be working in that factory, drinking your boxed wine, and end up all alone just like your mother." Without a second thought I hurled the beer bottle at him but it missed and shattered against the wall. "I've gave you the world and this…this is how you repay me?"
"Yeah," I scoffed and waved my arm around our barely furnished trailer. "Because we're really living the high life here, Rich! What do you want a thank you? Someone to suck you off every night? There are whores on the corner for that. You want money to pay the bills so bad?" I wiggled the engagement ring off my finger and set it on the counter. "There you go. Take it. Pay your bills and do whatever you want to with it. I'm done."
Rich shook his head as I pulled my boots on, "Go on and run, Becca, but when you realize no one else will love you I'll be here."
The moment the ring was no longer on my finger it felt like there was a weight lifted from my shoulders. An energy soared through me and I felt like I could take on the world. I grabbed my keys from the hook by the door and walked out of the trailer with my head held high.
I hadn't even realized where I was going until I was outside their trailer. It appeared dark inside and neither the bike nor the truck were parked out front like they usually were. I thought about going down to the creek like old times to try and figure out what I was supposed to do with my life but the need to see him was too strong. The only other place I knew to check would be the local dive bar. Ever since their father had passed it seemed to be the new place to hangout.
The music was almost deafening as I swung the door open and the air was thick with smoke. I scanned the room searching for my Dixon and my eyes landed on him across the room. He was leaning against one of the wooden pillars a sloppy grin on his face, his white wife beater stained with dirt from the day and his over shirt handing open exposing his chest hair.
I was just about to him when I saw some blonde tramp rest her hand on his chest. I couldn't hear what she was saying but who needed to when she had her ass hanging out of her shorts and her breasts on display for the world. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and put a hand on the bimbo's hip to steady her.
I had no right to be jealous, up until twenty minutes ago I was engaged, but it didn't stop my blood from boiling. He wasn't supposed to fall for the whores on the corner. He wasn't supposed to need anyone else but me. In my fury my shoulder bumped into him as I saw Keith playing darts with a few of his friends. I pushed Keith up against the wall and grabbed his dick through his jeans. I was just leaning in to kiss him when I was ripped away from him.
"Go fuck, Barbie, Merle," I snarled as I tried to free my arm but the death grip didn't let up as he guided me through the bar and out the rear exit. Once in the alley he moved his hand to my neck and held me against the brick wall. "Let me go. Keith is waiting for me."
It was only then that I saw the ugly head of jealousy in his eyes that I had gone to someone else instead of him. His nostrils flared as popped the button on my jeans and shoved them down over my hips. The next thing I knew I was being bent over his motorcycle and I heard the zipper on his pants. He threaded his fingers through my hair and rammed into me without warning making me cry out.
"This is what you came for isn't it?" He grunted and when I didn't answer he cracked me on the ass, the sound echoing in the back alley.
"Yeah," I managed to get out.
My body began responding to him and smacked my ass again with a growl. He needed to understand that I would do anything for him. He wanted to treat me like a rag doll then I would let him. As long as it was him and only him. He didn't need those whores he had me.
*Present*
"That's what you are," Shane shrugged as he pried the knife away from my fingers and dropped it to the ground. "All someone has to do is fuel that fire burning behind your eyes and you explode." He stepped closer to me and grabbed my ass. "There are better ways to release that pent up aggression." I tried to push against his chest but it only turned him on more and he let out a little chuckle. "Nah, girl, I take what I want."
Just as my hand clenched into a fist Merle stepped around the truck. "Well, well, what do we have here?"
Shane's hand fell from my ass but he didn't cower away either. I picked up the knife and handed it to Merle. "I'm going down to the lake to wash up."
I don't know why I told him where I was going but I think part of me was hoping he'd follow. It had taken us way longer than it should have to be faithful to only one another and it was making my skin crawl just thinking about Shane's hands on me. Merle and I would always know the right buttons to push to get the other one riled up but days of playing our games were over.
I walked the edge of the lake until I was in a spot that had a few more trees along the shoreline for more privacy. The last thing I needed was Dale to get a free show as he sat on top of his RV on watch. Toeing out of my shoes, I undressed and left my clothes in a pile. The water was tepid but it was refreshing compared to the hot Georgia sun. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the soothing sounds of the woods around me. The leaves rustled from the slight breeze and the cicadas sang a duet with the birds.
Merle was usually able to sneak up on me but this time I heard the buckle on his belt before I felt the water move around me as he stepped into the water. I turned around to say something about how I wasn't going to practice with the knife anymore but he smashed our lips together silencing any thought I had. A hand tangled in my hair, holding my face close to his, as he kissed me with such force I would have fell over if it wasn't for his other hand on my lower back.
Our bodies were as close as they could be without him being inside of me. The water rolled off his chest in beads that I traced with my finger. He caught my wrist as I went to follow another drop of water, "I don't want you near him."
It was as close as I was going to get to him verbally marking his claim on me. That wasn't to say he wasn't going to do it physically and the next thing I knew his thumb had found my clit. I gasped and he smirked as he sped up the circles he was drawing. My hand slid down the length of him, the water making it glide easily over his member, and the more he teased me the quicker I moved my hand. I could feel him getting harder and knew exactly what he wanted when he pinched my clit. Letting my hand pull away from him slowly, I climbed up him and held onto his broad shoulders as my legs encircled his body.
He slid into me and I only had a second to adjust before his hips started move. I arched my back and he took my breast that I had exposed to him in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over my nipple a few times, rolled it, and bit down knowing I would tighten my thighs around him.
A groan vibrated through him and I closed my eyes, reveling in the euphoric feeling that this man was always able to leave me with. His short finger nails dug into my ass as his face scrunched creating little lines on his forehead. Two, three, four more thrusts and we were falling over the edge together. I held onto him longer than necessary but it was the only time I was able to be close to him so I was soaking up every second.
"I mean it, Becca," he tugged my hair so that my neck was open to him and he placed a chaste kiss just below my jaw line. "It'd be a shame if he lost a couple teeth."