I couldn't believe that prissy bitch...

She thought she could just come over here and tell us to keep it down? Didn't she realize who she was dealin' with? No one ever tried ta tell us Dixons how to behave anymore, usually 'cause people were too afraid ta come near us. Can't really blame 'em though, we were some scary lookin' SOB's. With Merle, what ya saw was whatcha got. He was loud, rude, and mean, and didn't pretend to be anythin' else. Me, on the other hand? I hated livin' this way. I hated seeing new broads in our apartment ever night. I hated watchin' Merle shoot up, and I really hated feelin' alone.

"Come on, baby" cooed the chick in my lap. I couldn't even remember her name. I knew it started with a "C". Was it 'Cheyenne'? No, Carrie-Anne. After a couple bouts, I gave up. Not like I really needed her name anyway. It's not like she would be there when I woke up. Her hips ground into mine as she picked up my whiskey bottle and brought it to her glossed and puckered lips. "Yer brother promised you'd be the fun one". As she placed the bottle back in my callused hands, she rolled her hips again and started kissin' my neck. Her voice was rough, and needy. "And you ain't bein' much fun."

Before I could react, I heard a loud 'smack' come from Merle's bedroom. In our place, I slept on the couch. Well, at least I did when Merle wasn't passed the fuck out on it. I could hear the girl cryin', then gigglin', and everything in between. I never knew how Merle found the girls he did. If I were a chick, he wouldn't even be a passin' thought.

Well, I wouldn't be neither.

"Listen, girl" I breathed as my lady of the night started to unbutton my plaid, cutoff shirt. "Maybe you should go in their and see if they need your company."

Her face scrunched up at my words. "Nah, sugar" she replied with a grin. "Can't get rid of me that easily." Placing her hands on either side of my face, she brought my lips to hers and she kissed me. Hard. While I was a red-blooded man, I just wasn't feelin' it, or her. The cheaper the girl, the softer I was, at least at the beginning.

Once she got my shirt off my shoulders, she pressed kisses from my lips, to my cheek, down my neck, all the way down to my shoulders. Her lips sent shivers up and down my spine. Eventually my body betrayed me and reacted to her in the way she'd been looking for. She pulled her tight, lacy, tanktop off her thin and curvy body, then slowly moved down so her face was with my silver belt buckle. She got up from the couch, and bent over so her ass was in the air, removing my jeans as quickly as she could. What she found, made her grin. "That's what I'm talking about."

Whippin' me out, she took those glossed lips and wrapped me up in 'em. While in my head I wasn't there, my body had other plans. Before I knew it, my fingers were tuggin' on her hair and I was practically chokin' her. The gaggin' and whimperin' really got me goin, enough to where I dropped my head back on the couch and let my body slip into auto. I closed my eyes, imagin' her between my legs as I pumped my hips into her. It didn't take long until the brunette doin' the work slowly changed into that blonde across the hall.

The picture caught me off guard, but I couldn't shake it. She had fought back tonight and it had driven me nuts. The more I pictured her as the one goin' down on me, the closer I got, until I was ready to bust. Those bright blue eyes lookin' back as me as I lost myself in her. Havin' her on her knees in front of me. I couldn't imagine anything hotter. Pulling my mystery girl's head closer, I warned her and shot hot and fast, prying her head off me when I was done.

"I gotta get up early in the mornin'" I said with a yawn. I didn't really have anything to do the next day, but I needed her gone. And she definitely got the hint as she grabbed her shirt and headed into the other room. Maybe she'd have more fun with someone who'd use her AND abuse her. Turnin' onto my back, I propped my head up on the armrest, with my hands on the back of my neck. I stared at the ceilin' until I passed out cold.

The next mornin', I left early to go check some traps Merle and I had set out in the woods the day before. We ended up being lucky, nabbin' ourselves a couple of rabbits and a few squirrels. That'd be enough to last us the week until we could get back out there. I took longer than normal to get back to the apartment, hopin' those chicks were long gone by the time I got there.

That's when I saw her. Playin' outside the church with a bunch of kids. She was smilin' and running around chasin' after them and hidin' from them. She looked so...natural there. They gathered 'round her legs and hooked onto her as she played with them, but all I could see was that smile. It was warm, innocent, and real. I must have been there awhile because eventually she looked up at me, lockin' eyes with mine. While I thought she'd run, or make some ugly face, she stayed the same and just waved at me. No smile, no warmth, just straight lipped. I took off before wavin' back.

When I got back to the apartment, Merle was there alone, thank God. He was at the table shootin' up somethin' as I walked in with the game we caught. I had told him many times to not do that kind of stuff out in the public rooms, but he didn't care. He was Merle Dixon and he'd do whatever the hell he wanted to, whenever he wanted to. "Can't ya do that shit somewhere else?" I snapped as I put the critters in the sink for a washin'. "Ya know how much I hate it."

Merle just laughed and stood up, clearly finished with whatever he was up to. "Whatever you say, Darlene" he replied, dropping the used needle into the trash can. "Lighten up a bit, will ya? How'd things go with Carly go?"

"You know full well how things went, she ended up in your bed didn't she?" This was the last thing I wanted to be talkin' about. It only brought up how I'd gotten off last night, by thinkin' of that prissy, stuck-up, church-workin', bitch. Just seein' her at the Church was weird enough, I couldn't imagine what would happen if I saw her around the building.

"Yeah, but please say you got yours, little brother. She was hot! Woulda been a shame if you didn't get a piece of it."

I knew if I didn't reply, he'd only keep goin'. I had to say somethin'. "Her lips are alright. Knows how to use her tongue pretty good."

Merle clasped his hand on my shoulder. "That's my brother. A Dixon after all." He was grinnin' wildly. "Ya had me worried. Thought you were battin' for the other team for a minute or two."

I punched him in the arm, hard enough to get him off my back but soft enough to not start a fight. That's how we spoke, my brother and me. Through a bunch of punches, swears, and bottles. He left to go back to his room, leavin' me to skin and gut our meat for the week.

It was days like these that I hated bein' a Dixon.