Prompt: Call for a good time sequel
Call for a Good Time Reprise
He stared at the numbed on his phone. He recognized it immediately. Beth was calling him. His nerves driving him crazy he said fuck it and answered the phone. "Yeah?" he asked into the speaker.
"Hey, it's uhm…its Beth." She sounded as nervous as he felt.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I was just…wondering if maybe you could come pick me up?"
Now he was confused. "Where you at?"
She sighed and there was a long pause before she answered. "The corner of Matthew and Park."
Daryl's stomach flip flopped. That was not a good part of town for her to be in. "What the fuck are you doin' there?" he demanded, halfway to his bike.
"It's a long story, just hurry."
"I'll be there in ten minutes, keep your head down and your mouth shut." He hung up the phone and quickly started his bike, peeling out of the driveway and speeding off. What the hell she was doing in the heroine center of town he had no idea, but he had to get to her fast before something happened. The dealers did not take kindly to new faces, especially sexy faces like hers. The pimps would be on her in a matter of minutes.
He turned down Matthew and saw her standing on the corner, and three extremely bad looking men starting towards her. The pieces they were carrying didn't go unnoticed by Daryl either. He beat them to her and stopped his bike. "Get the fuck on." She ran to him, quickly throwing her leg over the bike and tightly holding onto him as he sped away.
"Don't take me home, anywhere but home," she said loud enough to be heard over the engine of his bike and the wind wrapping around them. He nodded his head. The only other place he could take her was back to his place, so that's where he drove to.
When she got off his bike and looked at him he saw the reason why she didn't want to go home. Her eye was starting to blacken and she had a busted lip, the blood starting to dry on her pretty skin. "What the fuck happened?"
She sniffled a bit, wrapping her arms around herself as he let her into his house. "My boyfriend…well ex-boyfriend. He uh…he got mad at me." She bit her lip and winced when her teeth sunk into the wound.
Daryl growled as he went into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit. They had to keep it stocked since Merle loved to get into bar fights but hated going to the hospital. He told her to sit at the table as he opened it up and looked for the antiseptic. "What'd ya'll fight about?"
She looked away as he sat in front of her. "He wanted to have sex but…I wasn't ready."
He lifted her chin gently and started applying the medicine to her busted lip. She winced. "Sorry," he muttered, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"S'alright." He looked into her eyes and something happened. Something sparked deep inside of him that he hadn't felt before. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Daryl?" He looked back at her. She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."
He shook his head. "No need, can't let a lady be in distress." He put the first aid kit away and sat back down beside her. "You want me to do somethin' about him?"
She shook her head. "No, but thank you. I just…didn't want to go home. I'll probably stay in my dorm tonight."
She didn't look comfortable with that. "You could stay here," he offered, the words out of his mouth before he could think about it.
Beth looked at him through her thick lashes. "You sure?" He nodded his head. Oh hell, what had he gotten himself into?