Call for a Good Time
Chapter 6

Beth had been staying with Daryl and Merle for two weeks now. She didn't feel safe at her apartment and due to the circumstances; the landlord had let her move out, even though her lease wasn't up. She had all of her things in boxes in the spare room, she slept with Daryl. Her daddy and sister didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't going to go back home, it was too far away from Daryl and the boys had welcomed her into the house. Every morning she woke up and made them all breakfast and packed lunches for the boys to take to work. She'd gotten a job at their mechanic shop working in the office and taking care of the paper work and assigning repos. They all went home together and they would help her make dinner before they ate and sat on the couch for the night.

Things were going great between her and Daryl too. Every day they learned something knew about each other and they grew closer. They still hadn't slept together yet. After the first night they spent kissing in his bed and she'd told him he wasn't ready he'd backed off. They made out, a lot, but he never made a move to take it farther. He was waiting for her to make the move, he was waiting for her to be ready, and for that she would be eternally grateful.

Daryl walked into the office after he and Merle had finished up for the day. "Hey, I know it's been a bad day, but I need you two to go on a repo," she said, handing him the paper. "He's only in town for the night and we'd be doing Tony in Knoxville a solid."

Daryl looked over the paper and nodded his head. "Yeah, we can take care of this." He pulled out the keys to his truck and handed them to her. "Take the truck, I'll ride bitch with Merle later."

She smiled and kissed him. "Thanks, you want me to make dinner or you gonna pick something up?"

He smirked and kissed her again. "Make me somethn'."

She laughed as she walked out of the office and climbed in the cab of the truck. "Be safe girly," Merle said, as he and Daryl climbed into the repo truck.

"Always," Beth called back as she started up the truck and backed out. She blasted the radio on the way home, signing every song that came on. When she pulled into the driveway she frowned, noticing the front door was open. Daryl had told her that break ins were common in their neighborhood but no one messed with them. Still, she called Daryl as she got out of the truck and grabbed her bag, heading inside.

"Beth?" he asked. "You okay?"

"The front door is open," she said as she slowly walked up to the door.

"Fuck…you got your piece?" he asked.

Beth dug into her bag and pulled out the small hand gun Daryl had given her, just in case. "Yeah," she held it in her hand as she pushed the door open. "Oh my god…"

"What?"

"This place is a mess!" She was more pissed off about the mess they had made than anything else. She started looking around slowly moving through the house in case whoever broke in was still there. "It's going to take me a week to get this cleaned up," she groaned, noticing the broken glass all over the kitchen floor.

"Anyone still there?" Daryl asked.

"I don't think so," she answered, starting down the hallway. "Wait a minute…there's something written on the wall." She turned on the hall lights to read what was written when someone reached out and grabbed her. Beth screamed as the phone fell from her hand and she was pulled back into a hard body. Something sweet filled her nose and her eyes grew heavy. Soon, her world went black.

Daryl heard her scream and his heart fell into his stomach, twisting up in knots. "Beth? Beth!"

"What's going on?" Merle demanded, as he pulled into a parking lot.

"I don't know, just get home. Now," Daryl growled. Merle didn't ask any questions as he sped home. Daryl's foot bounced nervously on the floorboards until they pulled into the driveway. Daryl was out of the car before Merle had stopped it and he ran into the house. "She said somethin' was written on the wall." He started looking all over the walls, when he didn't see anything in the living room he went to check the kitchen.

"Daryl," Merle called from the hallway. Daryl ran in there and stared at the wall. Your biker slut is mine. Daryl growled and punched the wall, putting a hole through it. "Don't tell me this is the fucking prick that beat her," Merle growled.

"Yeah, it is, he called Beth a biker slut that night." He walked to his room and threw the closet door open, digging out the gun he had stashed away in there. He met Merle back in the living room, Merle had his own piece. "You ready?" Merle nodded and Daryl took out his phone and called Mike.

"Mike's missing persons, you wanna kill 'em, I can find 'em. What's your poison?"

"Mike, I need you to find Zach Baker," Daryl said into the phone as they jumped back into the repo truck.

"Daryl? Man, long time, what's it been, five years?"

"Shut up and do your thing Mike."

"Well, I'm doing fine, thank you for asking." He heard Mike sigh on the other end and mumble something along the lines of Dixon prick over the sound of keys on a computer clicking. "Alright, you ready for the address?"

Daryl put the phone on speaker so Merle could write down the address. "Go for it," he said. Merle wrote down the address and Daryl cut the call. "Where are we going?" he asked. Merle used the GPS on his phone and put the address in and gave Daryl directions. He was seeing red the whole drive. Was going to kill the son of a bitch when he found him.

Beth groaned as she came awake, slowly. She grunted, as she sat up and rubbed her head, it was throbbing and she felt like she was going to be sick as she tried to swallow around her dry tongue. She looked around and immediately recognized the bedroom. It was Zach's room. She was going to kill him. Slowly she got up and went to the door, but it was locked. She swore and went into his master bathroom and tried the window but it wasn't budging. She'd told him to get it fixed a hundred times and he never listened.

She walked back into the bedroom as he walked in. "Good you're awake." He pulled a gun on her. "Living room. Now." Beth did as she was told, not wanting to get shot. There was a chair sitting in the middle of the room and she knew exactly what was going to happen. "Sit." She sat down and glared at him as he came to stand in front of her. He smirked, running the barrel of the gun down her cheek. "You asked for this," he told her before he pistol whipped her. Beth cried out as she felt the blood run down her face from the wound on her head.

He just laughed and walked behind her, roughly grabbing her hands and tying them to the chair behind her back. Her legs were next. "Daryl's going to find you," she warned him.

He laughed and came back in front of her, smirking down at her. "Oh, I'm counting on it." He put the gun in his waist band and cupped her face. "This is going to hurt." That was the only warning she got before his fist collided with her belly. Beth nearly threw up. He fisted her hair in his hand and pulled her hair back, back handing her and the son of a bitch had pulled out his class ring. The stone cut her cheek and her jaw ached. She lost count of how many times he hit her, alternating from her belly to her face. When the blows finally stopped, she was nearly half passed out.

He knelt in front of her and lifted her shirt off her belly, exposing the nearly healed marks from the last time he'd gotten his hands on hers. Beth was shaking with fear and anger as he pulled out his pocket knife and reopened the old wounds. She wanted to scream as he cut into her skin. Tears streamed down her face, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her screaming. He sat back, admiring his handy work as the door was kicked in. He quickly moved behind her, putting the gun barrel against her head.

"You son of a bitch," Daryl growled as he looked at Beth. He and Merle were both holding their guns on him. "You best lower that son."

Zach smirked and shook his head. "You're really gonna risk pulling that trigger of yours and having my finger tense up, pulling my own trigger and blowing her pretty little brains all over my carpet?" Zach asked. Daryl growled and looked at Merle. Slowly they both lowered their guns. "Not as stupid as I thought. Now, this is what's going to happen. I'm going to shoot you both, and then you're going to leave. I'm not going to kill you, because I want you to live with the knowledge that she's mine and she'll always be mine."

Daryl looked at Beth, she was beaten and bloody but her eyes were staring at him, pleading. He wasn't about to leave her with this sick psychopath. He looked back at Zach and smirked. He knew how to play pussies like him who liked to beat on women. "You want her? Then you're gonna have to fight me for her. Prove you're a man. No weapons, no dirty tricks, just man to man." He saw the wheels turning in Zach's head and he slowly lowered his gun, putting it back in his waist band. Daryl and Merle both moved then, grabbing their pieces off the floor and putting two bullets in his chest.

Daryl hit his knees in front of Beth and ripped the duct tape off her legs as Merle cut her hands free. She was sobbing as she buried her head in his chest, gripping his shirt. Daryl scooped her up and tossed Merle the keys to the truck. He gently picked her up, hating how she whimpered and carried her to the truck. "We need to take her to the hospital," Merle said quietly as they climbed in.

"The hell we are, what are we going to tell them?" Merle sighed, knowing Daryl was right. They hadn't left any finger prints behind, so they should be in the clear of being wanted for murder. Merle drove back to the house. Daryl's heart broke every time he looked at her. He felt like the biggest asshole for letting this happen to her. He never should have sent her home alone.

They pulled up to the house and he carefully got them out of the car and carried her inside, setting her on the couch. Merle grabbed the first aid kit as he pulled out his phone and made a call. He brought it over as Daryl tried to assess the damages done to her. "I called Holly; she's going to come over."

Daryl nodded his head. Beth started freaking out. "Hey, it's alright, she a friend, a nurse. She'll be able to help you more than we will." Shit bit her lip but nodded. He saw the blood under his shirt and bile rose inside of him. Slowly he lifted her shirt and swore, getting up and walking back down the hall, punching another hole.

"Daryl!" Merle grabbed him and threw him against the wall. "You need to rein it in baby brother, you ain't helpin' her."

Daryl sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's not going to heal this time," he whispered, tears pricking at his eyes. "That shit is gonna scar."

"I know, but you're not helping."

Daryl heard her sobs and swore running back to her and kneeling in front of her as Holly knocked on the door. Merle let her in and she looked at Beth. "Oh my god," she breathed, rushing to her. "What happened?"

"Her ex was a psychopath." Daryl looked at Holly. "You don't do anything without her permission."

Holly nodded and smiled, looking at Beth. "Hi there sweetheart, can I look at your face?" Daryl was grateful for Holly. She fixed Beth up, gave her prescription dosage painkillers, and she treated Beth right. When she was done she pulled Daryl and Merle off to the side. "Those cuts on her belly are going to scar, and she's going to be in pain for a few days, she has a few bruised ribs and a concussion." She sighed and glanced back at the girl. "You boys take care of her."

Daryl nodded and thanked her, going back to Beth. She was shaking as she slowly stood up. "I need a shower…" she whispered. He nodded and helped her into the bathroom. He got her in the shower and closed the curtain. He waited until she was done and passed a towel behind the curtain. He helped her out and helped her back to the bedroom. He got her one of his shirts and helped her pull it on over her head as she held the towel in place.

They climbed into bed and she curled her body into his. Daryl kissed her head, holding her close. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

She shook her head and looked up at him. "I love you."

Daryl stared down at her. He didn't deserve it. Not one bit of it. But he was greedy, selfish, and a sick bastard. "I love you too."