Call for a Good Time
Chapter 15
Beth was screaming, hoping maybe the neighbors would hear as Shane dragged her through the house to the bedroom. He threw her down on the bed and smirked, pulling his shirt off. Beth wasn't going to just let this happen. She kicked him in the groin when he started to climb onto the bed and made a run for it. "Fucking bitch," he swore, grabbing her ankle. Beth hit the ground hard enough for her vision to swim. He crawled over her, pinning her to the floor and ripped her robe off of her. Tears were running down her face, making her vision blurry as she looked for something to hit him with.
Shane grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back painfully, handcuffing them together. "Let's see you get out of this one you little bitch." He flipped her over and Beth kicked at him again, the heel of her foot colliding with his face, breaking his nose. He growled and punched her in the stomach. Her eyes widened and she thought she was going to throw up. "You just want it bad, don't you?" he smirked and unbuckled his belt. "Don't worry, I'll give it to you."
"Beth?" Both of their heads snapped up when Glenn's voice rang through the house. Shane covered her mouth before she could scream and glared down at her, pulling his gun from the waistband of his jeans. "Beth, are you here?" Glenn asked.
Beth glared and bit Shane's hand. He growled and pulled it away. "Glenn!" she screamed, thrashing under Shane, trying to get away. She saw the gun before she heard the shot ring out. It had missed her, but barely, she could smell her burning hair from there the bullet had landed in the floor, inches from her head.
Glenn ran in and looked at what was going on, already on the phone with the police. She stared up at Shane as she heard Glenn tell them to just trace the call. "Get off of her, now," he demanded.
Shane smirked and put the gun on him. "Or what?" He sat back on Beth's chest, pushing the air from her lungs and suffocating her. She couldn't draw a decent breath. "See, I've got a gun boy, do you know what guns do to people?"
"The police are on their way," Glenn warned. Beth looked up at him, tears in her eyes as she struggled to keep breathing.
"I ain't afraid of those pussies." He smirked and looked down at Beth. "Are you having trouble breathing?" he sneered. "Too fucking bad." He reached down and put his hand around her throat and she started to panic when he squeezed, cutting of what little air supply she had left. She tried thrashing under him, but she couldn't throw him off. She shut her eyes tight, trying not to pass out.
Suddenly, Shane was off of her and she gasped for breath as her airways were opened up. Glenn had hit him over the head with her computer. He looked down at her. "Sorry, it was the only thing I could reach." Beth shook her head as she coughed and shook. Glenn slowly helped her up, making sure to only touch her arms and her mid back before grabbing the comforter off the bed and covering her up with it as they heard the sirens.
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"What the fuck is going on?" Daryl asked himself as he pulled up to the house in time to see a squad car pulling in, the sirens going and the lights flashing. Rick jumped out, brandishing his gun. Panic filled him as he threw the truck in park and jumped out. "Rick what the hell is going on?"
Rick shook his head. "I don't know, someone called nine one, one and said to trace the call, the operator said she heard a gunshot."
Daryl ran past Rick and into the house, all regards for his safety out the window. His only concern was for Beth. "Beth?" he yelled, running in and looking around. He saw the broken glass and water all over the floor. "Beth!"
Glenn came running down the hallway. "Daryl, back here." Daryl and Rick followed Glenn to the bedroom. Daryl just froze in the doorway, looking at the scene. Shane was passed out and bleeding on the floor, he could smell the burning carpet from the bullet. Beth was huddled on the floor at the foot of the bed, shaking, crying, and naked, covered in the blanket Glenn had put around her. She looked up at him and his heart broke into a million pieces. She was terrified. "Her hands are cuffed…I couldn't find a key on him," Glenn whispered.
Rick slowly crossed to her and knelt in front of her. "Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded her head a little and leaned forward. Rick slowly pulled the blanket up until he could see her hands and released the handcuffs around her wrists. "I'm sorry," he whispered before standing up and calling for backup, using the cuffs he'd just taken off of her to restrain Shane.
Daryl didn't know what to do. He just stared at her as she pulled the comforter closer around her shaking body and curled in on herself. This was his fault. If he would have let her go to the hospital with him, then Shane wouldn't have been able to attack her. "What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse as his emotions swarmed him.
Beth just shook her head. "I came in and called for her, I was bringing over something for Maggie…I heard her scream and called the police, then I heard the gunshot. He was on top of her when I got here. I uh…hit him with a laptop." Rick and Daryl both gave him a look but they both decided it was better not to ask. Glenn looked at Rick. "I can give a statement."
Rick sighed and nodded his head. "I want to get Beth's first." He looked at Daryl. "We can do that here, she doesn't need to come down to the station."
Daryl nodded and slowly crossed the room, sitting beside her. "Baby? Can you give him your statement?"
She nodded her head, wiping her eyes on the comforter. She was still shaking as she looked up at Glenn. "Will you go shut the shower off?"
"Yeah sure."
She looked at Rick and slowly, shakily, started to tell him what happened. Every word that came out of her mouth just made Daryl hotter and hotter. He was ready to kill the son of a bitch passed out on the floor. Rick wrote everything down and handed it to Beth to sign when she was done. "Don't worry Beth, he's not going to get out of this one." She nodded her head a little. "If you want, I can have someone stationed at the house until he goes upstate."
Beth shook her head and opened her mouth to answer when they heard the door slam open. "Merle," Daryl whispered, getting up and walking from the room.
"What the fuck is going on?" Merle demanded when Daryl met him in the living room.
"Shane attacked Beth," he told him. "Glenn found them before he could do anything and Rick just took her statement."
"Shit," Merle swore, running a hand over his head. "Is she okay?" he asked.
"She's really shaken up."
"Are you okay?"
Daryl shook his head and fell onto the couch. "No, I'm not." He rubbed his face and looked up at his brother. "This is my fault. I'm the one who told her not to come to the hospital. If I would have let her come…"
"Don't go there baby brother," Merle commanded, sitting beside him on the couch. "You had no way of knowing that Shane wasn't in jail where he should be. You beat yourself up about this again, you're gonna push her away when she needs you the most."
Daryl nodded, appreciating his brother more than ever in that moment. He didn't know what to say, so he made a joke. "You been watchin' the Note Book with her again?"
"Shut up."
They both looked up when Glenn and Rick dragging Shane who had managed to wake up. Daryl put a hand on Merle's arm when he growled and moved to stand up. "We're going to take off," Rick told them. "I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what's going to happen to him."
Daryl stood and walked over to Rick and shook his hand. "Thank you." Rick nodded and forced Shane out of the house. He sighed and looked at Glenn. "I owe you too, god only knows what would have happened if you hadn't been here."
Glenn nodded his head. "Just, make sure you call Maggie and let her know how she's doing, I'm going to have to tell her."
Daryl nodded his head and thanked him again before going back to the bedroom. Beth was on the bed, still wrapped up in the blanket and shaking. "Beth…" He went to her and put his arms around her. "I'm so sorry."
She shook her head and held onto him as she cried, and he let her. He didn't know how long they sat there, with her wrapped up in his arms. His heart kept breaking with every sob that shook her body. He wanted to make this better, go back in time and make sure it never happened. He wanted to take away all of her pain. He kissed her head and held her close "I love you," he whispered into her hair. If he didn't love her, and he wasn't such a selfish bastard he would have told her to leave. It didn't matter what Merle said, he blamed himself for this and he knew it was his fault. But he was in too deep, and he was selfish. She was his, and he was going to make sure no one took her away from him.