Call for a Good Time

Chapter 19

Daryl brought Beth's laptop from the bedroom and set it on the kitchen counter for Rick. He wanted to track her GPS even though she'd been sending them texts. That could end at any moment if Shane found out what she was doing. Daryl gave him her cellphone number as he started to pace. "Daryl, we want to go with you." He looked over at Glenn, Maggie, and Lori who were standing in the doorway.

He shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Maggie crossed her arms. "You don't have a choice. That's my baby sister and if I go Glenn is going to go, and Lori already told Rick she'd shoot him herself if he told her no."

Daryl sighed and rubbed his face. "Fine." He looked back at the screen as Rick brought up a map. "That where they're at?" he asked.

Rick nodded his head. "Yeah, they're not moving so they must have stopped at the hotel. If we leave now we can catch up to them."

Daryl nodded and grabbed his gun, making sure it was fully loaded and grabbed his hunting knife. He looked over at Merle as he loaded his shotgun. They nodded at each other and walked out of the door as Maggie and Lori said goodbye to Hershel and Carl. Daryl and Merle climbed into their truck as Rick and the others got into his car. Daryl let Rick lead since he knew where he was going. He just hoped for Shane's sake that Beth was unharmed.

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Beth bit her lip as she heard the door click shut and lock. Shane was in the shower. She pulled out her phone and sent Daryl another text message, giving him the name of the hotel. When she got an answer a hope was renewed inside of her. He was coming for her and not just him from the sounds of it. She sent back another message telling him how much she loved him and wished she could call him. She couldn't risk it. She was so caught up in the conversation they were having she didn't hear the shower shut off or the door open.

"You fucking lying bitch!" Shane grabbed her by the hair and threw her back into the wall. The phone fell from her hand and clattered to the floor as her head hit the drywall and stars dancing her in front of her eyes. "You fucking cunt!" Shane backhanded her hard, throwing her into the television. Beth screamed as the screen shattered, cutting into her skin. Blood ran down her arms and chest. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her back onto the floor. She kicked him in the gun and jumped up, making a run for the door.

"I don't fucking think so." He grabbed her ankle. Beth screamed as she came down hard onto the floor. Shane grabbed her hair again and pulled her onto her feet before throwing her into the wall. Her vision swam and she swore she was going to throw up. Blackness started to taint the sides of her vision. He grabbed her throat and held her to the wall. "You're going to pay for that you fucking bitch," he spat, throwing her again. Her head hit the nightstand and everything went black.

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Shane stared down at her when she didn't move and the blood pooled around her head on the carpet. "Beth?" He paced a little, nervous. This wasn't good. "Beth!" He grabbed her arm and rolled her over and shook her. She didn't budge, didn't open her eyes. He was sure she wasn't breathing. "Fuck!"

He stood up and started pacing, panic getting the better of him. He looked at the phone on the floor and glared at it. There was only one thing he could do. Get rid of another dead girl. He picked up her lifeless body and carried her outside and popped the trunk on his car, throwing her carelessly inside and throwing the phone with her. He'd bury it with her and let those fucking Dixons find her cold body six feet under. He went back into the room long enough to put his shoes on before he got in the car and drove off. He was going to have to find a secluded spot of highway to park so he could dump her body in the woods.

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Daryl frowned as he checked his phone again. When Beth had been texting him he'd felt better about the situation, knowing she was still alive. But it had been half an hour since he'd heard from her and panic was starting to worm its way in. He stared out of the window at the taillights of Rick's car. When his phone rang he answered it without checking the number. "Yeah?"

"They're moving again," Rick said into his ear. Daryl growled. "It's okay Daryl, we're still tracking it and we've got a good start. We can catch up to them."

Daryl hung up the phone and glared out of the window. Rick better be right. And Beth better be unharmed when he found her or there was going to be hell to pay.

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Her head throbbed and she could feel her hair sticking to her from the blood that was dripping from her head. The cuts on her arms stung as the car hit a bump and she was thrown around carelessly in the trunk. She blinked her eyes open and looked around. She didn't know why she was in the trunk, or why they were on the move again, but suddenly something she remembered reading on Facebook came to her. Newer models of cars had an emergency release in the trunk. Blindly she ran her hands along the trunk until she found it. Making sure to keep a good hold on the trunk so it didn't fly open and alert Shane, he released the hatch and looked around. They were back on the highway.

She barely noticed the dim light from her cellphone as it vibrated in the corner. Keeping one hand on the trunk to keep it mostly closed she grabbed her phone with the other and stuffed it into her pocket. She just had to wait for him to slow down enough for her to make a run for it. She knew that if she didn't try to get away from him he was going to kill her.