my nickname is dixie. i don't use my real name (no one can say it right). i'm in a weird depression funk. i love writing fan fiction. i always take requests and my ask is ALWAYS open.
Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW
Summary: Daryl sees the reader talking to another man and gets jealous. The reader goes to bring him lunch and a fight ensues. Jealous, make-up, smut ensues. Season 3. Right after they find the prison. Prison Era.
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Daryl watched as you flirted with James, one of the Woodbury survivors that Rick had foolishly let into the prison. He watched you from across the large commons area as he sat on the stairwell, sharping sticks into arrows to replenish his supplies.
Daryl clenched his jaw shut as he watched you touch Steveâs arm and laugh at whatever idiotic joke he had just made. You let your hand linger on his shoulder for a second to long. Daryl looked down and took another swipe at the wooden stick he was carving into an arrow. He swiped down the wood roughly as he sharpened it into a point. He looked back over at you as you shook your head and laughed loudly, smiling so bright.
He watched the two of you interact with pure jealous anger in his eyes.
Daryl stood up, grabbing his arrows and stormed off into his cell. He finished sharpening the sticks he had gathered and went to work carving out the notches to add the plastic feathers. His mind raced with images of you laughing and touching him, making his blood boil.
Suddenly, you emerged through the curtained off doorway holding a bowl of soup in your hand.
âHey.â You said, walking into the cell.
You noticed the angry look on his face when his eyes met yours, but you didnât think much of it as he was always so serious.
âI brought you some lunch. You should really eat.â You said pushing the bowl towards Daryl.
âIâm busy!â He grunted loudly, poking out his elbow at the bowl and turning his attention back to his arrows.
âFine⌠Iâll just set it on the table for later then.â You said.
You turned around to leave, noticing his obvious bad mood. You heard the sound of the wooden arrows crashing to the floor as you went to reach for the curtain, blocking the doorway.
Before you could reach it with your dominant hand Darylâs hand was on your wrist. He grabbed it, roughly, and pulled you to the side of the door. He spun you around and pushed your back into the hard wall, by your sternum. His hand rested there as he held you in place, glaring you down as angry as you had ever seen him.
âWhat the hell?â You said in a surprised tone as you looked at him with confusion in your eyes.
âDonât do that, Y/N.â He growled, holding your body in place.
âDo what?â You asked, innocently.
âDonât pretend like you werenât fucking all over that guy out there! He probably thinks you want to fuck him now!â He yelled, under his breath, his blood boiling again as he relived the memory.
You rolled your eyes and struggled out of his grip.
âYou have got to be kidding me.â You said as you walked into the middle of the cell, folding your arms, your own anger gathering at the notion.
âIâm not fucking kiddinâ ya. Ya flirt with a man like that and just watch him come calling to collect.â He said, jutting his finger out at the door for emphasis.
âWe just ate together. Thatâs all. I donât even know him that well.â You said, gritting your teeth as you watched him fall apart.
Darylâs jaw clenched as if he was resisting saying whatever thought had just entered his mind. He walked toward you, until his body and face were ghosting yours.
âMaybe ya wanna fuck him.â He said, looking you up in down in angry disgust.
You rolled your eyes and huffed, tightening your folded arms and shaking your head as you looked away.
âYeah, Daryl. I want to fuck him. In fact, I want to fuck all the guys out there. Is that what you want to hear? You are beyond ridiculous.â You said in anger and started to walk towards the cell door again.
He grabbed your arm and spun you around, forcing your body back onto the table. The bowl of soup went flying onto the floor, the bowl breaking in a loud thud.
âNice going.â You said in an angry huff, glaring him down in defiance as he forced your body onto the table.
You unfolded your arms and gripped the sides of the table as you sat back onto it. You leaned forward, your own angry eyes, matching his as you glared each other down.
His hand came to the back of your hair and he pulled it tightly, causing your head to be pulled back and expose your neck.
His lips came to your ear, he harshly kissed your neck below it, biting it â marking what was his.
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And I'm sitting awake, watching my boyfriend sleep, and I can't decide if this life is worth it. I know he's not perfect and sure as fuck am not either, but do I deserve to sit up at night wondering who else he might be loving?
1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
3. Have you taken someones virginity?
4. Is trust a big issue for you?
5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
6. What are you excited for?
7. What happened tonight?
8. Do you think itâs disgusting when girls get really wasted?
9. Is confidence cute?
10. What is the last beverage you had?
11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
14. What are you going to spend money on next?
15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
16. Do you think youâll change in the next 3 months?
17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
18. The last time you felt broken?
19. Have you had sex today?
20. Are you starting to realize anything?
21. Are you in a good mood?
22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
23. Are your eyes the same color as your dadâs?
24. What do you want right this second?
25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
27. Would you be able to date someone who doesnât make you laugh?
28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?
34. Listening to?
35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
38. Who did you last call?
39. Who was the last person you danced with?
40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
44. Do you tan in the nude?
45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
47. Who was the last person to call you?
48. Do you sing in the shower?
49. Do you dance in the car?
50. Ever used a bow and arrow?
51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
53. Is Christmas stressful?
54. Ever eat a pierogi?
55. Favorite type of fruit pie?
56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
57. Do you believe in ghosts?
58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
59. Take a vitamin daily?
60. Wear slippers?
61. Wear a bath robe?
62. What do you wear to bed?
63. First concert?
64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
65. Nike or Adidas?
66. Cheetos Or Fritos?
67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?
69. Ever take dance lessons?
70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
71. Can you curl your tongue?
72. Ever won a spelling bee?
73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
74. What is your favorite book?
75. Do you study better with or without music?
76. Regularly burn incense?
77. Ever been in love?
78. Who would you like to see in concert?
79. What was the last concert you saw?
80. Hot tea or cold tea?
81. Tea or coffee?
82. Favorite type of cookie?
83. Can you swim well?
84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
85. Are you patient?
86. DJ or band, at a wedding?
87. Ever won a contest?
88. Ever have plastic surgery?
89. Which are better black or green olives?
90. Opinions on sex before marriage?
91. Best room for a fireplace?
92. Do you want to get married?
      The hunt was simple; it only took one day to gank the ghoul, but the trip here was a two-day drive. All I could think of was my wife and two beautiful children at home. I knew Cassie and Johnny would be alright, but the Missus always worried when I was more than a nightâs drive away. If I was being honest, I worried about her too. I know she misses the life of a hunter, but she was more than willing to give it up when we found out she was carrying Cassie. On some occasions, the kids would stay at home with Uncle âMooseâ while we went on small hunts. Those were my favorite dates.
Sammy unlocked the motel door and we started to unpack our duffels. âHey, Iâm gonna grab a bite to eat. Do you want the usual?â I nodded yes, and he left the cheap motel room. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out my phone. Her contact was the first one that came up. I waited for the ring before putting it to my ear. After it rang a few times, I heard laughing on the other end. A loud squeal came through the phone followed by Johnny yelling. âHey guys, whereâs Mommy?â
âOh, sheâs in the kitchen making dinner, Daddy.â Cassieâs voice was loud and full of energy.
âI wanna talk to Daddy too, Cass!â I laughed as I heard Johnny whining in the background.
âOk, ok. Hold on. Youâre on speaker Daddy. Bubba wants to talk to you too.â
âHEY DADDY!â
âHey, Johnny. Have you been good for your Mommy?â
âNope!â The damn kid was a troublemaker, but at least he was honest.
âWell, why not? You know we will have a stern talk when I get back home.â
âHe went to the kitchen. Daddy, when are you coming home?â Cassieâs voice trembled a little and I could tell she was upset.
I felt tears on the brim of my eyelid and chuckled before saying, âIâm already there. I'm the sunshine in your hair. I'm your imaginary friend. And I know I'm in your prayers.â I heard a small sniffle and then the most beautiful sound in the world, the voice of my woman.
âCassie, your dinner is ready and let me have the phone, please.â There was a bit of silence and then she said, âI really miss you, darling. Don't worry about the kids; they'll be all right.â
My voice trembled, and tears were freely falling down my cheeks. Being away from her was the hardest thing Iâd ever done, and I hated being away for this long.
âI wish you were here with me, Dean. This nights are hard, and the kids miss you too.â
âI'm already there. Don't make a sound. I'm the beat in your heart. I'm the moonlight shining down. I'm the whisper in the wind, and I'll be there until the end. Can you feel the love that we share?â I heard her cry gently on the other side of the line and I wanted to wrap her up and hold her tightly, but I knew she would be okay for a few more days. I married the strongest woman on earth.
âI love you, Dean. Please come home to me soon.â
âI love you too and I promise I will be there as fast as I can.â
âI need to go; the kids are calling me, but I will call you in the morning after they are in school. Goodnight.â The call dropped before I could say anything else. My head fell into my hands and my elbows rested on my knees. The tears slowly stopped, and I heard the lock turn and the motel door opened. Sammy stepped in and handed me a bag of food. S
âHey, Dean. Are you okay?â
I nodded and said, âYeah, man, of course. Just a little stressed is all.â I wiped the last traces of tears on my shirt sleeve and started eating the food he brought. Only a few more nights and I would be with my woman, eating a home-cooked meal surrounded by the laughter of our beautiful babies. That thought is what got me home safely.
it doesnât matter how good youâre doing, those sad nights will creep up on you from time to time and thatâs ok. doesnât mean all your progress is gone
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This is the most recent part I have written for this so far and after the amount of hateful, anonymous comments left in my inbox after part 7, this may be the last part for this story.Â
KEY:
Thoughts
~Dream~
*** Time jump
~~~
Flashback
[His POV]
       The sun streamed in through the window. I rubbed my eyes and turned my head towards her side of the bed. It was empty. I quickly got dressed and headed down the stairs. She sat in the middle of the living room floor and stared at the blood stains on the white tile floor. âMorninâ, girl. Ya alright?â
       No reply. She didnât even glance in my direction. I knelt in front of her and looked at her eyes. They were emotionless and dull. There was no life inside of them. There were no tears. I reached out and gently stroked her cheek. She jumped away from the touch and stood to her feet. She walked into the kitchen and I heard her digging through the cabinets.
       Sadness filled my thoughts as I waited for her to return to the living room. She walked straight up the stairs to our bedroom. I sighed and started making breakfast. Once it was made, I climbed up the stairs and headed to our room to take her a plate but stopped in my tracks at the top of the stairs. My clothes, vest, shoes, and crossbow were laid outside the door of our bedroom.
       Anger surged through my body and I threw the plate against the ground. Sheâs really gonna just shove me away? Sheâs gonna jus throw ma shit out and not speak to me? She ainât playing fair. I didnât do shit ta her and she wants ta treat me this way? I grabbed the shit and threw it into the room I used when I first arrived. I slammed the door as hard as I could behind me. Pictures shook and fell off the walls but I didnât give a damn.
[Her POV]
       I laid there on the bed, the bed where Beau abused me, and stared at the ceiling. Pain was my only thought. Throbbing coursed through my lower half and my wrist ached from yesterday. My throat was slightly swollen and my lip was fat. The vision in my right eye was blurred and had a red tint to it. The tears never fell from my eyes. My emotions were shut off. I could not handle them. The meds I took this morning had kicked in and I could not hardly move. The pain was the only thing I felt, pain and betrayal. He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.
       He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.
       He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.
       He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.
       My thoughts were on a continuous loop. The day turned to night and I still hadnât moved from my position. Daryl stirred in his bedroom occasionally over the course of the day but the bedroom door never opened.
[His POV]
       My anger faded over the next few days and turned into sadness. She left her room once a day to feed the mutt and go to the bathroom. She didnât eat, drink, or sleep from what I could tell. I sat outside her bedroom door, trying to build up the courage to knock on the wooden door. With a shaky hand, I knocked gently but received no reply. I opened the door and found her laying on the bed with her eyes focused on the ceiling. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her with sad eyes. She didnât take notice of my presence.
       My voice shook as I spoke. âPlease, donât do this, girl. Donât push me out. We might be the only thing each other has and I donât want ya hatin me for the rest of yur life. I didnât mean to disappear and I shouldâve shot him the moment I saw him. Iâm sorry I didnât take care of ya.â
       Her face remained expressionless but her fingertips touched my hand lightly. I held her hand in mine and slid beside her on the bed. I studied her face. Her lips quivered, her eyes glossed over and tears fell down her cheeks. I pulled her into my arms tightly and kissed her hair. I rubbed her back soothingly as she gripped onto me and finally let all her emotions out. It would be a long process but I knew she would be okay.
[Her POV]
       I cried until I there were no more tears. Sleep overpowered me and I slept in his arms. Anger was no longer an emotion I felt towards him and all I wanted was comfort. I promised myself no one would hurt me that way again, that I would never be that weak. I promised myself I would fight harder and longer. I would never, ever be this weak again.
***
       Itâs been one weak since the incident. Nothing has been said about it and nothing will. Daryl did not speak to me much after I kicked him out of my room. I think he is upset with me but I hope he understood my need for space. We never touched after that night. I did not want anything physical.  The area surrounding my farm was becoming more dangerous. Each morning, we found more and more walkers struggling against the fences of the property.
       I stood, leaning against the counter, with a glass of water in my hand. I watched as he sat at the dining table and ate his breakfast. The dog sat beside him and waited for any scraps he might not want. My glass clinked against the granite countertop as I set it down. His eyes raised to mine briefly.
       âWe should start thinking about leaving this place. Itâs not worth it to continue to build up the fences. We need walls, not barbed wire and wooden posts.â My voice was quiet but felt like screams piercing through the awkward silence.
       He grunted in response before speaking. âWhat do ya suggest we take? What are we packing up? We could always take yur eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer to pack our shit in.â I nodded and thought it over. It would be a good idea. The trailer would have plenty of space and it has the bed in it for the night. We could also maybe take a pickup truck for small supply runs once we get settled in a new, safer place.
       âGuess weâd better get packing then.â Tears pricked at my eyes but I blinked them away. This would be the last time I saw my home. I headed up the stairs with the dog on my heel. Once in the safety of my room, I yanked out a suitcase and began packing my clothes and other things I would need.
I walked down the hallway to my parentsâ room. I unlocked the safe and cleared out the gun racks and ammo pockets. I did a quick inventory and grabbed a map. I circled the locations of a few gun shops outside of town in red ink. I threw the map, guns, and ammo in a large duffel. I tossed the cleaning kits in as well. I grabbed a few other things from my parentsâ room before leaving. I set the bag of weapons by the stairs before entering my brotherâs room. I searched through his closet before finding his old lock box. I opened it and found multiple knives in various sizes and colors. I closed the box and set it by the stairs too.
[His POV]
       I heard her rummaging through the rooms upstairs while I dug through shit downstairs. I packed up some kitchen supplies and threw it in a laundry basket. I snatched up the canned foods and other non-perishables and tossed them in the basket also. Next, I searched through the coat closet and found some good blankets and jackets. Sheâll want these. I heard her voice calling me from upstairs. âHey, Dare, could you come get these bags? They are already packed but I want them by the door.â
       I quickly ran up the stairs and grabbed two of the duffel bags. I walked towards her room and peeked in. âWhere ya want em? By the back door?â
       âYea. Thatâll work. Weâll go through the backyard to the barn. I need to go pack up some things from there.â I nodded and headed back down the steps. She followed behind me, carrying a suit case. She dropped it by the backdoor and then headed out to the barn.
       About an hour passed before I joined her in the barn. The reefer trailer was wide open and she was up inside. She had packed some things and even managed to get six fifty-five-gallon barrels of fuel in the trailer. She secured them with chains so they would not roll or bust open. There were crates of non-perishable food stacked on top of one another. Her brother was one of them Doomsday preppers, always prepared for the worst. Ellie said he died before the outbreak.
       I stood there and watched her for a bit. She had on ripped skinny jeans that exposed her gorgeous thighs. Her tank top was low cut and I could see the lace trim of her bra. Her hair was yanked up in a high pony tail and she had a flannel t-shirt tied around her hips. I chewed on my lip as I watched her and couldnât help but stare.
       âYa gonna just stand there or ya gonna bring the bags and load em up?â Her voice pulled me from my thoughts and I nodded before heading to the house to grab our bags. This is gonna be a long day.
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His smirk was captivating. His lips looked like heaven. His eyes had a hint of devil. He dragged his tongue ever so slowly across his white teeth before chuckling and flicking his eyes back to the bar. You downed your shot of tequila, in need of some liquid courage, before approaching the Adonis-like man. You slid onto the bar stool smoothly, impressing even yourself. Your chest was pushed out and your cleavage shown through the open buttons of your top. Your skinny jeans accentuated your bum perfectly and the heeled boots you had on made your legs look like they went on for miles.
You leaned against the counter and flagged down the bartender. The manâs breath caught in his throat and you saw him taking in your glorious figure out of the corner of your eye. âIâd like a single malt scotch please and thank you, and itâs on him,â you stated as you gestured toward the gorgeous creature on your right. His jaw fell open and his eyes glimmered. The bartender chuckled to himself before making your drink and adding it to the manâs tab. You gladly accepted the drink and started to walk back to your previous seat further down the bar.
As you sat back down, you heard a chair slide roughly across the floor and footsteps behind you. You felt a warm hand graze across your hips and a rugged voice in your ear. His breath tickled your neck and he chuckled before whispering, âHow about you finish that drink I just paid for and we take this out to my car.â Your cheeks flushed red and your nether regions tingled with excitement. Heat pooled in the base of your stomach and you nodded before tossing your drink back, your nose scrunching at the taste before slamming the glass on the counter. His hand grabbed yours roughly as he dragged you out of the bar. The cool air slapped at your cheeks but you didnât care. He slammed you against the door of an Impala and his lips attached to the base of your neck immediately. One hand groped your breast roughly and you were sure it would leave a mark, his other hand fastened tightly on your delicious hips while he grinded his pelvis against you slowly.
âYou really think itâs funny to tease Daddy like that, huh baby?â You purred in response and one hand came up to your throat. He gently applied pressure and your breath caught in your throat for a moment. His fingertips trailed down your torso and with a quick snap, the button of your jeans was undone. His fingers skimmed the hem of your panties before slipping them under the fabric slowly. You bucked your hips against his palm and he retracted his hand quickly. âOh no kitten, not yet.â You felt yourself soak your panties as the words rolled off his tongue. âYouâre not getting pleased until Daddyâs cock gets sucked well.â Your eyes went wide before you nodded and dropped to your knees in front of him. You clumsily unclasped his belt and slipped the zipper of his jeans down.
Your palm graced over his erection slowly and softly. He smirked down at you while you slipped the fabric of his underwear down. His erection sprung free and your mouth watered at his length. Your small hand gently wrapped around the base and pumped slowly while you flicked your tongue across the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. You drooled sloppily over the head of his length while batting your eyelashes at him. His smirk faded and lust took over him. He thrust his hips against your lips and you took his cock into your mouth. You worked him fast and made sure to take him deep in your throat. He shuddered at the feeling and placed his hand on the back of your head. Tangling his hands in your hair, he pushed his hips forward and slowly began to fuck your mouth. He gasped slightly and swiped his tongue across his lips before taking his lip between his teeth. He grunted; his thrusts became sloppy. âOh fuckk babygirl, Iâm gonna cum,â he moaned in a raspy voice. He forcefully thrust his cock down your throat and you gagged but didnât pull back. With a loud moan, he found his release and his cum fell down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth slowly and helped you to your feet. His finger swiped across your chin, wiping away the drool that lay there.
His lips landed on yours roughly and you eagerly returned the kiss, slowly flicking your tongue against his lips and tangling your fingers in his hair. He trailed his kisses down your neck to the valley between your breasts. He undid your shirt slowly before opening the back door of the Impala and pushing you gently to lay you on the back seat. Your boots were off in seconds and skinny jeans were yanked down your legs. He wasted no time and buried his face between your legs. First sucking and nipping at your thighs before grazing his tongue against your sensitive clit. His sucked harshly for a moment which made you shudder and moan loudly. You bucked your hips against his mouth and he eagerly licked up and down your dripping pussy. His tongue darted in and out of your entrance while his thumb teased your clit. Just as you reached the edge, he stopped his movements and sat up. You whined in response and he chuckled slightly before teasing your entrance with the tip of his hard cock. âDonât you want this babygirl?â His voice was thick with desire.
âYes, Daddy. Please let me have your cock.â You whined and begged. He slammed into you forcefully and you screamed out in pleasure, the tinge of pain barely registering. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust before beginning to rock into you relentlessly. He thrusts were hard and quick. You felt your orgasm building in your belly. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips and you dragged your nails down his back. You instinctively clenched around him as your orgasm hit like an earthquake. He found his release in the midst of yours and he couldnât control himself. He filled you with his cum and collapsed against you.
Both of you were breathing heavy and sweating. The glass windows were fogged. He chuckled for a moment before reaching into his jeans pocket and pulling out a small silver band. âHere ya go darling. I love when you try to pick me up in bars.â You took your wedding ring back and slipped it onto your finger.
âTry to pick you up? If you didnât notice, I made a homerun, jackass.â Your voice shook with laughter and he nodded. You smiled before leaning in to kiss your husband sweetly on the lips.
âJesus, Iâm so lucky to have married you.â
âJust remember that Mr. Winchester and weâll be good.â
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Iâm sorry if this is too much for some of you to read, but it is a major part of the development of my OFC. This chapter was based on personal experiences so please take it easy on me. Iâve already received hate about this story and it really sucks when some of you guys do that...
KEY:
Thoughts
~Dream~
*** Time jump
~~~ Flashback
[Her POV]
       Fear radiated through me. My hands shook. I had yet to open the door but he could see me through the small glass panes on the door. âOpen up, sweetcheeks. We got some talking to do, now.â I stepped back from the door. If I ran, I could make it to the big truck and take off but if I didnât make it, that would be the end of it all. The beating will be worse if you donât open the door.
       I stepped towards the door and unlocked it. He stepped in and slammed the door behind him. I kept my distance from him and the dog growled at him. âYou better put that bitch up. Go and lock her up, now.â I slipped my fingers into the dogâs collar and pulled her through the kitchen. I set up the baby gate to keep her from leaving the laundry room.
       When I entered the living room, he was sat on the couch with his muddy boots kicked up on the coffee table. âMake me a drink, sweetcheeks.â I jumped at the boom of his voice but complied. I made him a cup of tea and brought him the fixings. Beau always insisted on mixing his own tea. I set the cup down on the arm of the couch and held out the sugar and creamer. He snatched it out of my hand roughly. I sat on the opposite side of the room and fiddled with my hair. His eyes raked over me and filled with rage.
       âIS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?! YOU FUCKING SLUT! WHO FUCKING TOUCHED YOU!â His voice boomed through the house and he stood to his feet. He made his way to me and grabbed my shoulder roughly. He pulled the shirt off my shoulder and pressed his finger against the base of my neck. Daryl left a love bite on my skin before he leftâŚ
       âWHO THE FUCK DID YOU LET MARK YOU?! YOU FUCKING WHORE! BET YA LIKED IT, HUH? CHEATING ON ME WAS FUN FOR YOU, HUH?!â I flinched and shied away from his touch. His hand held me in my seat and his grip tightened. The sting was sharp and pain filled my cheek. I landed roughly on the floor and the punches didnât stop. Each punch to my face and chest took my breath away.
       His eyes were filled with rage and he wrapped his hand around my throat. I struggled against his hold and tried to fight back but he pinned me down. I was ripped from the ground and slammed against the wall with his hand still around my throat. Tears fell freely and I choked on each breath. My throat ached and my eyes blurred with tears. He released my neck and grabbed a fistful of my hair. His rough touch shoved me towards the stairs.
       âGo bitch. You deserve this for hurting me like this.â His voice was icy and I ran up the stairs. I tried the shut the door but his hand slammed against it and pushed it wide open. He threw my body to the floor and pain seeped through my ribcage. My hands were forced behind my back and tied with his belt. He lifted my body of the floor and shoved me half way onto the bed. My toes barely touched the floor. My pants and panties were shoved down my thighs and I screamed out in pain as I felt him. I screamed louder than before. He shoved my face into the blankets and kept going. His assault was merciless; tears continually fell down my cheeks. I yelled in pain with each of his movements and prayed it would end soon.
[His POV]
       I hadnât meant to stay away for two days but I got held up the first day and had to crash in a rundown house for a little bit. I stumbled through the forest and tried to find a trail that would lead me back to the house. A loud howling broke the silence. The howl was cut short and only barking could be heard. I followed the sound out into the clearing. Worry rushed through me as I caught sight of a truck parked in the front yard. I inspected the truck. It was empty. The door to the house was unlocked. The dog howled and growled nonstop. A crash came from up the stairs. I quietly went up them and found the door to our room closed. A grunting noise came from inside the room. I bust the door open and aimed my crossbow at his head. I couldnât comprehend the sight that was in front of me but when I did, it hit hard.
       She was bent over the bed, her feet off the ground, and her face was shoved into the pillows. Her hands were tied and her mouth gagged. There was blood dripping down her thighs and onto the floor and bedsheets. He stood there with a smirk on his face and he yanked his pants up. He kicked her legs out from under her and she collapsed to the ground. My bow was never moved from his face but I was frozen. I could not find the strength to shoot. He chuckled and said, âShe can be your whore now. Iâm done with her cheating ass.â
       He left the room and went down the stairs. I waited until I heard the truck start and the dog stopped barking before I dropped my weapon on the ground. I ran to her and dropped to my knees. I quickly released her hands from the belt he had left on her and pulled the cloth gag from her mouth. Her face was stained with tears and blood was dried on her chin. Her lip was fat and her neck had large handprint bruises on it. She was covered in new bruises and cuts. I helped her to the bathroom and drew her a bath. I slipped the shirt off her frame and dropped it to the floor.
       Tears welled in my eyes. I oughta go kill that fucker for laying hands on her. I shoulda when I had the chance. What the fuck? Why couldnât I?  She refused to let me touch her and she stepped in the bath herself. She sank down and the water of the bath turned red with her blood. She gently rinsed off her skin. âWho was that? Why was he here?â My voice shook as I tried not to breakdown.
       She didnât answer. She looked down at the water. Her knees were pulled to her chest to cover herself. I left the room but didnât close the door. I stepped into her room and looked at the mess. The was blood on the sheets and on the hardwood floor. I stripped the sheets and threw them in the basket in the laundry room. When I moved the dog gate, the dog ran past me and up the stairs. I heard the dog enter the bathroom and Ellieâs cries echoed through the house.
       I sat on the kitchen floor and waited. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I smacked my leg. If ya woulda been here nothin woulda happened to her. If ya woulda taken care of her like yur supposed to then she would be ok right now. This is all yur fault. I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. The dog scratched at the door. I ran up the steps and tried to open the door. âPlease open the door, girl. Please.â
       Drawers slammed closed and the bathtub faucet turned on. I waited. The water turned off and I peeked under the door. I couldnât see her feet. Water splashed onto the floor and red dripped down the side of the tub onto the floor. My heart raced and I pounded my fist against the door. âOpen this door. Now. I donât wanna break it, but I will.â I listened closely. She took in a sharp breath and I heard her cuss. I backed away from the door and gave it a hard kick. The door frame busted and the door swung open. She stared down at her arms and legs but didnât move from the tub. The water turned dark red and her eyes fluttered. I ripped her body from the water and wrapped a towel around her. Her arms dripped blood as well as her thighs. âFuck!â
[Her POV]
       Just end it. It can all be over. You can choose to die on your own terms. Beau canât hurt you anymore. My brain rattled these thoughts round and round. I held the large blade in my hand and pressed it to my thigh. I swiped the metal across and watched the blood run into the water. It wasnât a deep cut. I continued to shred my thighs until I ran out of space. All the slices on my legs were small like cat scratches. I brought the blade up to my left wrist. I gently traced the old scars before stabbing the corner of the blade into my skin. My breath caught in my throat and the pain surged through my arm. âShit.â Blood bubbled to the surface and immediately poured from my arm. The door came crashing down and my body was removed from the bloody water. I couldnât look at him. He cursed as he saw the damage. His hands searched the drawers for medical supplies and he began to fix me. He tied a string around my upper arm to slow the bleeding while he tended to my legs. He covered the small wounds with bandages before directing his attention to my arm. He quickly doused the injury in alcohol before packing it with gauze. He wrapped my arm tightly and untied the string. He gripped my chin and titled my face up to his. Tears were running down my face.
       âIâm sorry I wasnât here. Ya shouldnâtâve had to go through that. This is all my fault.â His voice was shaky and nervous. He wrapped his arms around me and carried me out of the bathroom. He took me to the room he stayed in when he first arrived. Some boxer briefs and a t-shirt were laid out on the bed. He left and closed the door but never walked away. I saw his feet from under the door. I dried my body quickly with the towel and wrapped my hair in the damp towel. I slipped the clothes on and sat on the bed. I cried silently.
       He entered the room after a few minutes and scooped me up into his arms. We sat on the floor by the bed and he just held me. Neither of us said anything for a while but I knew he was crying. I gripped onto him tightly until my knuckles turned white. He loosened his grip on my body and looked at me.
       âI want ya ta know that ya can talk to me about whatever. If ya donât wanna talk about today then ya donât have ta but Iâm here and Iâm not going anywhere. Ya donât have ta do stuff like this ta yurself. Ya donât deserve this.â I listened as he spoke and gently stroked his cheek. I leaned in slightly and looked up at him expectantly. He pulled away gently. âI ainât gonna push ya.â I nodded and dropped my eyes back to the floor.
[His POV]
       Hours passed. We sat in silence as the sun went down. She had fallen asleep in my lap. I gently lifted her to the bed and tucked her in. I stroked her cheek gently and kissed her forehead. I stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut. I climbed down the stairs and walked into the laundry room. I set the bloody sheets in the sink and soaked them in cold water. The stains slowly came out of the fabric. I headed back into the living room and laid down on the couch. The house was locked tight but I stayed up keeping watch.
I heard a creak come from the stairs. I shined my flashlight on the staircase. Ellie stood there at the bottom of the steps. She walked towards me and took my hand in hers. I focused on her touch. Her skin was soft and her palms were slightly sweaty but I didnât mind. âCanât sleepâŚneed youâŚâ Her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence. I smiled slightly and followed her back up the steps. Once in the bedroom, I slipped off my shirt and kicked off my boots. I changed into pajama pants and laid down in bed. She crawled in beside me and curled up into my side. I wrapped one arm around her and rested the other under my head. The bed shifted with weight as the dog climbed in beside her and laid at her feet. I stared at the ceiling and I felt tears well up in my eyes. The stress and emotional roller coaster of the day was finally taking its toll on me.
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