Grunting, her gram must of given it to her. That woman has everything stashed in her house. The door quickly closes leaving me yet again alone. Dropping the paper rolling my fingers on the table, I need to say something. But I’ve never been the one to talk much. For most of the day she hid away in her room, only coming out to use the bathroom or to eat. Never looking at me. Keeping her opinion and talk to herself. Never complaining about anything or asking for a ride, still I was wondering how she got here. Maybe a taxi…unlikely though.

    I had taken a shower and when I stepped into the hall, the smell of something mouth watering grabbed me by the throat. Sounds of silverware hitting a bowl, came from her room. Entering the kitchen a bowl in which the divine smell was coming from, sat ready to be eaten. Looking around like a wolf picking up scraps, I took a bite. Flavor exploded around my taste buds, saucy meat with onions elbow pasta and peppers were covered in a red tomato sauce. A hint of pepper with salt, mixed with the hotness that warmed from the inside out.

    Mostly my meals were tv dinners or something I burnt, never being very good in the kitchen. Without realizing it had cleared the whole bowl, resisting the urge to lick it clean. Licking my lips instead I opened the fridge, seeing the large tray with more of the cooked delight. Grinning as I grabbed to make another bowl. Defiantly keeping her. As far as I was concerned she could use anything in the house, as long as I got some. Sitting down my mind wandered around the idea of why’s.
    Why was she here?
    Why did she come in the first place?
    Was she married?
    A boyfriend?
    If so why wasn’t he locking her up?
    Why wont she talk to me?
    Did I scare her that bad?

Clearing yet another bowl, my eyes locked with her closed door. This was ridiculous we lived in the same house, we should be able to talk to one another. Most woman wouldn’t shut up, this one wouldn’t say a thing. I found her frustrating, since talking gives away ones personality. Without words I had to ready her body language and she wasn’t making herself present enough for that. Walking threw the house as stealthy as possible, almost like a scared cat before darting back to her room. She didn’t seem to be visiting her gram as much as I thought she would, which meant she was here for other reasons.

    I didn’t know of any weddings or funerals in this town, so that wasn’t it. Her gram didn’t say anything about a family issue where Ray came from. Not knowing the facts drives me crazy, to the point I get snappy. Her door cracked open, and a slender leg walks out. Holding a cleared bowl, and a empty can. As if I’m the reason for her creeping, she stops seeing me. Watching her as if she’ll flee like a deer, she walks into the kitchen rising her bowl out and tossing the can away.
    Still no sounds the long tight white shirt, barley hiding her figure. Swallowing as I get a better idea of just how built she is. Legs that seem to run for miles, hold what I now is known as an apple bottom. Almost as if she’s walking on her toes, the floor holds it breath also not wanting to spook her. Slender arms with muscles I find sexy, grab the blanket on the couch. Once used to hid that magnificent body from my eyes. Her frowning face, has me tickled. it’s the first I’ve seen a reaction out of her.

    Bending over into the couch, her ass on full display my eyes become like dinner plates. Gulping as she sighs in frustration, her hands pull her let down hair up. The side profile of her, calling to me even louder. Grumbling to herself, she grabs the flat pillow and tosses it to the other side. A breath taking smile as she picks up the butterfly she used on me. The next move would of chocked me had I been eating, slipping her hand between her legs. The knife disappears as she happily walks back into her room, once again closing the door.
    What the hell was that about? My consciences asks just as baffled as me. Mentally shrugging as I don’t even know how to answer such a question.

    For the next few days, this becomes the norm. I see very little of her, and if I do she’s gone before I can blink. Its pissing me off, I never get a chance to speak. Sitting at the table eating yet again, a dish she’s made I hear a truck pull into the driveway. Then as if her ears have picked up the faint sound she walks out. Dressed in a number worthy of killing. Black cowboy boots click across the floor, as tight blue shorts show more then a stripper could handle. Moving up to the tied jean shirt, with sleeves clipped to her shoulders.

    Her hair is braided and off to the side, light make up brings out her already stunning eyes. She looks at me taking my breath away, before opening the front door leaving me. Looking out the door, I see Derek the local playboy. Huffing should of known.
    “Hey you look stunning” He says, making my eyes roll. Please don’t tell me she’s going to fall for his stupid charm.

    “Thanks” Better then her giggling like a school girl.
    “You sure you don’t want to just skip the party?” Winking at her. Knew it, little player.
    “Derek don’t be weird” Punching his shoulder. Something about the way he’s rubbing the wound make me smile. Her hips rock, almost saying my name in two syllables.
    ‘Dal…ton….Dal…ton’ Shaking my head, I sit back in the chair. Wait did he say party? They must be going to the Harrisons party, wasn’t that held at the Dixie’s bar? Growling, she’s going to be picked off like a weak calf. Moving to my room, tossing on a pair of jeans and black shirt. Grabbing keys and wallet, before heading out. I’m not a crowd kind of person, but my conscious wont let me leave her out there. Starting the older truck, putting into drive, I head to Dixie’s.


~Ray’s Pov~

I climbed into Derek’s truck, leaving for the party. He kept talking about how hot I looked, and that he wouldn’t mind taking me home for the night. Men are so stupid. Doing what I always do, I ignore them. Pulling into the already over crowed parking lot, I see that Dixie’s hasn’t changed at all. Walking in with Derek, he holla’s alerting every half drunk idiot in the place, were here. They yell back with high glasses.

    Rolling my eyes I make my way to the bar, ordering a beer. The bartender is an older man, I believe its still Tom. Handing me a beer, I hand him a 5. Walking away and headed to my favorite park of a bar, besides the beer. The pool table. Derek smiles as I pick up a stick.
    “Wann play?” Putting his beer down.
    “Sure” taking a swig of mine.

Half way into the game, and I’m killing him. Laughing as I walk to get another beer, I spot Dalton at the far end. Hiding in the shadows like some kind of creeper. Ignoring him has proved to be harder, he seems to be out of his room more. Making me have to pass him, no matter what. Now with him here, I feel as though he’s been following me. Tom slides me another beer and I hand him another 5. My attention is grabbed when an arm is placed over my shoulders.
    “Well looky what came home” His annoying voice and breath heating my face up.
    “What do you want Harrison?” Pushing his arm off me.

    “Aww how un-lady like, then again you aren’t much of one” Chuckling. The bar seemed to quiet down with him speaking, as if he’s the damn president. Turning around I smile brightly at him.
    “Your right, I have a bigger dick then you do” Stepping around his tall frame. Derek snickers as he swings the last of his beer. Re-racking the balls we play another round. Breaking the set, I drop two in.
    “Solids” I call, taking another shot. Dropping a ball into a pocket, moving onto another one. Missing Derek takes his shot.
    “Aw shit, I need another beer.” He says shaking his empty one.
    “I’ll get it, just don’t cheat” Putting my stick down.
    “That’s Ray” Looking for another shot.

Walking back over to the bar, where I left Harrison. Ordering another beer for Derek, Harrison comes back for more punishment.
    “You know your right Ray. Lets compare” His hand slaps between my legs, pulling on the jean fabric. Spinning around I go to punch him, but he grabs my neck with his free hand.
    “Don’t you ever disrespect me in my town. Little bitch.” Hiss threw his off white teeth.
    “Go fuck yourself” I spit out. Pushing him off me.

    “How about I fuck you” Licking his lips. Huffing with my eyes rolling.
    “What part of fuck yourself, didn’t you understand?” Going to take the beer. Once again his body pushes to mine, the heat off him and the smell of to much beer has me sick. Pulling me around, grabbing my face only to push his lips to mine. Biting down on his lip, making blood drip. He backs up touching the wound, seeing the blood he glares at me. I spit a little out of my mouth.
    “Little bitch” His hand comes up to slap me, when someone grabs him. Dalton in all his over powering muscles are there to hold him back.
    “Dalton” Harrison growls.

    “Don’t touch her” Pushing him away from me. Turning to look me over, Dalton looks me over for injures. Harrison being the bitch he is takes advantage of this and break a bottle of his head. Drops of blood and glass fall to the floor. Like a bull who just saw red, Dalton roars out. Pushing his fist into Harrisons nose, dropping him to the floor as Dalton proceeds to beat the effing snot out of him.
    “Dalton” I yell grabbing his arm. He pauses long enough to look up at me.
    “I think he got the message.” Begging him to stop before the cops are called. With a grunt as my answer, I tell Derek I’m going home. Pulling Dalton out of the bar and over to his truck.
    “Give me the keys”

    “No” Snapping at me.
    “Dalton, don’t be a pain. Give me the keys.” Pushing him against the car, and slipping my hands into random pockets.
    “I said no” Glaring downward.
    “I’m not driving with a half bleeding man who looks like he could pass out” Glaring back.
    “Hu I wont pass out” Is all I get, before he tries to push past me.
    “Damn it! I swear to god Dalton. Give me the fucking keys.” Standing in his way. Raising a large dark brow he appeared to be sizing me up.
    “Stubborn little shit aren’t you?” Handing me the keys, I make an irritated sound before answering.

    “Says kettle to pot” Rounding half the hood, he turns to me laughing. The bright white smile pulling me in to laugh, but I don’t. Getting into the huge truck, I frown missing my car.
    “You do know how to drive right?” He barks putting his seat belt on.
    “HA” Starting the engine up. Getting a look that I swear said ‘Seriously you do right?’ chuckling as I back the big toy out of the parking lot. Passing the park of town where I was early, I cleared the buildings grinning as I looked into the rear view.

    “What’s this baby clock at?” Looking over at Dalton, he shrugged.
    “Well then….lets find out.” Pushing the petal to the floor, watching as he grabbed the oh shit bar. Feeling like my hands should be doing something, I fidget. Pushing the radio button on, a good beat hit. Kicking up dirt and dust in my wake, as the rpm’s pushed harder. Turning the wheel as the back end swung, drifting us around the corner. Back tires sputtering trying to grab on, while still pushing forward.

    “Where the hell did you learn to drive?” Growling out at me, as I laughed.
    “Prison” Looking at his reaction. Mouth open and big brown begging me to be lying. I laughed more. My eyes traveled over the long road we still had to cover.
    “You got four wheel drive right?” Giving me a suspicious look he nodded.   
    “Sweet” Taking a sharp turn into the woods. Cutting threw half the area, pushing threw small brush and mud holes. Black wet dirt kicking off already thick cased tires, covering the truck. Pulling out to a field, I crossed it in no time. A few minutes later I parked the mud soaked truck behind the house. Shifting into park, as I handed him the keys. He snatched the keys like I air, giving me a death defying look before getting out.

    Only a few places were still clean on the silver truck. Another evil look as I headed inside. He was hot on my heels, closing the door. Turning around to bump into his chest, catching the smell of something hot and sweet. Looking up the side of his head was dadark red, lifting my hands to see better. Grabbing them before they touched he glared.