You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 74- The First Rule Of Fight Club

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The moment the door closed I collapse to the ground, the cold air nipping at the edges of my torn skin.

I pant and close my eyes, pressing my forehead to the stone. A rough and animalistic groan slipping from my lips.

Merle, apparently not comfortable with the idea of dragging a half dead girl on the girl, leans down to my level asking roughly "You alright?"

Groaning, I push my forearms under me and glancing at Merle, huffing hoarsely "What?"

He sighs and glances at the metal door "Listen, let me put you into your room and I'll get you a shirt."

I blink at him and push my arms under me groaning as fire floods my veins "Yeah?" I peer from under my hair that fell in my face before snarling as my back tightens, the edges stabbing me sharply in the ribs "Go fuck yourself."

He slaps his thigh annoyed at my sudden want to be vocal and sighs, irritated "Fine, get up."

I push myself like a push-up and drag my legs under me, stumbling into a wall with a grunt.

As my body screams and I let out a short one myself I halt, pressing my back into the calmingly cool concrete wall that presses painfully into the swelling edges of skin.

Glancing at the door and shiver, whispering in a softer voice "Is he going to keep his word?"

Merle glances at me before shoving his hand in his pocket, leaning back as he makes a face- he almost looks his brothers age-, before finally, he clicks his tongue and shrugs "Don't know. You know my brother?"

I sigh and allow him to shove his arm under mine, practically dragging me, rolling my head towards his face as I stumble over my own feet "A bit, on a rough patch right now?"

He glances at me from the corner of his eye before turning a corner, colder and damper hall "What happened?"

I shiver and gasp slightly, wincing as the air stings my back "Ah- my dad killed his boyfriend."

Merle stops and holds me tighter when I almost fall over, furrowing his face, his rough and dimpled skin from constant drug and booze use, pocketing further "My baby bro is gay?"

I shiver and he glances at me quizzically, I match his look and mutter "Bi I think."

He hums and props me against a wall before opening the end door. He nods me over and I grunt, pushing weakly against the wall only for my knees to fail, collapsing me to the ground.

I groan and curse breathlessly as Merle takes my elbows and pull, causing an animalistic yell to erupt from my mouth.

Merle grunts and pulls me to my feet only for me to start to collapse. He tightens his grip on my elbow and quickly scoops me up.

I grunt as he walks in, my back inflamed with the contact. He grunts as he lays me on my side on the cot.

I wince and let out a shaky breath, glancing at Merle as he stares at me. I close my eyes, the room spinning as I groan "Like what you see creep?"

He stands quickly, snarling roughly "I'll be back."

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About ten minutes later he walks in, a shirt and a bucket in hand.  I glance at him from my front side as he kneels to the side, placing the bucket at his feet.

I clench my teeth and huff "What?"

He sighs and picks a cloth out of the bucket and wipe at my back making me howl.