Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 1

A/N: Before anyone thinks I stole this story, I didn't. I used to be ivy475, but Wattpad nuked my account because of explicit content. Someone reported 9 of my fics. I have a hater. What happened to me was unfair. I tried contacting Wattpad about it repeatedly, but all I could get was an automated reply, so I gave up and created a new account. Now I have to start from scratch.

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"Fuck you! Rot in hell, ya cock greedy bastard!" I screamed, slamming my ex's trailer door on my way out.

"Fuck you, too, ya fuckin' whore!" Jimmy yelled from within the thin metal walls.

Choosing not to respond, I gritted my teeth and kicked a small rock within my reach. I loved sex, but I wasn't a whore. I had never cheated on him.

Hoisting my bag onto my shoulder, I stomped off Jimmy's property. I didn't have a car, so the walk home would take about 30 minutes. I was grateful for the unexpected stroll. I could blow off some steam and straighten my fucked up head out.

My heart skipped a beat as the Dixon's trailer door creaked open. Merle stepped out, his icy blue eyes trained on me like a hawk. I had known him my entire life. He had been best friends with my daddy when he was alive. Merle had a reputation for being not so nice, but I had never had a problem with him.

"What?" I snarled as I marched past his bike.

"Need a ride?" Merle asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms. "I'm on my way out. I could drop ya off."

"No, thanks. I'm fine," I grumbled.

"The road outta here is long and lonely; dangerous, too. This neighborhood and the surroundin' area ain't so safe." His indifferent features softened. "I don't want nothin' happenin' to ya, darlin'."

"Dixon, I'm grown. I can take care o' myself," I reminded him sternly.

Merle released a long, frustrated sigh and scrubbed his hand over his face. "I know that, Autumn. I know yer grown. It's what Jake would want. He'd kill me if he knew I let ya walk outta here alone."

"Daddy's dead," I retorted. "He ain't gonna see shit."

I tore my gaze from his to hide my grief. Continuing on my trek, I ignored the holes his eyes burned in my backside.

"Yer bitter," Merle stated. "Did ya finally dump Jimmy? That why yer so pissed?"

"Yeah. Fuck him. I'm tired of 'is shit. He can go rot in hell."

"Good. Fucker don't deserve ya."

Merle stepped back inside the trailer. He had said he was on his way out, so he must have forgotten something. Pacing on, I kicked at the pebbles in my path.

Merle was right. Jimmy definitely didn't deserve me. I was way too good for that asshole. I had put up with more than I should have over the last five years.

Merle wasn't shy about his disapproval of Jimmy. Jimmy wasn't fond of him, either. He always claimed Merle had romantic feelings for me, which was ridiculous. He had known me since I was born. He was at the hospital when I was delivered by c-section. However, Jimmy wasn't the only one to say that. A lot of people had approached me about Merle over the last few years, including his younger brother, Daryl. I ignored them all.

As a lingerie model, I was used to the attention I got from men. I was well known in my town because of my occupation. Men always ogled me, especially when I wore tank tops and booty shorts. I had never caught Merle staring, but I was 100% positive he did. After all, he was Merle. He loved to look at women.

He didn't hit on me like he did everyone else, but I knew why. I was 25, and he was 50. I was his best friend's daughter. He had watched me grow up, even had a hand in my upbringing. Even though I was an adult, I would always be a kid to him. Flirting with me was a taboo thing to do.