Take Me Instead

Daybreak pt. 1

A/N: If you haven't watched the show yet, I can't recommend it enough. But if you haven't and you decide you are going to read this story, please note that from the very first chapter there are spoilers to every episode.

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My eyes opened as his breath tickled my cheek. I could hear gravel crunching under tires and the squeak of metal as a truck came to a stop outside my window.

I abruptly sat up, his arm sliding from my chest and into my lap.

"Fuck!"

I shoved his limp limb off as I scampered around my floor, snatching loose items that cluttered it.

"He wasn't supposed to be home until tonight— goddammit, get up!" I threw the clothes at the man as he groaned.

"Wut—" he rubbed his eyes.

"Unless you want my daddy to string you up by your balls out on the flag pole, you better get the hell out of here," I spat, glancing at my naked self in the mirror.

"Oh, shit," he suddenly realized the severity of his situation as he peered out the window.

I heard Daddy's boots clunk on the front porch as I calmly pulled my jeans up.

"How do I get out of here?" he whispered as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing his boots on the ground.

I didn't actually care if he made it out unseen or not. Honestly, it would've been entertaining if Daddy had found him in my bed. It would be the most exciting thing to happen on the ranch since God knows when. I shrugged, unphased. "Most of 'em just jump out my window."

He looked from the window then back to me. "Are you serious?"

I didn't bother to return the glance. "Well, how do you think your balls would hold up on that pole?" I blithely asked as Daddy slammed the front door, his boots thudding into the study.

"Goddammit, Marley," he groaned and pushed my window out until he had enough room to jump down onto the roof of the side-porch, gingerly squatting so that he didn't slide down the shingles. "Can I call you later?" he asked as I shut my bathroom door.

Why the hell is he home so early? I groaned in my head as I pulled out a shirt to throw on.

I heard the front door open and shut again, this time hollow thuds clunking into the office.

Jamie's home, I sighed and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. And here I thought I was going to have a relaxing day where I could fuck Travis— or was it Dustin?— in peace.

I carefully opened my bedroom door and leaned out, listening to their voices coming from downstairs.

"Allan asked me to mention it, so I will..."

I padded across the hallway and lightly floated down the stairs, knowing exactly which steps gave away my position.

"They would allow us to harvest the timber before the—"

"No," Daddy cut him off as I hurried through the living room. "The answer's no."

"Can I do this?" Jamie insisted. I heard a metal clinking as I tip-toed to the study doorway.

"When you say no, it must be the death of the question," Daddy hadn't raised his voice but, it evenly echoed through the room as it reverberated off me. No wonder he never let me beg for anything.

"If there's even a hint of a maybe, the question's won't stop until they can find something you can't say no to."

I'll keep an eye out for hints of maybe then, I sneered, leaning against the doorframe. Daddy's back was to me as he sat in front of Jamie, who was holding a pair of scissors to his forehead.