Redneck Rebellion Page 2

  But now I’m bored and riding my ATV over the land hell bent for leather was no longer enough. At night, I’d lay in that big old four-poster bed that one of my great grandma’s had bought and wish for somebody to talk to. It reminded me of the one I’d seen once in one of daddy’s old funny books. The ones with all the naked women in them.

  I’d lie in that big old bed and wish I had a body next to me. I needed to get started on them babies, but no matter how I thought, I couldn’t come up with the answer.

  I could maybe do like the folks back in my great-great-grandpa’s days did and order one. But I didn’t like the looks of them girls they had in them magazines. Not the one of them looked like they knew the backend of a cow.

  3

  T-Bone

  I could always head into town and get me some company, but I was tired of that, and besides none of them girls were right for what I needed. They weren’t exactly the kind of girl mama would’ve appreciated sitting at her table come Sunday lunch.

  I was thinking too that maybe I ought to do something about my education. I do have an awful hungering for learning. But all the books and what not I found on the internet wasn’t the same as being in school the way I remembered.

  I figured now with my daddy gone there was nothing stopping me from going out into the world and getting an education. I could maybe learn about all those places I’d seen on the Internet. Who knows, maybe one day I might even take a trip.

  So I got the bright idea to go down to the college and sign up for classes, and that’s when it happened.

  It was my very first day on campus. I was headed to the registrar’s office to sign up when I saw the raven-haired angel. Her hair fell straight as a pin to the top of her ass.

  I didn’t see much more than that since she was heading in the opposite direction, but I decided then and there that I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. There was something about her, something that pulled at me even as I followed her from a distance. Like maybe I knew her.

  She was a little bitty thing I noticed as I walked behind her, and something in my chest came alive. I don’t rightly know what was going on with me, having never had that strong a reaction to anyone before, but I knew that there was something to it.

  Why just looking at her made me want to just grab her up and take her home and protect her she was so little. The thought entered my mind that maybe I wouldn’t mind seeing her little belly swollen with my child either. I’m telling you the attraction I felt for her ass as it moved from side to side as I walked along behind her was awful fierce.

  I bet this is how the men back in the day felt when they saw the little filly they wanted to share their bed. I’d read that way back when before men lost their damn minds and their balls, they would just grab whichever woman caught their fancy and take her home.

  I’ve always liked that idea. And since the one time I tried doing things the way folks call civilized had ended with murder, I’m thinking I might be on to something.

  She ducked into a class that was just about to get started and I followed right on her heels. It was almost as if she’d mesmerized me. I never took my eyes off her hair or that fine ass.

  I measured her hips in my head and damn if she wasn’t built right to carry my sons. She wasn’t spread too wide and the split between her thighs was still kinda close but I didn’t mind. After I fucked her a good dozen times that should open her right up.

  Anyone watching would’ve probably found something wrong with the strange man and the way he seemed to have the young girl in his sights as he followed behind her, not to mention the bulge in his jeans that he wasn’t even trying to hide. Everybody had a suspicious mind these days.

  She went to the very back of the room and I followed suit, taking the seat just behind her. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was I was going to do next. I hadn’t exactly planned for this circumstance. But I figured I would at least learn her name and then go from there.

  You see the truth is, I don’t know much about courting women. Sure daddy had taken me on my sixteenth birthday down to the playhouse to lose my virginity. And I’ve been back a time or two…or ten since then because after all I’m a normal red blooded male with a healthy appetite for pussy.

  But other than the one I’d had to shoot, I hadn’t ever been with a nice girl. Come to think of it I don’t necessarily consider my ex-fiancée to be much different to the ones I’ve paid over the years.

  Like most things, I’ve done my fair share of studying up on the subject and know well enough how to give a woman pleasure. I figure that stuff comes from within you one way or the other. If you love someone it ought to just come natural.

  From what little I remember of mama as a young’un, she was always happy and singing in the mornings, and daddy was always petting her or making eyes at her when they thought I wasn’t looking.

  And since I was getting most of what I know from them books daddy had left behind, I figure I couldn’t go wrong. All I needed was the right girl and this little Angel might just be it. She sure has caught my attention that’s for sure.

  But I didn’t know the first thing about approaching a woman. One thing I do know, no more arranged marriage for me. This time I’m gonna do the picking and a choosing and ain’t it grand that my first time out I found me a gem.

  I’d known all along what that girl and her daddy had been up to, but I hadn’t cared much one way or the other as long as I got a couple boys outta the deal.

  After that fiasco however I’d been thinking I ought to maybe go about this marriage deal another way. I just never knew where to start…until today.

  Now here I am sitting in this room with my mind going in ten directions at once. She sure smelt good too and that hair alone was enough to make me give up half my earthly goods. I clenched my fists so that I didn’t jump the gun and reach out and touch it. That might not be considered civilized.

  Most of the naked women in the old books I’d found in my parents’ room after daddy passed away had hair like that. Most of them were also naked with their pussies on display, but what the hell. The hair added a little something to the package I think. Feminine.

  I felt the first stirrings of lust hit me in the gut as I imagined that hair trailing over my hot flesh as we fucked. She’d make a pretty sight riding my cock in the moonlight that comes through the bedroom window at night.

  I stared at her for a good while from behind my shades before the professor came in and called the class to order. I had a story ready in case anyone asked me what the green hell I was doing here, but I just needed enough time to catch her name.

  This wasn’t like when I was in school as a young boy where they took attendance, so it looked like I’ll have to find another way. I was sitting there staring a hole in the back of her head when she turned her blue-blue eyes back on me.

  Time stood still. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, and though I knew this wasn’t the way things were done anymore, in that moment I made up my mind I was going to have her no matter what.

  I felt the clutch in my heart right then and there and when she gave me a sweet little smile she just about sealed her fate. Some might say I have what you may call a one-track mind. I don’t much think like modern folks and again this is where the ‘don’t give a fuck’ factor comes in.

  I know I’m different. I know I’d rather do things the way the men and women who settled this land preferred. And it wasn’t because I was raised away from folk neither.

  Well maybe that had a little something to do with it. But I know sure as spit that what I am, is what’s inside of me. It’s not something a man can learn, it’s just who he is. I’ve read enough over the years to know that I maybe just a tad bit different but so what.

  I think my way is better than all the foolishness men and women put themselves through these days. Time was there was no such thing as divorce. That’s back when men were men and not dainty little fuckers like the one I’d had to shoot in my old bed
, or the other thieving asshole I’d ran off with a shot in his ass.

  I sat there as the class came to order figuring in my mind just how I was gonna get her back on the farm with me. It was gonna take some work I’m sure, but nothing I couldn’t handle. My cock was already stiffening in my jeans at the thought, but I had to caution myself not to give myself away.

  Thankfully, no one was paying me much mind. Everyone was too busy talking to their friend next to them or looking through their books in preparation for class. I didn’t want to be here too long, not now that I had a plan in my head. It wouldn’t do for too many folks to see me hanging around.

  When the teacher passed out some test papers I got my chance. Peeping over her shoulder I got what I needed. Melanie Dewitt. The name didn’t sound familiar, I’d never heard the name in town before. I’m thinking that maybe for the best.

  I knew how to find her now. I’ve been playing around on my computer enough to know you could find just about anything you wanted to right from the safety of your own home.

  I got up and left the room without a word and instead of the registrar’s office headed for home and my computer. I made sure to keep my head down as I walked to my truck.

  No one knew what I looked like for sure, and the place was far enough away from home that if anyone did remember seeing me they might not put two and two together but still, I wasn’t taking any chances.

  By the time I made it back to my truck I already had a plan formed in my head. I had to get home and get things ready, but by hook or by crook T-Bone Riley is gonna make that little beauty the mother of his children yes sir.

  4

  T-Bone

  It wasn’t hard at all finding what I needed. I just pulled up the school online, looked through some pictures of the student body, and became disappointed when she wasn’t there.

  I wasn’t discouraged for long though. After grabbing some lunch which could be better, I put her name in one of them social media things and there she was. My heart felt the same as it did in that classroom.

  I stared at her picture for a good long while and let that warm feeling envelop me again. Yep, I was sure I was on the right track. That feeling never set me wrong. Every time I’ve had this feeling something good had come of it. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all the proof I need that I am doing the right thing.

  I settled down and prepared to learn all there was to know about the woman I had chosen to be the mother of my children. I didn’t let a little thing like conscience play any part in what I was planning. When a thing was right it was right no matter how you brought it about.

  She was two months shy of nineteen, which as far as I was concerned was perfect. She couldn’t have done much living yet. Not like some of the things I’d seen go past my computer screen. What in the green hell had the world come to anyway?

  It didn’t matter anyway, for what I had in mind she’d do just fine. The fact that every time I looked at her in one of the pictures she had online I wanted to jerk my cock, only solidified things for me. I’ll have to see about getting her some decent clothes though. The stuff she wears tend to look like whoever made them ran out of cloth.

  I spent the rest of the day reading her social media pages until I got a good sense of what’s what. She wasn’t from around here, which was good. She had a mama back home in Toledo, but from what little I gathered she wasn’t much of a one so I put that worry out of my mind. The less people missing her when the time comes the better.

  I was sure there would be a search at some point, but no one would think to come my way and that’s all I cared about for now. It wasn’t that hard to find out the particulars about where she lived in the little college town.

  People ought not be so free with information like that. But it worked in my favor so what do I care? Still I’m gonna have to teach her about the dangers of broadcasting her business to the known world. Nothing good could come of that.

  Next I set about getting the place ready for company. I didn’t really care that I was about to become everything people had whispered about me over the years. I know me living out here on my own looking like old Grizzly Adams, scaring everyone off; people tend to get notions about a feller like that. So what?

  I wasn’t anything like they thought, but I wasn’t much interested in proving myself to them one way or the other so it was a moot point. Truth is I knew quite a lot about those civilized citizens in town and wouldn’t wish to be like nary a one of ‘em.

  Who wasn’t sleeping with their neighbor’s sweetheart, was robbing their friends and so forth. No wonder daddy always warned me to steer clear. If the way they did things was the acceptable way, then no thank you. I’ll just do things the way that seem best to me and be the happier for it.

  I nailed down the windows in the bedroom where I figured she’d be spending most of her time in the beginning. Next, I put a new lock on the outside of the bedroom door and one on the front and back doors as well just in case.

  When I was done with the house, I went out to the barn and cut me some rope, whistling all the while. All in all it was a good deal. I’d already found a bride, and made her home ready. All that was left was to go get her.

  That night, I sat down and worked out a plan of action. It was like a game to me, my own mating ritual if you will. Only I knew what I was after but that was okay.

  I was sure that in the end my angel would fall in line. I wasn’t planning to mistreat her after all, but to treat her the way all women ought to be.

  I knew because my daddy had told me long ago that it was a woman’s place to give her man as many children as her body could hold, just as it was a man’s place to provide for his family, and not just food and shelter, but love. I figure I was halfway there already. If the way she stays on my mind is anything to go by anyhow.

  I figured since I had the means to take care of her, the girl would be happy with her plight before long. In most of her social media posts she was always complaining about life. I figure my kid in her belly would give her something to focus on.

  Out here she wouldn’t have much to worry about because there won’t be anyone around to bother her or stress her as she puts it. All she’d have to do for the rest of her days is raise my babies and keep me company; no stress in that.

  I plan to treat her well so she would have all the love she could ever need, and with me she wouldn’t have to worry about cheating and such like she and her girlfriends be talking about on that Facebook.

  5

  Melanie

  I’m not sure but I could swear someone is following me. I’ve had this strange feeling for the past few weeks, but every time I look around there’s never anyone there. Still I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.

  I probably should’ve said something to someone, but I felt silly since I had no proof. That night I came back to the dorm from my job at the diner where I’d walked my feet into the ground, and not for the first time wished I could be like one of those trust fund babies whose daddies had deep pockets.

  I knew getting an education was the only way to break the cycle of trailer trash teenage motherhood that was prevalent where I came from, but some days I wished things could be easier.

  I wish I could just concentrate on school and not have to worry about anything else, but my scholarship didn’t cover much more than my classes and the room I shared with my roommate. I still had to feed and clothe myself.

  Mom was no help; all her money was spent on booze and whatever no good man she was shacking up with at the moment. I fumed silently as I took my shower before bed.

  I turned out the lights and fell into sleep the way I always do after a long night slinging hash and grits. I don’t know how much time had gone by, how long I was out before I felt something or someone in the room with me.

  Somehow, I knew it wasn’t my roommate because of the way the person seemed to stay in the shadows. Great, the one night she was away. I kept my eyes closed as sudden fear overtook me. I wante
d to jump off the bed and run but my limbs refused to work.

  I sensed movement coming from the corner and squeezed my eyes shut tighter. He was coming closer. I don’t know how I knew it was a male, but who else would sneak into my room in the middle of the damn night?

  When I felt as if the intruder was leaning over me in the little twin bed, I willed myself not to open my eyes. I knew if he knew I was awake that might only make things worse. I remained still, my body tense as I awaited his next move.

  I felt his hand gently brush the hair at my temple and held my breath. “Soon Angel.” I think that’s what the dark shadow said. What did he mean? I stupidly opened my eyes when the hand on my brow went away, but by the time they adjusted to the dark whoever he was-was gone.

  I put it down to my overactive imagination or tried to, but somehow I wasn’t convinced. It could be that I was so tired my mind was playing tricks on me. I mean who in their right mind would sneak into my room? I didn’t know anyone here, hadn’t had time between school and work to form any friendships.

  By the next morning, I put the whole thing out of my mind and went on with my life.

  T-Bone

  I’ve kept myself busy gathering all the personal information I could on my angel. I went through her garbage, followed her to and from work, and in the daytime while she was in class I read up on all I’d need to take care of a nurturing mother to be.

  After that one night when I’d slipped into her room and had almost been caught, I’d satisfied myself with watching her from afar. The little chart I’d started keeping after finding the tampons in her trash told me all I needed to know about her breeding season, and I knew down to the day when I would snatch her and bring her home.