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Stars of the Dead

Things That Go Bump in the Night

Chapter 18 - Things That Go Bump in the Night


There was a huge clang as Bella and I hit off of the metal wall.

The Door had closed, once again taking all of the light, leaving me in the pitch black with a black hearted bitch.

Her sharp nails had scratched my cheek, it felt like I had a possible three deep nail wounds in my cheek, like Carol had.

“Lily!” Daryl shouted urgently, clearly hearing the scuffle.

Bella swapped her nails for fists and punched me twice in the face.

In the darkness I couldn’t see a thing, my eyes hadn’t yet adjusted, therefore I couldn’t predict when I would have impact with Bella’s fists which made things ten times worse. Shock and pain left me almost defenceless.

Before she could officially break my nose, I slid down the wall and crawled on my hands and knees to the other side of the room in a pathetic attempt to escape her. I used this little time to regain my breath and strength, and hopeful turn the fear and anger into adrenaline.

“Where’ve ya gone ya lil’ English bitch?!” Her voice sounded different, more deranged.

I wiped my nose and spat out what must have been blood.

“Bella leave her alone!” Daryl shouted in the most harshed tone I had ever heard him use.

He kicked, hit and slammed against the metal in protest against Bella.

“Don’t touch her!” He pleaded.

“Oh just shut up,” Bella moaned, I imagined she rolled her eyes.

I started to push myself to my feet when a foot crashed into the side of me, smashing into my ribs.

“Ah!” I fell flat on my face.

Bella laughed, “Don’t think ya can get away that easily.”

I received another kick the ribs, a stamp on my back and a kick to my face, each came with a thud and a yelp from me.

“Bella, no! Stop it!” He shouted venomously. “Please leave her alone,” he broke down.

There was no way Bella was going to stop this any time soon, the only thing I could do right now was to hold back the cries of pain so Daryl didn’t suffer and fight back. I just couldn’t find my strength, it must have been kicked out of me..

“Come on Lily,” she said teasingly, “I know ya feisty, the guys told me. Fight back!”

She kicked me again.

“GET UP AND FIGHT ME.” She screamed.

Daryl brayed on the wall again, “No, NO! Don’t, not her! Hit me!”

“Shut the fuck up Daryl!”

Bella grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, I was a little unsteady and it hurt to take deep breaths. The loss of blood and the kick to the head made me wobbly and weak. I couldn’t fight back in this state.

I widened my eyes to try to help them adjust to darkness but I stumbled backwards into the wall Daryl was not behind. A cord of some sort fell across my face and shoulders, I wasn’t sure if I pulled it for a chance of benefitting my situation or to help myself stand up straight but the room was returned with light.

In the centre of the ceiling was a single light bulb and although the light was dim I was able to see Bella properly, see her stance and position.

She was half a meter away from me, stood with her knees slightly bent and she didn’t have her fur coat on therefore there wasn’t any pockets to hide away weapons. Her eyes were wild; her pupils were so large, nearly swallowing up her hazel eyes.

“Hit me!” She screamed.

I almost lazily swung for her; even so my ribs throbbed when I lifted up my arm.

Bella dodged my arm and punched me in the face, again.

“What’s wrong with ya?!” Bella was getting very annoyed by my performance. “Fight back.”

To gain a better reaction or to wake me from my woozy trance, she slapped me across my blood stained cheek; the same side with the three cuts.

My head was ringing but somehow the slap almost cleared my thoughts, what was I doing? Why was I letting her beat me? She wanted a fight, I needed to give her one and I needed to prove I could be just as lethal as her.

I slammed my foot into her stomach, causing her to keel over. I took this chance to upper cut her face sending her flying backwards.

I let Bella find her feet and stand straight. With the bend of her wrist she wiped the blood from her nose, she had a strange smile on her face.

“Now that’s more like it.”

She charged at me and grabbed hold of my hair, foul play. She wanted a fight, a real fight, not a pathetic bitch fight. Well, I kinda guess this is a bitch fight.

She pulled my hair back, therefore pulling back my head so I was restrained. I unwound my arm from our tangled limbs and punched her in the throat. In response, she coughed and spluttered.

“Get off of me!” I shouted, although I vowed to myself to stay silent for Daryl’s sake but it felt like my neck was going to snap.

I stamped on her foot then punched her in the stomach, this loosened her grip of my hair and my locks were free.

“You bitch,” I exclaimed while out of breath.

I spat out blood which had formulated from my nose, before I could even look up to Bella she had knocked me to the ground.

She straddled me, a knee over each side, sat on my stomach. I clenched my teeth as the weight of Bella put pressure on my sure to be broken ribs.

Of course this did not go amiss, Bella jumped a few times and I couldn’t hold back my cries.

“Lily, Lily!” Daryl shouted in a distressed manner, repeatedly banging against the wall.

She leaned over closer to me, her head not far from mine. Bella gave me a sadistic look then punched me in the chest, the throat, and then my face.

In an attempt to stop her from inflicting anymore pain on the top half of my body, which has taken quiet a beating, I grabbed hold of her throat and pushed her as far as my arm extended away from my face.

“Enough!” I shouted at her, “Just stop!”

She spluttered again, gasping for breath. I refused to loosen my grip.

“Will you stop?!” I shouted. My anger was present in my expression and tone.

She nodded desperately, her eyes alert as she felt the last of her oxygen supply leave her mouth.

I released she was close to collapsing, I was killing her! I let go and dropped my arm to my side.
Bella rubbed her own throat and gasped for breath.

“You fucking bitch,” she said in a raspy voice.

She rapidly grabbed hold of my head, hands on either side of my face, she pounded my head off the cold, concrete floor.

The dimly lit room spun, it was incredibly hard to focus on Bella who was now stood over me. Without a word, she spat on my face and left my chamber. As Bella left, she slammed the door shut, the noise echoed through my head.

“Lily!” Daryl shouted, “Lily are ya okay?!”

It took everything to keep my mind straight and not spin off into sleep, my eyes felt like they weighed a tonne each and my brain felt like it was thudding against my skull.

I heard the opening of a door, but it wasn’t my door.

“Hello Daryl.” This was a man’s voice.

“Fuck off!” Daryl spat.

I began to panic. No, no!

It was Daryl’s turn to be attacked and my turn to suffer. Just it was The Governor who would be beating Daryl half to death, not Bella. What, couldn’t she do it?

I wiped the spit from my face, and rolled over. I wobbly crawled back over to the wall Daryl and I shared.

“Now, now Daryl. There’s no need for language like that. How could you be so rude to your host?” The Governor teased as much as Bella.

The movement turned my stomach but I continued to the wall till my face was centimetres from it.

“Leave him alone you bastard!” I screamed.

“Shut up Lily!” Daryl shushed me, he was saving me from any more harm.

“Ain’t that sweet, ya new girl is sticking up for you.” The Governor’s tone suddenly changed, “BUT THIS AIN’T NONE OF HER BUISNESS.”

There was a thud and an outcry.

I burst into tears.

Just like he did with me, I had to listen to Daryl being assaulted but by The Governor, but I’m sure he would give no mercy.

I clamped my hands over my ears to block out the bumps and the bangs, the cries and the yelps. I managed to pull myself up to my feet, although I was unbelievably light headed, I wasn’t sure how I was even still conscious, and I went to the back of the room and rested against a solid brick wall.

I spread my legs out in front of me, but held my hands to my face. This was the only position that did not upset my throbbing ribs.

I shook due to the head injury, and possible lack of blood, and shivered due to the fact I was only in my underwear. My bra that was once fully white, was now a cup red and a cup white from my wounds.

I rubbed up and down my arms to get rid of the goose bumps and to also try to warm myself up, as I did so I hummed a tune to keep the sounds of Daryl’s torture out of my head.

After what felt like eternity, I heard the door of Daryl’s room close.

I pulled my hands, which had returned back to my ears, down to my sides and listened.

I heard the withering and whimpering of Daryl.

“Daryl,” I called out, but my voice broke and it was nothing but a whisper. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Daryl?”

There was movement, the sound of dragging something across the floor.

I slid so I was in the back corner of the room, I tapped against the metal wall.

“I’m here Daryl,” I tapped some more. “I’m right here.” The tears continued to fall.

I jumped then winced, a hand appeared under the wall through a gap.

“It’s just me,” his voice was husky but controlled, he attempted to hid his pain and emotion but I could detect it, even with a thumping head. “Mind outta the way.”

I moved back and Daryl, one handedly, pulled and bent back the scrap metal enough to crawl through and join me on the other side of the wall.

With the light from my chamber, I could examine the extent of Daryl’s injuries and understood why he only used one hand to get here; his bottom lip was busted open, his black eye he had already had was even bigger, his right shirt sleeve was torn, almost falling off, the wrist on the same arm was largely swollen, it was definitely broken, and he didn’t have to have his shirt off for me to know that his torso was full of bruises, the thuds and cries told me that much.

I cupped his none swollen cheek with my hand, “Oh Daryl,” was all I could managed as the tears spilled over and poured like a waterfall.

Daryl did the same, with his good hand he cupped my cheek and shushed me.

I pulled away and looked to his wrist, it couldn’t go un-bandaged. With minimal movement of my upper half, I tended to his ripped sleeve, pulling it off completely, and fashioned it into a sling. I tied it around his neck and slowly picky up his wrist.

Daryl threw his head back in pain, “Fuck!” he cried.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” I said and slotted his wrist threw the sling.

I began to take longer blinks, my eyes so badly wanted to close.

Daryl with his free hand he slowly pulled me to his side, being wary of my injuries, and gently pressed my head to his shoulder. Once his did so, he held my hand and I sobbed into his shoulder. Daryl even shed a tear, he wasn't as loud or dramatic as I was, but he did cry too.

Whether it be from the pain or out current affairs, we cried on each other.

Notes

I feel so guilty that I have been away and haven't been uploading chapters regularly so just for my subscribers I have finished Chapter 18 today and uploaded it even though I just posted 17 last night. (and if I manage it, I'll post 19 tonight if my writing and brain is up to scratch after today!)

Thank you so much for reading and tell me what you think about this pretty violent chapter!! xx

Comments

@jenniferemmadixon
Thank you!
walkingrosie walkingrosie
10/23/13
That's great! !!
@Mortisse
No no! Haven't upset me, just putting it out there hahaha
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/6/13
@walkingrosie
I hope I am not upsetting you, I was trying to make it constructive criticism, if I didn't truly enjoy it I wouldn't bother to comment at all I would have stopped after the first chaptee. :D
Mortisse Mortisse
9/6/13
@Mortisse
Well it's only the case for the first chapter or so, this is my first ever fanfiction
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/5/13