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Hearts of the Past and Present

Nervous

Chapter 6 - Nervous

Daryl kissed me last night, and I had no idea how it occurred.

We’ve been practically ignoring each other’s existence for weeks. Then a few words exchanged, a stalk into the woods, (not that that is normal or healthy for a relationship/friendship), and a day together. That’s all we needed really, just to be with each other and spend some time together talking and address the elephant in the room.

I rolled out of bed and swapped my pyjamas, which was just an oversized t-shirt, for my clothes for today and stood in front of the mirror. The person staring back at me was almost unrecognisable; there were not bags under her eyes, there was some colour in her and expression in her eyes, she looked happy.

Last night I didn’t have a nightmare, for the first time in weeks and I know exactly why. It’s because Daryl was in my life again.

This morning I woke up in a genuinely happy mood and I was very much looking forward to seeing Daryl this morning.

I blew my fringe out of my eyes, Daryl was right; my fringe is getting long. I pulled out my scissors from last night and snipped at my fringe till I could see again.

With one last look of the stranger in the mirror, I made my way downstairs to where everyone was sat. Like always, I was the last one out of bed.

“Morning,” I called.

In reply was a mixture of hello’s and good morning’s, Daryl lifted his head from his breakfast and caught my line of sight. He gave me a smile which I returned, my smile was from ear to ear.

Carl, Glen and Maggie had Judith on the table, they were playing with her and tickling her, in response to that Judith was giggling away, while they did so, Beth who is a natural mother was making them breakfast.

On the other table sat Rick, Hershel, Michonne and Daryl who all seemed to be listening to Pete intently, their heads were low and Pete’s voice was hushed.

As nosey as I am, I quickly grabbed some water and something for breakfast so I could catch what they were saying.

I took the spare seat beside my Uncle Pete but by the time I got there, he had shut up.

“What were you guys talking about?” I asked nonchalantly as I took a bit of my granola bar.

“Nothing really, just today’s run out.” Pete replied.

My heart stopped for a second. “Are you going?”

Pete shook his head and Rick took over, “Michonne, Daryl, Carl and I are going to take one car and run out for baby supplies and anythin’ else we need that’s available. We’re really runnin’ low on food at the moment, just a box full of granola bars and a couple’a tin cans left.”

My fear wasn’t relieved, Daryl was going on the run.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come along? There’s been a lot more walkers in the area recently, ya could do with the back up.” Pete pointed out.

“Thank ya, and ya right but we need the space in the car.” Rick said politely.

“And it’s nothing we can’t handle,” Michonne gave a smirk to Daryl who had the same look on his face.

In all honesty, I really had nothing to worry about. Daryl could easy take care of himself and others out there, but of course I worried about him and anyone who went out on a risk. You never know what might happen. There’s always this little voice in the back of my mind going ‘what if one of them doesn’t come back?’ ‘what if Daryl doesn’t return?’

Daryl, Michonne and Rick were the best ‘protectors’ of the group, I put my full trust in them which is not only nice but daunting. Along with them Carl is also very capable of killing a walker or five, it scares the hell out of me.

My Uncle Pete is also a great shot, he’s been hunting and going out onto the gun range for years and years. Since America’s license on guns is a lot different to those in England, when I moved over here he made it his duty to get me trained with a gun. Although I may have hated those days out in the blistering heat, I am very thankful for them now.

I looked up to Daryl; he was playing with his fingers, whether it was down to nerves or boredom I wasn’t quite sure.

I finished my breakfast and cleared away everyone’s rubbish and bottles off the table for them. I threw the wrappers in the bin and refilled the bottles for the guys to use on their run out.

Like every other run, I’ll be thinking of Daryl all day; wondering and hoping he and the others are safe. Even in those two months we were practically strangers to one another, I still drove myself crazy in the hours he left the prison just to wander the forest.

Hershel and I left Beth and my Uncle Pete with Judith inside the prison, we followed Rick and Daryl outside to the car they were taking. Out of habit, as soon as I left the safety of the prison walls I scanned the forest for any strange activity but I just spied Glen and Maggie taking down a cluster of walkers by the fence.

Michonne and Carl, who had picked up a weird bond with each other, were loading up the car with weapons and bags to fill.

“Come on Dad, let’s go!” Carl said as he clambered into the backseat next to Michonne.

I think he really admired the warrior in Michonne; he was inspired by her strength and capabilities.

“Am comin’,” Rick called then turned to Hershel and I.

“Now y’all be careful.” Hershel said and patted Rick on the shoulder.

“Ain’t I always,” He replied.

“Take care of that boy, you too Daryl.”

Daryl gave a stern nod in Hershel’s direction, he respected the guy; he was kind and full of wisdom, he genuinely cared about everyone in the group, even Daryl.

I swallowed hard, “Watch your selves out there.”

Rick nodded towards me and headed to the car where an impatient Carl and Michonne playfully beeped the horn. Daryl stayed for a few seconds longer.

“Be careful.” I said to him.

I ignored the urge to throw myself at him and hug him tightly; I don’t even know how Daryl would take it never mind everyone else. From what they know, we still aren’t talking. Except Maggie and Glen who have more of an idea.

“’Course. I'll see ya soon.” He said and placed his hand on my upper arm before turning to the car.

Daryl took the passenger seat beside Rick and slammed the door shut. This could be the last time I see any of them, you never know.

I let out a deep breath and I found Hershel comforting me, “Don’t you worry yaself darling, they’ll be back in no time.”

“You think?” I asked nervously, I had never been this nervous before.

“I know.” Hershel said with a warm smile.

I smiled back, “Are you coming inside?” I offered.

“I think I’ll sit out here for a bit, get some fresh air and keep an eye on Maggie and Glen.”
And so he did. Hershel hobbled over to a bench we moved closer to the gate the other day as I made my way back inside.

I opened the cell door with a creek and made my way downstairs. I looked around for Beth, Judith and Pete but they were nowhere to be seen.

In a puzzled state, I froze and held my breath; listening to anything that could give away their location.

Very faintly I could hear the hushed voice of my Uncle and small sobs coming from Beth, they were in the bed block. I tiptoed round to find Beth holding Judith over her shoulder facing me, Pete had his back to me and he had his head lowered to Beth’s level.

Tears were streaming down Beth’s face and she looked pretty angry, I had never seen her like this before. She had to keep her cool because she had a sleeping Judith in her arms.

Was there something wrong with the baby? Was it Uncle Pete, what was he saying to her?
Beth locked her eyes on mine which were questioning.

“What’s going on?” I asked, the tone a mixture of shock, fear and slight anger.

Pete whizzed round, not noticing my presence until I spoke. His eyes were wide. Beth saw her chance and rushed past him holding Judith tightly to her chest, the tears still pouring.

I watched her pass me, my mouth hung open. This is the most strangest and unlikely scene for me to witness. Pete and Beth hardly spoke, of course there was polite small talk and what not. It’s just that Pete never really wanted a relationship with her to begin with, he can obviously see how much she resembles his daughter Sarah. It’s painful for him.

Has he finally snapped? Has he called her Sarah or convinced himself she is Sarah? I don’t blame him for going a bit crazy, I thought I was when I first met Beth and I nearly was just a week ago.

I stared at Pete with questioning eyes; he pressed both hands over his face stressfully.

Beth was the one who was upset, she was the one I needed to follow, and so I did. She had run into the living block, the only other room to escape to. Judith was secure in her little play pen laid on the mat while Beth sat with her head in her hands at the table.

“Are you okay? Beth what happened?” I said as rubbed her back and sat beside her.

Her sobs were raging out of her chest; she was fighting to catch her breath. No one had been in this state, no one since me.

Beth sucked in a ragged breath, I continued to rub her back and soothe her, “Just breath Beth, concentrate on breathing and in your own time tell me what happened.”

Pete stayed out of the way, I suspect her went to his cell and so he should, what could he have said or done to make Beth be like this? It was scary and so many horrible things were entering my mind.

Each passing minute, Beth was calming herself down and was managing to communicate with me with actually words instead of gasps and screeches. Thank God her dad was outside, I’m sure he’d want answers from Pete straight away, the pair of them weren’t exactly best friends. They hardly spoke, like Beth and him.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? What did Pete say to you?” I asked.

Beth wiped her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her jumper, “I can’t tell ya, seriously Lily a wish a could but I just can’t.”

I felt the colour wash out of me, I lowered my voice and used my deadly serious tone. I pick up her hands and looked into her eyes, “Beth, has he hurt you?” My Uncle was not that type of guy, he would never ever hurt someone in anyway but the rules have changed now and this dark world can take it’s toll on you.

Beth instantly started shaking her head, “No, of course not. Don’t be silly Lily.” She sniffed, “I honestly wish I could tell ya, but I can’t. For the sake of the groups bond, I can’t.”

I couldn’t stand to have Beth upset and my Uncle be the cause or have something to do with it, “I need to know Beth, he’s my Uncle.”

Beth’s bottom lip quivered, she shook her head slowly, “No, Lily.”

I rose from the table, “If you’re not going to tell me, Pete will.”

I stormed into the bed block and marched up to the cell I first slept in when I came to the prison, Pete was sat on the end of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck that was about?” I asked almost angrily.

“Language Lily.” Pete replied sternly, he wasn’t usually bothered about my language he was just avoiding my question.

I just repeated myself, “What the fuck was that about?” I demanded.

“Beth is my daughter.”

Notes

Sorry it's been 5 days since my last update, my first week at college has tired me out!! It's the early mornings and busy days but I've used my free hours today to write this for you, so what do you think?! I hope I haven't disappointed! Did you see that coming? Tell me everything! x

Comments

Girl, its been like 4 months since u last updated.

ElyseStyle ElyseStyle
6/6/14

Girl, its been like 4 months since u last updated.

ElyseStyle ElyseStyle
6/6/14

Love it, Lily and Bella bonded how sweet anyhoo great chapter can't wait to read more update as soon as u can :)

MoMo_chan92 MoMo_chan92
1/23/14

@Alice_Weekes
thank you! :D

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1/23/14

@SierraaDixon
Hahaha thank you so much!!! X

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1/23/14