A Veil of Black and Gold
Nicole picked out a small room for herself and Daryl. It was nothing fancy; just a plain couch, lamp, television and random paintings hanging from the wall. Daryl left the room to get one of the cots the doctor mentioned, while Nicole went to the rec room with Bubba.
As soon as she walked in, she noticed right away that she had just been the topic of discussion. Carol was sitting on the couch in the small room, reading a book and Lori was doing the same. Carl and Sophia were busy with a game of checkers.
Bubba ran straight to Sophia and sat next to her. He had become increasingly close to the little girl, ever since the scenario at the camp, when Nicole left him to look for Merle.
“Hey there, ladies,” Nicole gave a genuine smile and received fake ones in return. Nicole cleared her throat uncomfortably and began to skim through the book titles on the towering bookshelf in front of her.
“You like to read, Nicole?” Lori asked her, standing up and walking towards her.
“I love to read. My dad use to make me and Rael read to him from his big boring law books when we were in elementary. It was all a plan schemed up to get us out of the house and into the library. I fell in love with Stephen King and Rael got into poetry.” Nicole fingered the spines of one of the books and gave a content sigh.
Lori rubbed her back reassuringly and Nicole looked at her. She gave a smile and this one truly reached her eyes. Nicole grabbed a pirate novel written by Michael Crichton and turned to leave.
“Let’s go, Bubba,” Nicole called out as she got to the door. Bubba stood up slowly, but Sophia grabbed his hand.
“Can’t Rael stay with us for a little longer?” Nicole sighed and looked at the small girls face.
“Well, I don’t mind but you would have to see if your mom wouldn’t mind taking him back to his dad’s room when you all go to bed.” Sophia looked up at Carol who was looking at me. Sophia was jumping up and down, begging her mother for the small boy to stay and play.
“Of course he can stay, Sophia,” Carol smiled down at her daughter as she began to play ‘Duck, Duck, Goose!’ with Bubba and Carl. She looked up one more time to glare at Nicole, but she was already gone.
Rael stumbled through the halls with a bottle of wine. He didn’t know why he was feeling the way he was; angry, upset and confused. He was angry at himself for making everyone feel uncomfortable, upset for how he has been neglecting his son, and confused for why he has been having daydreams about murdering his own sister.
Glen had barged into the shower right before Nicole. She was just about to walk in when Glen ran up from behind her, quick as a cat, and slammed the door. “Sorry, Nicole but you were just a bit too slow!” He yelled at her through the door.
“Thanks a lot, Glen! I’ll remember that!” She chuckled to herself and walked back to hers and Daryl’s room. He was lying on the small cot, thumbing through her pirate novel when she walked in.
“Well, hello there,” He said softly as he put her book down. “I thought you went to take a shower.”
“I was but Glen beat me to it,” She sat next to him on the cot and pulled out the last pound of weed she had, along with her grinder and a blueberry Swisher.
“You know, I don’t think your brother likes me very much,” Daryl told her as she split the Swisher.
“Yea, I don’t think so, either.” Nicole looked around for a bag to dump the tobacco in, but stopped.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she threw the useless tobacco on the floor. She proceeded to load the grinder when she felt Daryl shift in the cot. She began to turn the grinder when she felt hot breath against her neck. She smiled and shuddered as Daryl began to kiss her on a soft spot under her ear.
“You look so sexy when you play with drugs,” He whispered in her ear before nibbling it softly, causing her body to shudder with pleasure.
“I need to finish this blunt, Daryl. I plan on smoking it in the shower.” She said as he continued his assault on her. She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. She turned to face him and gave him a quick kiss, before returning to her weed.
It took her less than two minutes to load the blunt skin and roll it up. She put it with the clothes she was going to change into after her shower and grabbed onto the collar of Daryl’s vest.
She kissed him roughly and threw him onto the cot. He kissed her back just as rough and began to tear her shirt off. She ripped open his vest and sucked his neck softly, making sure she left a nice, big mark.
She wiggled out of her shorts and unzipped his pants, pulling them past his hips. She looked him in the eyes as she pulled him out of the slit in his boxers.
Daryl looked right into Nicole’s eyes as he grabbed her hips and pushed her panties to the side. She positioned herself just right and Daryl thrusted into her. His grip tightened on her hips and she rode him hard, feeling Daryl deep inside her.
He rotated his hips with hers, causing Nicole to cry out in pleasure. Daryl was hitting her right on the spot and it was making her go crazy.
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door and Glen’s voice rang through the door.
“Nicole, the showers all yours!” Daryl kept thrusting into Nicole, causing her response to come out garbled.
“Uh, th-tha-thank YOU! God!” She called out as she came with Daryl right behind her.
“Umm, you’re welcome,” Glen answered back and Nicole collapsed onto Daryl’s chest and began hitting his arm.
“You did that on purpose, you asshole!” She laughed as he grinned at her.
“I wanted to see how you would sound,” Daryl smirked at her as she got dressed.
“Well, now you know and knowledge is power. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go shower.” She blew him a kiss, picked up her backpack and walked over to the shower.
Rael was rip roaring drunk when he decided to go see his sister. He had no idea what he was going to tell her or what he was going to do, but he knew he was going to do something.
When he got to her room, he didn’t find Nicole, he found Daryl instead.
“Can I help you?” Daryl asked as he stood next to the cot with his arms crossed.
“Nicole, where is she?” Rael stumbled into the room, knocking over one of the paintings. Daryl raised an eyebrow at him and took a step forward.
“She’s taking a shower.” Rael straightened up and glared at Daryl. He had been meaning to talk to the redneck for some time now.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Rael took a step toward Daryl. “You’re trying to take my son away from me.” Daryl raised an eyebrow at Nicole’s drunken brother and had no idea what he was talking about. “You’re not going to get him. I killed the last bitch to take him from me and I’m not afraid to kill one more. You stay away from him, you and my bitch sister better stay out of my way or you will both regret it.” He stumbled out of the room just as messily and as noisily as he barged into it.
Daryl stood there, trying to comprehend just what Rael exactly meant. Who was the last person to take Bubba away from him? And more disturbing, would he really kill his own sister?
Nicole just finished brushing her teeth and was just about to head out of the bathroom when her brother roughly pushed open the door, knocking her back.
“What the fuck, Rael?!” She grabbed her wrist in pain and looked at her brother. He was drunk and angry, but Nicole had no idea why.
“You’re not taking him from me!” He yelled and backhanded his sister across the face. Nicole slammed against the wall and right as she turned around, her brother grabbed her neck with one of his strong, tattooed hands and started squeezing. With his other hand, he kept Nicole’s hands down, keeping her from trying to fight off her brother.
She was completely helpless.
She had no voice and no possible way to get Rael away from her.
She struggled, but she realized her attempts were futile; he was too strong for her.
She squeezed her eyes tight, feeling salty tears slowly roll down her cheeks. She felt her legs getting weaker by the second and she thought of Daryl one last time…
All of a sudden, her foot slipped which caused her and Rael to stumble. His grip on her throat didn’t loosen, but the grip on her hands did. She scratched as his face and punched at it. She did anything she could with her hands, just to get away from her brother.
He yelled out in pain as one of her fingers caught in his left gauged ear. She pulled as hard as she could, grimacing as she felt skin tear. She then poked in the direction of his eyes and he finally let go. She ran out of the bathroom faster than she ever had before, grabbing her backpack on the way out.
She ran all the way back to her room, stopping outside of the door.
She tried to calm her breathing down as much as she could before she walked in. She didn’t want Daryl to see her so scared. She slowly opened the door and was grateful that the light was turned off. She walked into the direction of the cot, not noticing that one of the paintings was slightly askew.
She felt for the empty spot next to Daryl and collapsed into the bed.
Daryl then turned to her and wrapped his arms around her. He was still mulling over what Rael had told him when he came into the room.
‘I killed the last bitch to take him from me and I’m not afraid to kill one more.’
What did he mean? More importantly, who did he mean? He remembered Nicole telling him a little bit about Little Rael’s mother, but he couldn’t have possibly been talking about her, could he? What kind of a man could kill the mother of his only child?
Daryl decided that worrying about it wasn’t going to solve anything. He also wouldn’t want Nicole to worry about her brother anymore than she already was. He let her sleep in his arms, hoping that the other survivors where having a less eventful night than he did.
Nicole jolted awake from the awful nightmare she was having. She kept seeing the look in Rael’s eyes as he slowly tried to take her life from her.
She brought her knees to her chest and tried to keep from crying. She didn’t know what to do.
She felt like the foundation that was keeping her sturdy during this whole mess was about to tumble and fall. Rael was her brother; he had been with through some rough ordeals and she had been with him.
What was causing this monster to rip out of him?
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about her brother. She thought about someone she hasn’t thought of in years; her mother.
She thought about how her mother used to dance around the house in the mornings, with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.
She remembered the way her mother would always be covered in paint after a long day in her art studio.
Then, she remembered the day when she came home from school and found all of her mother’s belongings gone.
It was as if she had disappeared without a trace and Nicole never heard from her again.
Nicole sighed and felt Daryl stir next to her. She looked down at him and could barely make out his sleeping face. She smiled, taking in the man that had saved her life more than once, the man she was in love with.
She glided her hand gently across his face and he stirred once more.
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. She knelt down to kiss him gently and kissed her back.
“How long have you been awake?” He asked as he sat up and stretched.
“Not long,” She lied. He didn’t need to know that she had been awake for almost an hour, thinking about how hopeless she felt.
“Well, let’s go see if anyone else is up,” He said as he got off the cot.
“I think I heard Rick, Lori and Carl a few minutes ago. They were saying something about breakfast.” Nicole stretched and slowly got off the cot.
“Now we have to go,” Daryl said with a huge grin on his face. “I happen to be starving.”
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