My Redneck Angel

10. Guilt

*Jess's POV*

We made it to the farm house. We met everyone who lived there Hershal, Maggie, Beth, Jimmy, Patrica, and Ottis. Ottis is the one who shot Carl, it was a hunting acident. Hershal is the doctor who is taking care of Carl.

"We need to get the equipment to do the procedure." Hershal explained. "Other wise your boy might not survive." Ottis jumed in. "Ill go." Of course he was goona volentire, he's the one who shot Carl. "Ill go to." I stepped out of the corner. I saw Daryl shake his head at me. "No, your not going." Travis butted in. "Travis you cant tell me what to do. I can make my own decisions"

"Ill go." Tyler rased his hand. I sighed. "I can still go and help." I was about to go get ready. "No, me and Tyler will do it. Three people will be to many." Ottis stared at me. I shook my head. "Fine." Why dont they ever let me do anything? I can take care of myself. I walked outside and into the tent I was staying in. Almost everyone had there own tent because of all the deaths we've had. I sat in my tent twirling my knife, trying to think of something to do. Wait...its still daylight. I put my knife back in my boot and put my sword on my back. Then I checked to make sure I had my pistol.

I started to the woods. I was gonna go hunting/looking for Sofia, before I got to the woods I herd that southern accent again. "An' where do ya think your goin'?" I let out an annoyed sigh. "Am i aloud to do anything anymore, or do I have to ask you and Travis first?" When he didnt answer I started to walk again. I felt his hand wrap around my wrist.. I pulled it away. "What?"

"Ya could atleast tell us before ya leave." His eyes met mine, I shook my head. "No because if I did that you guys would tell me I cant." I said irritated. "Were just tryin' to protect ya." He raised his voise. "And since when do you care?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Really. Since when do I care? Well i fuckin' cared when Shane tried rapin' ya didnt I?" He stared at me with cold eyes. All the memories from that night came rushing back, how he saved me from Shane, I cried into his chest, I fell asleep on his shoulder. Now I felt guilty for saying he didnt care because i know he does, and he doesnt care about many people. "Daryl.." I said quietly. "No." He shook his head. "Your right...I dont care...why should I care." When I looked up at him I saw pain in his eyes. He turned around and walked back to the farm.

I sat down against a tree feeling bad about what I said to Daryl. I pulled my knife out of my boot and started playing with it again. Im such an bitch. I replayed that in my head so I would feel guilty, I wanted to feel guilty...I should feel guilty. I gripped my knife then stabbed it into the tree I was leaning against.

*Daryl's POV*

The fucks wrong with her..? She can be so stupid, why the hell doesn't she think I care. This is why I don't want to care, I don't want to lose her then be all sad and shit. "Hey Daryl, you okay?" Stephanie asked as I walked by. Of course she would ask, she's always buggin' the hell outta me, I wish she would leave me the fuck alone. "Daryl?"

"Leave me alone." I snapped. I turned around and saw Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea, Travis, and Stephanie staring at me. I exhaled deaply, I clenched my fist, and stormed off to my tent.

*Jess's POV*

It was now dark, we all sat on the porch waiting for Tyler and Ottis to return. Daryl was the only one not on the porch, I didn't blame him though, he had every right to be pissed at me and not want to be around me. I was staring at Daryl's tent, I wanted to go talk to him but I also wanted to give him space. I directed my attention to a faint sound of an engine. When I squinted my eyes I just barely saw head lights. "Guys." Everyone looked at me. I pointed to the drive way, you could now see the head lights clearly.

We all ran to the truck as it pulled up to the house and came to a stop. The engine was turned off, Tyler hopped out of the drivers side. We all waited for Ottis to get out of the passenger side, we became impatient. Tyler walked up to us holding out bags. Me and Carol took the bags and carried them inside. When I walked back outside I stopped in my tracks when I herd, "He's bit.."