See you again (Daryl Dixon)

I'm going to help you

(TRIGGER WARNING: there is mention of child abuse, drowning, and ect if you are sensitive to these topics please skip this chapter)

(Daryls p.o.v)

flashback

I was laying down in bed with my Walkman playing some tapes that Gillian and I went and picked out earlier that week when I heard a light tapping noise come from my window. I looked over and saw Gillian, she was completely soaked with water, her hair was wet, she had makeup running down her face, she was only in a large t-shirt and shorts which was odd since it was fall and the nights were getting cold as hell. Not that the whole situation was normal but ya know it was weird. I walked over to the window and opened it, she held up the keys to her old dart car and gave me a tight-lipped smile. I could tell she had been crying recently, her eyes were puffing and red. I nodded and grabbed my jacket before I climbed out the window and followed her as she leads me to her car. She got into the driver's seat and looked directly straight not even bothering to look at me as I got in the car. It was just then that I saw her clothes were wet too, not only that but her legs were covered in scratches. I looked at her hands which were in her lap fidgeting with the keys. I could see there was blood in her nails and on her hands. As soon as she heard my seatbelt click she put the keys in the ignition and let the engine roar to life.

All she would do was drive. She hadn't said a word to me the whole way. I don't even think she was driving somewhere, she was just driving. I could tell she was zoned out as we drove down a country road. I let out a sigh and rubbed my eyes. "What the hell happened, L?" I asked, I didn't want to ask her, I wanted to let her tell me in her own time but we had been driving around in complete silence for the past 30 minutes. She didn't answer, she just kept looking forward into the dark road. "L?" I asked as I shook her arm a bit. She looked over at me in surprise, like she had just come out of a dream. "Ya good?" I asked her, still observing the damage that had been done to her.

"He tried to kill me, Dare." She spoke quietly looking back at the road. I could feel the anger rising within me and my breathing picking up. She let out a quiet sob as she pulled the car over on the side of the road and leaned her head against the steering wheel. "I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. He's getting worse and worse with each fucking time." She sobbed, letting go of everything she had been holding in. Letting the sob shake through her body. And her breath goes rampant. "I was just fucking sleeping. I was fucking sleeping when this bastard burst into my room, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me to the bathroom. He had the tub filled up, Dare. He knew what he was doing."

"He tried to drown you?" I asked feeling my skin crawl with anger. I wanted to bash that sorry pricks face in. She let out a loud sob and nodded, pulling herself from the steering wheel, and whipping the tears off her face as she leaned back into her seat.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Daryl." She said throwing her hands in the air. "He has a gun. If he wanted me gone he could do it." She looked over at me with teary eyes, I didn't even know what the hell to say. I didn't want her to go back to that house and have to live in constant fear of being beat or worse. "I have to get out of there, Dare. I don't know how much longer I do can do it." She told me shaking her head and looking at me sadly. "I have nowhere to go, and I have no money, well barely, that job at the dinner doesn't pay very well. Not well enough to get out of there. I have no other options." She leaned over putting her head in her hands.