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chapter fifty-two | the last of her tears
A FEW HOURS LATER, Laurel sat at the edge of her bed, preparing a bottle of formula as Cassie paced back and forth with a sleepy and hungry little ass-kicker in her arms in their cell. The girls cringed as the baby girl let out another high pitch scream as Laurel stood from the bed and brought the nipple of the bottle to the baby's lips to stop her screams.
Little ass kicker stopped squirming and crying the moment she started to drink, a sigh of relief falling from Cassie's lips as she took the bottle from her sister's hand and continued to feed.
Laurel snorted and rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around herself and sat back down on the bed. She watched her little sister pace, slower this time, as she fed the baby, her lips twitching into a smile. "I didn't know you were so good with babies, I would've made you babysit for extra money," Laurel joked.
"That's probably why I never told you," she giggled, "a lot of teen mom show binges with you and baby dolls."
Laurel nodded her head with a smile, "smart girl." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She glanced down at her boots, a used pair gave to her by Maggie since her last pair were probably on the feet of one of the Governor's townspeople. She lifted her hand to rub her eyes, getting tired of her brain of always ending up thinking about him.
Cassie glanced at her sister again, recognizing the agitation on her face. She debated in her head for a short moment, remembering the conversation she had with their brother just an hour before. "You might have to talk to her about all of that. It's not really my place."
"Can I ask a question?" Cassie spoke quietly.
Laurel lifted her head from her hands and nodded. Cassie adjusted her hold on the baby before opening her mouth. "What happened at Woodbury?"
Cassie watched her sister's movements halt, her face dropping of any emotion. Laurel avoided her sister's gaze, becoming uncomfortable immediately as she wiggled in her seat. Her fingers fumbled with the ripped threads of her jeans anxiously.
"I just... I need to know. I need to know who hurt you and why Daryl is with him," Cassie spoke softly.
Laurel looked up at her little sister, thinking for a moment before sighing. She willed her body to relax as she opened her mouth to tell her sister what happened that day. That night.
And she did.
She told her sister just moments after teasing Glenn and Maggie, that she had a gun to her head and was forced into the car to spare Maggie's life. The man that kidnapped them was indeed Merle, Daryl's brother, the one Rick left handcuffed on top of the roof the day that Daryl brought them into the group. Merle was the one that bruised her face, and body, breaking her ribs after she tried to fight back. But he wasn't the cause for it all.
