Hush Baby Im here

Chapter 15

Today I am finally editing this story! I wrote it like 4 years ago, I am really sorry previous readers! But if you by chance are rereading this, well then you should know I did change some things, to make it not so choppy and stuff! 
I Love you guys so much ~kristy.

The wind started to pick up as we wandered down the road again. After having searched the vehicles we had equipped two more fully loaded pistols and two bottles of water. I figured it was best not to think about the past, just pretend everything was good. 

No one had said a word to me.

Crying seemed stupid, but that's all I wanted to do. I shook my head clear and marched beside Carl, giving him a smile.

"Hey." I said, nodding towards him.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks, concern painted all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm good. You?"

He looked down, "honestly I was kinda worried back there. Now I'm just angry."

"Me to," I speak genuinely, "But I think I have to put that anger to good use, other wise it'll just get me into more trouble." I pointed out.

"Sure Anger might get you killed, but its better then being sad and weak. I want to do something about it, I want to fix things and make people pay for what they do" He stated sharply, his eyes spinning in circles as he imagined all the ways he could get revenge. I hesitantly nodded in agreement.

"Carl?" He didn't answer but I could tell he was listening.

"What's this about?" I asked, obviously it was not about Justin, it wouldn't have affected him this much. There was something else there, like he had the same type of resentment towards people like Justin as me, and Maggie did. 

"Just earlier, before we found you, there was a group, a man well he held me down and well... He kinda.. He..." I could tell he was struggling for words. Just like earlier I was enraged again, what kind of sick person would do something like that to a young boy, who's never done anything but try to save the people he loved. A boy who's already been through so much. I wanted to grab Daryl's bow right then and there and stomp off to find this man and everyone involved and kill them one by one.  

Carl did not seem to be filled with fury though, he seemed retracted, and humiliated. He just needed someone to be soft with him, and comfort him on something he probably had to shove aside and move on as quickly as possible from. It was a complex emotion, I myself would never understand what that would have been like, but I wanted to help.

So I placed my palm on his hands and smiled at him, "its okay Carl, you don't have to say it if you don't want, but if you do I'm here when your ready." He nodded, lifting his head.

I felt a little proud of myself, and better, like I was good for something again. However majorly, I was racked with feelings of remorse and love, I just wanted him to know that he was still Carl, and no body would ever take that away from him.