The Dixons Rises

Chapter 12

Sick, Separated And The Searching

Ella’s POV

It’s crazy how I had to send my own sister to an area full of other sick people. She was sick but not as bad, “feels better April...” I whispered to my self. “Ella, I’m going to get Medicine for April and everyone.” I heard Daryl walking up I turned “I’m going to” I pled. “No, you’re not” he stated “Why?” I started to get aggregated. “April is sick, we are 85% sure she will make it, the other percent she might not, if I loose her too like Merle I still need another Dixon.” He touched my shoulder. “I’ll rather it be me sick then her,” I proclaimed. Daryl slapped my shoulder. “Don’t speak like that, if we get the medicine, she most likely will make it, beside Herschel has made green tea, I heard it like an anti medicine so it’ll work until we’ll get back.”  I nodded, “What do I do?” I questioned. “Go where ever Rick put Carl, I know he will protect you.” He laughed a bit. “What about can’t be around other people. “I asked, “Who cares, I think it’s something else nothing to do with people around other people.” He seemed to make sense so I nodded. I walked as fast as I could to where Carl was.

“Hey Ella” he shouted and ran to me to hug me. “What’s wrong?” he asked “April, is over where the sick people are. I feel like Reilly is behind something.” I stated. “Maybe not, who knows but I know April is pretty damn strong she will make it.” While Carl said that, Blake walked by. “Hey Blake why do you look panic.” I asked, he was like mumbling and freaking out. “I went to see April, she was sleeping so Herschel told me no. And then I asked well if she even doing fine. He just stared at me said I’m doing the best I can we will see. It’s killing me not to know if my baby will be alright.” He seemed like he was going crazy not knowing. 

“I got this” Carl pointed out. “Come with me Blake,” he demanded with a hand out. 

They disappeared around the corner. I sign, “I feel crazy also.” I whispered kicking the dust on the ground.  I started thinking about when we were young and dad beat April pretty bad, just because she cried over a bloody knee. Little does she know right after I told her she was a bad liar? Dad and I got in fight. I never told her, I didn’t want her to think it was her fault. Dad was yelling a storm about how weak his children are and Daryl yelled “Hey, why don’t you understand she is three.” Dad punched him cold out. “Ella don’t be as weak as Daryl and your sister,” he demanded. I know deep inside they both are stronger then me I’m just good at holding my feelings together. “Why do you think you’re doing a right thing hitting your kids, beating them like animals what is wrong with you” I spoke up. Dad came running I never seen him run that fast. He hit me once. Blood all over my face. He hit me again more blood appeared. He pulled me by my hair into the kitchen. He put a knife on my neck. “Say something smart again and I will slit your throat.” He blurted out. I bit his thumb so he would let go. I know dumb mistake. Someone with a knife on your throat only threatening you let’s bite his thumb. Dumb mistake. To be honest I was hopping he would but instead I got the worse beaten ever. 

“Come here you little bitch” he shouted and chased me. He finally caught me he slit my thigh and some of my wrist. “You dumb bitch get over here” he shouted. He pulled my hair and started punching me blood pouring down my face I was hopping to pass out. He laughed “Can’t outsmart me now can you?” he took the knife and put it on my throat again. “Try that again,” he suggested. I froze. He laughed “Coward” he stabbed my thigh and left the knife there. “Clean up I don’t want your siblings to see all this blood.” He demanded. I got up and limped to the closet bathroom. I looked up for the First Aid kit then realized it was outside still. I slowly opened the door. I looked around to see no one. I limped to the sliding glass door. “Ella?” I heard. I turned to see Daryl “What the hell?” he shouted. “Shh don’t be so loud help me get the first aid kit please.” I begged. He nodded ran outside and got the kit he picked me up and brought me in the bathroom. “What the hell happened after he knocked me out?” he asked wiping some blood off my thigh. “I did something dumb.” I blurted out. “What did you do?” He asked “ I told him he was messed up thinking he is right about beating his kids, you aren’t even suppose to see me, don’t tell him you saw this especially don’t tell April she will think it’s her fault. “ I finished with a hiss from him trying to get the knife out. He was being really slow. It was hurting me more. “Daryl let go of the knife.” I asked and he let go. I held the handle. “When I say go put as much pressure as you can, then do your thing with the stiches okay?” I destructed he looked at me like I was crazy he nodded. He prepared him self. “One, two.” I started the count down “Three!” I shouted and ripped the knife out I struggle to say go but I managed “Go!” I shouted Daryl held pressure on my leg. “You’re one tough cookie” he joked. Again inside I was crying. He started cleaning my wound. He stitched it up and I announced, “I’m going to shower” he nodded. “Want a chair?” he suggested I shook my head “I’ll be fine just go, before dad see’s you in here” he nodded and left.  I never told April that story. I’ll bring that story to my grave. I remember she always asked about the scars and such, yeah I must have been a tough three year old but in that shower I cried so hard.  April will never know the scars meaning I always told her, I did it to myself.