Daryl Dixon's Weakness

Chapter 11 - Saved By An Angel

After having the best shower I had experienced in a long time I put on a long sleeved oversized night shirt with some simple white trainer socks. I was still in slight shock over Daryl's caring nature towards me earlier but I decided to just enjoy it instead of worrying about it.

I opened the door of the bathroom to find that Daryl was nowhere to be seen. I wonder where he has gotten to? I swiftly placed my dirty clothes into my worn out backpack under my bed and decided to go exploring around this building myself. After closing the bedroom door quietly behind me, and I sped walked along the corridor.

I was just about to leave the guest rooms area when I heard some voices coming from the lounge. I listened more closely and realised that it was a man and a woman and someone was scared. Really scared.

"Get off of me!!"
"I know you want this, stop struggling!"
"Please just stop! Please!"

I immediately rushed into the room and was horrified by what I saw. Shane had Lori trapped against a table and was grabbing and touching her all over. I knew the fear in Lori's face would remain engraved in my mind forever.

"Shane what the hell do you think you're doing?!?" I screeched at him from across the room. His head snapped up and his eyes pierced into me with a sense of anger and bewilderment. Lori took this distraction as an opportunity to escape as she clawed at Shane's neck whilst pushing him away, sprinting out the door and slamming it behind her. I continued to stare at Shane in shock and disgust, not really knowing what to do. All of a sudden he leapt into action and sprinted towards me. I yelped in fear and tried to run for the door but I knew it was too late as I felt his death grip latch onto me as he roughly slammed me into a bookshelf against the wall. A searing pain spread through my back knowing a bruise was likely to appear there. He pushed his body flush against mine, which prevented me from moving even an inch. Terror and dread flooded my mind at the thought of not being able to escape Shane's disgusting intentions. My breathing and heart rate intensified as I succumbed to the overwhelming fear in my mind.

"You fucking bitch. You cost me my fun with Lori." He whispered into my ear with a sickly smirk on his face, the alcohol in his breath becoming evident.

"Sh-Shane it was wrong! This...this is wrong. I-I'm sorry.." I whimpered not knowing how to make the situation any better. The anger in Shane's eyes intensified and he slammed his fist against the wall right next to my head making me cry out in fear as tears slipped down my face. I wished the ground would have just swallowed me whole so this horrible ordeal would be over.

"Sorry isn't good enough missy." He growled at me, "you're gonna have to make it up to me ya know that? I guess I'll have my fun with you instead eh?" My eyes widened in horror as his hands started to roam over my trembling body.

"Shane please.. D-Don't do this..I'm begging you.." I stuttered out, frozen with fear. His hands started to move further down my body as I started to cry even harder, not being able to control the sobs racking through me. Just as Shane's hands slipped under my night shirt, I heard the voice of the man I had been praying would come and find me.

"You best get the fuck off of her right now." The deep voice confidently ordered which I instantly recognised as Daryl's. Shane slowly turned his head towards him as he removed his hands from under my shirt. I silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why should I? She's not yours is she?" Shane sarcastically questioned with an evil glint in his eyes. Daryl's anger grew with every second as the knuckles on his balled fists became white.

"Nah she ain't mine, but it doesn't mean what you're doing is right you scumbag, now get the fuck away from her, otherwise I don't think officer grimes is gonna be too pleased to hear about this.." Daryl threatened slowly stepping towards Shane and I. A flash of worry came across Shane's features and he suddenly stood back from me and stormed out of the room. As he did this, I slid down the wall into a crumpled heap on the floor, crying hysterically into my arms that were resting on my raised knees. I was relieved but still had panic running through me. I was disgusted and could still feel Shane's hands all over me. My heart and head were racing and I thought I was going to throw up. My body was shaking from head to toe and I couldn't find the strength in my lungs to breathe properly. I felt somebody sit down beside me and softly place a hand on my shoulder. Panicking, I flinched and tried to crawl away from the person thinking that they were intent on hurting me. They tried to hold on to me to stop me from escaping. The person wasn't rough, they were gentle as if to protect me.

"Hey! Sask! Come here, it's okay now. I'm not gonna hurt ya." The man's voice soothed. I looked up and saw Daryl's caring blue eyes staring straight back at me. I knew I was safe.

I burst into more tears and Daryl pulled me into a tight secure hug, letting me cry into his hardened chest. "Shhh it's alright. He ain't gonna come near ya Sask." he gently said to me, trying to calm me down. I was still panicking though and it wasn't going away.

"Daryl I can't breathe! What do I do! I'm so
s-scared. Please help me, please. Don't leave me. I'm scared. I need you." I stuttered out in between sobs.

"Shh calm down. Deep breaths Sask, deep breaths. You can do it" he lifted my head up so he could look into my eyes. "I'm right here. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you. I'm not going anywhere." He reassured me. I focused on my breathing whilst looking back at Daryl.

Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.

I tried to focus on Daryl but images of Shane kept swirling in my head. As if Daryl sensed this he spoke, "Stay with me Sask, don't let him get to you." I nodded and continued to calm slightly. "Let's get you back to the room, I got you" he said as he held my hands and helped me get up from the floor. I tried to take a step but my legs still felt like jelly from fear so both of my knees buckled. Before I could land on the floor again, Daryl scooped me up and held me bridal style, keeping me close to his warm chest. My vision started to blur as he walked with me in his arms. I felt mentally and physically drained after the ordeal as my heavy eyelids sealed themselves shut, blocking out all the pain and torment I had just experienced.