Daryl's Girl

Chapter 42

Without a word, Andrea took me inside the RV and shut the door behind us. She almost looked scared as she peered through the window. Was it to check to see if we were followed? Or did she want us to be alone and have no one around to hear us? All of it making me question whether what she had to say was important or not.

"About Beth." She began. I knew what she was hinting at.

"You don't need to apologize. I get it." As much as I didn't agree with her methods or condoned what she'd done, she was right about one thing. Leaving her alone had allowed Beth to come to her own decision and she wanted to live. 

Andrea nodded and I saw her partly relax in my presence, although, I don't think all this secrecy was just to apologize.

"So what's going on?"

"It's Shane." She continued, going straight into it. "He's losing it. He's becoming a problem."

"What do you mean?" I asked. When it came to Shane, there was no knowing what else he was capable of doing. It could be anything. I don't think problem is the word I'd use though.

"He wants Randall dead." She replied. Really? Was this it? Was this all she wanted to say?

I rolled my eyes and turned towards the door. "Andrea we already know-" That was when she grabbed my arm and spun me back around to face her, cutting me off before I could leave.

"That's just the start."

I looked at her confused. Randall was information I already knew and probably knew more about than she did. I knew how dangerous he was. Knew what happened with Otis. What he might've done to Daryl. Everyone saw what he did to the barn. I don't think there's anything Andrea could tell me that I wasn't already aware of.

"Shane loves you. He loves Lori, he loves Carl and he loves the baby." Again, information I already knew. "Dale asked me to keep an eye on the barn and when Shane came down..."

"What is it?" I snapped. I was getting impatient and she seemed to be trying to sugar coat what she had to say. "Andrea, stop being dramatic and spit it out! We all know Shane wants Randall dead. It's no secret, so what's going on?"

"He told me...he told me he would do anything to get what he wants. Even if that involves locking Daryl and Rick up and taking their guns...If it meant killing them. Killing Randall." She stopped, taking a breath. "If Rick finds out, he'll kill him. Daryl too. So I think it's better we keep this to ourselves. I just thought you should know."

"He actually told you this?" I asked as I processed what she'd just said. The anger beginning to bubble inside me.

"Yeah." She replied. "He meant it too."

I stood silently still taking in what she'd said. Shane wanted Daryl dead just to get me. He wanted Rick dead to get to Lori, Carl and the baby...Over my dead body...That was never going to happen. Not on my watch. Not on anyone's. Sooner or later he'll slip, just like he did with the barn and let his guard down. When it comes to him, I'll do what I have to do.

"Thank you. For telling me" I thanked her and Andrea nodded before the both of us headed back out of the RV.

Once out I looked around and spotted Shane talking to Dale. Dale was probably trying to change his mind about Randall, but we all know that's not going to happen. Especially with Shane. Though I still couldn't take in what Andrea had said. Was she lying? We don't particularly like each other, but why would she make up a story like that? It was so out of the blue, but then again this was Shane. He'd made threats before, so why would now be any different? 

Just thinking about it was making my head spin and I somehow got it into my mind that I needed to talk to Randall, on my own, without anyone knowing about it.

I looked around, making sure no one was watching, before I made my way over to the barn and, luckily, no one was around to see me slip inside. If I'm going to help Dale plead his case where we keep him alive, then I need as much information as I can get. That and anything I can use to work against Shane.

As I closed the door I turned to face Randall. His face was beaten and bruised and his hands where chained to the wall using Rick's handcuffs. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me, terrified, like he was waiting for me to be the next person to hit him.

"Look, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? I just need you to tell me a few things." I told him softly. Randall nodded. "I'm trying to help you. But in order for me to do that you need to help me."

"Wha...what are...they gonna do to me?" He stuttered.

"That's down to you and what you tell me now." I answered. I didn't want to scare him any more than he was already by revealing where his fate currently lay.

I was just about to sit down on the stool opposite him when, all of a sudden, the barn doors swung open and Shane came barging in. "Get out! I saw you walk in here. Are you stupid." He yelled and grabbed my arm. He then yanked me from the stool and turned to face Randall, who'd backed up against the wall, and without a seconds thought swung his fist at his face. Randall crying out as it made contact.

"Shane stop!" I yelled and struggled with him as he held my arm. His fingers digging into my skin as he forced me out of the barn. Slamming the doors shut behind us and locking them. "Shane get off me!" I yelled again, still struggling to get my arm free from his grasp. He wasn't budging. Even when he paraded me through the camp, his grip didn't loosen. "Shane!" This time, I tried kicking my legs, but he still didn't let go. All I could do was struggle to get free, yelling and kicking at him as he held me. Where was he taking me?

He finally let go as he stopped in the field just behind the camp, pushing me down. I'm surprised no one heard me yelling. But as he let go, I jumped back to my feet and swung my arm in attempt to punch him. Unfortunately, he was able to grab my hand before it could make contact. "What the hell were you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He yelled throwing my arm down away from his face.

"I wanted to talk to him. Not that it's any of your business. You don't own me. What I do is none of your concern." I snapped and turned around to start walking back to the barn.

Before I could even take a step, Shane grabbed me from behind and dragged me to the ground. "Shane get off me!" I screamed kicking my legs.

"I will do anything to keep this group safe. Keep you safe. Even if that means getting Dixon out the way. There's nothing you, or anyone else can do or say to change that. Or you'll be sorry. Got it?" He threatened.

"You're not gonna do anything! You won't!" I snapped back. "You're not going to lay a finger on anyone in this group or I'll kill you-"

Shane obviously didn't like what I'd said because with one swing, his hand hit my face with full force. I tried struggling as he went to hit me again, but I still couldn't move. He had me pinned to the ground. "I told you, you'd be sorry." He whispered. His face close to my ear.

He finally let go and I sprung to my feet. "We better get to that meeting then." He chuckled to himself.

"I'm not gonna let you do this. He's a kid. He doesn't deserve this." I spat.

"Everything I do is to protect you and everyone else." He snarled back.

"No, it's not! Is what you've just done protecting me? Protecting everyone else? Because from where I stand it's not! The only person you care about is yourself, Shane. To hell with everyone else and they all know it!"

"Do they?" He chuckled.

I didn't answer. We both just eyed each other waiting for the other to make a move. Neither of us did. "Shane! Lily! Come on!" Tdog yelled from the porch.

"After you." Shane gestured.

I stood for a moment longer before making my way towards the house leaving Shane behind me. "Go to hell!"

As my adrenaline wore off, my cheek began to sting and had a tingling felling to it. I have to say, he definitely got me sharp, but I wasn't going to let him get away with this. The conversation I'd had with Briana about killing didn't matter when it came to him. If he lays one more finger on me, or anyone else in this group for that matter, I won't hesitate. I'll kill him.