Crazy in love

Chapter 4

Rosita's wedding was beautiful.  It was a fairytale come to life.  A glowing room full of twinkle lights and flowers.   Beth put on a brave face even though her heart was breaking.  She hung up on Daryl about for times and when he showed up at her door to take her to Rosita's wedding she slammed the door in his face.

But what was she supposed to do?  Was she supposed to forget what her father said?  Forget that she was probably one of the many women that Daryl was seeing?  Allow him to use her so she's not alone? 

Beth had stopped at a bar on her way home.  It was probably not the best decision but she figured she'd call a cab if she drank too much. 

The bar was surprisingly not very crowded for a Saturday night.  She sat down on one of the bar stools and after she ordered her vodka martini she had ordered about for more and downed them quickly.  For what she had seen was her mother all over Shane like she was a second skin. 

She wished she went into any bar other than that one.  She wished she had been anywhere but there.  And then she had seen something that made her feel like a stab to the heart;  Daryl.  Daryl Dixon sitting on a bar stool looking like someone had broken his heart.

This did not look like what her dad had described.  It didn't look like he was trying to pick up some girl for a quickie.  He looked like he had lost the only girl he really wanted.  Beth decided right then and there Daryl would never lose her again.

"You wanna get outta here?" Beth whispered to him.

Daryl looked at her both in shock and awe.  And slowly a genuine smile spread across his lips. 

"Yeah," Daryl replied in his normal deep voice.

"I'm sorry," Beth told him.  "For not hearing you out."

"I'm sorry too," Daryl told her.  "I haven't been with any other women the whole time we've been together but I should have told you about my past."

Just as they were starting to walk away from the bar, Beth heard Lori say, "Bethany Anne Grimes, don't you even think of leavin' this bar with that white trash redneck!"

Beth's head whipped around so fast Daryl wondered if he should take her to the ER after they leave to have her checked for whiplash.

"Mom, you are the last person who should be saying anythin' about anyone!  Daryl is a great man!  And you are nothin' but a small town whore!  I mean, who fucks their husband's best friend?!" Beth shouted.

"You take that back you little bitch!" Shane shouted.

"You ever talk to my woman like that again and I'll knock yer fuckin' teeth down yer fuckin' throat!" Daryl shouted.

"Daryl, baby, let's go," Beth urged.  Beth just wanted to get away from there.

"Ok, let's get outta here," Daryl said, grasping her hand in his and leading her outside.

A part of Beth wondered if there would ever be a chance for her parents to reconcile and maybe even get back together.  That encounter not only dashed that hope but probably also destroyed any chance of her having her mother in her life.  Beth didn't regret what she said.  How can she regret the truth?  

Yes, Beth wasn't sobbing in Daryl's truck because of what she said.  She was sobbing because it felt like  she lost her mother.  And it felt that way because she had.  It felt like woman who had tucked her in at night, kissed her boo-boos and played Barbies with her for hours on end had died and in her place was a cold woman who threw her family away for her own selfish reasons.