Light at the End of the Tunnel {Bethyl Fanfic}

Chapter 28

Chapter 28
Her POV

My min' is far from easy when I finally fall asleep. Barely even noticin' the person layin' next ta me. I'm not sure if he fell asleep before I did, eventually I calm down enough to fall asleep holdin' his hand.

I wake up to the feelin' of drownin'. My chest is heavy an' I can't breathe right, like somethin' is bein' pressed on my lungs. I jolt my eyes open and panic at the body layin' across me. Then I get a good look at the culprit. Daryl has his right shoulder an' arm draped across my chest an' his head is restin' on my stomach. I'm a lil' taken back at the sight. Then, I remember somethin' from last night, he held my hand tight, an' kissed me, an' made me feel safe. He didn' take it back either, he wasn't mad at me fer somethin' I didn't even know I did. He was Daryl. The man I told him to stay.

I let out a sigh at the thought. All of a sudden, Daryl jolts awake just like I did an' takes a moment to look at his surroundin's and turns to look at me.

"Oh, yer awake?" He asks a lil' unsure.

"Yea, I just woke up. Sorry if I woke you up too." I say apologetically.

He nods in forgiveness an' sits up silently. He runs his hand through his hair, an' then gets up. I watch his every movement afraid I'll miss somethin' his beautiful body does.

I get so lost in him, I don' even realize that he got up and started walkin' toward the door. When it finally hits me, he's already outta the door way an' halfway down the hallway. Not a work was spoken durin' this action, like nobody was even here.

I flip over aggravated an' smack my face into the pillow an' start screamin' into it. One minute he's all close an' kissin' me, an' the next its like I'm not here.

This continues for about another minute 'til I'm interupted. "Should I come back later?" A gruff voice asks me. I flip over to see Daryl standin' in the doorway smirkin'.

"I thought you left?" I asked confused. "Yeah I did, to take a piss." He nods an' walks back into the room layin' next to me on the bed again.

I turn to face him, an' he turns to face me. Not a word is said, its peaceful enough bein' here together. Well for me at least, I don' know about him.

"Daryl." I whisper now realizin' that his eyes are closed.

"Hmm." He grunts quietly.

"What are we doin' here?" I ask hesitantly.

"What'dya mean? Like here at this place or here in this bed?" He opens his eyes confused.

"Well kinda, but here in this... relationship? If thats what you call whatever" I motion back an' forth between us with my hand. "This is."

He sighs an' I hope its fer somethin' good. "I don' know Bethy, I've never really felt this way before. 'Bout anyone. I'm not sure what to do." He shrugs slightly.

"Well if it helps, I'm a lil' confused myself." I giggle a bit an' he smiles.

"This is exactly how I know that theres somethin' here.." He states an I tilt my head in confusion. "That laugh that you just did, made my heart come beatin' outta my chest." He whispers and moves closer to me. I smile an' rest my head on his arm.

"I'm just so confused though Beth." He sighs. "Fer someone as sweet as you to like a shitty guy who was raised in a shitty house an' grew up with a shitty brother, an' an even shittier father." He looks away from me.

I shake his arm. "You are not a shitty person, the rest migh' be true, but you are a great person. Do you not remember what I once said to you... 'You gotta stay who you are, not who you were'." I smile slightly at him.