Dangerously In Love (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 11

Later that night, Daryl and I sat in the recreational room along with the rest of the gang. Sophia and Carl had already been put to bed so we were just drinking our problems away and enjoying the safety and comfort of the CDC. We wanted a stress free night. Andrea kept her eyes trained on me and I glared profusely at her. She didn't trust me but I could care less.

"Let's watch a movie," Lori suggested and I nodded in agreement. It's been a while since I've watched some television. They passed around a couple of movies but I had already locked eyes with 'Finding Nemo'. I reached for it but Daryl's hand pulled me back.

"Don't even think 'bout it, darlin'."

I sighed and sat back pouting. He chuckled and leaned in, pecking me on the lips. He was drunk! He had to be if he was openly kissing me like this. I kissed back happily and giggled, my face turning pink. Some of us walked around the room looking for a movie to watch while Glenn and T-Dog set the DVD player up. Soon Andrea walked over to us with a smirk on her face. 

"I found Dr. Jenner's patient forums and inside I found an interesting DVD we could watch." She looked at me when she said this and I felt uneasy. "Play this," she handed the disk to Glenn and we sat down as the screen turned on and the video began to play.

'The Death of Benjamin Greene' flashed onto the screen and I froze. How did she get this? Why did Dr. Jenner have this? The group looked over at me confused and I avoided Daryl's eyes as a master bedroom appeared on the screen. I went to leave but my father's voice stopped me.

"My name is Benjamin Greene. Most of you know me as Ben. Well, I guess I should start saying knew." He chuckled lightly and my heart clenched. "This here is my will. I leave absolutely everything to daughter Amber and to my son Spencer. They are the only heirs and after my death, they shall inherit my millions."

"Take it off," I begged and Daryl went to get up when a knock sounded on the video.

"Dad!" Behind the glass door stood a girl. She was blonde with blue eye and round glasses. The girl appeared to be eighteen. She looked scared.

"Is that you, Amber?" I heard Carol ask in shock and I nodded, tears spilling down my face. My father turned in the video and cursed under his breath.

"Amber sweetheart, daddy's very busy. Aren't you suppose to be in school?"

"I don't want to go, Dad." The younger version of me was sobbing heavily as her eyes took in the rope in the middle of the room. I wasn't the brightest brayon in the box but I knew a suicide attempt when I saw one. I closed my eyes reliving it. "What are you doing? Why the hell is  my mother putting her clothes in a suitcase. She's leaving. Why is leaving us? I know she never loved us but-"

"I love you Amber, never forget that." He cut her off and looked at the corner of the room and nodded. I knew why. He was talking to his subconscious. The same thing I have except his was visible. The younger Amber began crying as my father stepped onto a wooden chair and secured a rope around his neck. He glanced back at me and smiled. "I'm sorry you had to see this but I can't wait any longer."

"No! Daddy please stop! I love you! SPENCER!!! HELP ME!" I yelled through the glass door and began pounding on it. "What the fuck Dad! I swear to fucking god if you kill yourself, I'll die too! I'll-I'll...SPENCER goddammit! Where the fuck are you?? Daddy please stop it. I'm begging you! You're all we have. Dad, no-daddy-" But it was too late, my father had already kicked the chair off and was dangling in the air, his body convulsing.