Finding Uncle Daryl

Chapter 2

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

I cover my ears from my fathers hurtful words he shouts at my mother downstairs. My father has come to pick me up but my mom won't let him take me, so they started to argue.

"NO, STAY AWAY FROM HER!" my mom yells.

My dad bursts into my room grabbing my arm painfully.

"This is MY daughter" he growled.

"STOP YOU'RE HURTING ME!!" I scream.

My dads slaps hurt more than the ones I get at school. I begin to cry as I try to pull away from him.

"You are WORTHLESS!" He screams into my ear.

My mom pries him off of me and she gets punched in the face, hard.

"Mom....." I gasp through tears.

"You see that? That's what happens when you are a disobedient bitch" My dad told me dragging my mother downstairs.

I cry in the corner of my room, this happens every time my dad comes over. He abuses us and leaves, but my mom gets it ten times worse.

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I wake up when two gunshots go off. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and I go under my bed, I know I'm dumb for that but that was the closest place to hide. I close my eyes, since my Uncle Daryl once told me my eyes are so bright, they shine in the dark, and I believed him. But now that I think about it..... that's kinda...dumb..and he was........joking.

"Jasmine.." My neighbors creepy voice echoed through my room.

I watch feet move around.

"Sweetie come out" he sings.

Someone is in my room! I am dragged out from under my bed and I scream kicking at him.

"Leave me alone, HELP!!!" I scream.

He holds my neck firmly pressing his other hand on my mouth.

"Shhhhh hush, be quiet. It'll be over soon." He whispers in my ear, holding the gun to my head.

His breath was hot on my ear, it almost burned. My screams are muffled by his hand as I pray for someone to help me, my dad could help me and I'd be happy. But I wish Uncle Daryl was here, he always protected me, cared for me, bought me nice things, gave me lessons with wepons, he was like a father to me, way more than what my dad ever was.

"Getcha hands of ma niece" Uncle Daryl's voice roared.

The man was thrown across the room and beaten until I couldn't recognize him. Uncle Daryl held me in his arms as I cried.

"Come on baby girl, you're a Dixon. And Dixon's don't cry, we gotta go baby, we gotta go" he soothed rocking me back and forth.

I sniff my snot, and wipe my tears, standing up.

"What's happening?" I ask.

"A virus is spreadin' I had to drive ma motorcycle down here as soon as I could. It's a good thing I left when I did, cause' every body in Georgia is leavin' now. But we gotta go back, New York ain't safe. There's too many people" Uncle Daryl said.

I look down.

"What about m-mom?" I ask.

"I-I'm sorry baby girl" He stuttered, hugging me.

"So I'm alone?" I sniff.

"Ya got me, I'll always be here for ya. It's the two of us, no one else. Baby girl and Uncle Daryl" He whispered stroking my hair.

"I'm not a baby, Uncle Daryl" I mumble into his jacket.

"You'll always be my baby, you want me to sing a song for ya?" He asked smiling

"No" I begged.

"Yes? Okay. My baby girl Jasmine, she's my world, my baby, baby, baby girl-" Uncle Daryl sang horribly.

"You win Uncle Daryl, please, just never sing again" I giggle slapping his shoulder.

"Alright now, I love ya kid" He chuckles slinging his arm over me.