Daryl's Broken Wings

Chapter 19:

Pissed.

SO FUCKING PISSED!

Wheeling back amd forth across the living room, Daryl is so mad he can feel needle like sensations in his upper thighs. It erks him that Beth has moved on so quickly after everything. What makes him feel worse is that the guy picked up Beth's phone.

Tara just sits patiently on the couch and watches Daryl fume in his chair as he scuffs up a four foot radius on her floor. She doesn't know why he's mad, just that he didn't talk to Beth. She lets him continue to progress his angwr until he wares himself out after a good two hours and a thousand scratches on her floor later.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No! I wanna go over there and punch that BLACK FUCKER IN THE FACE!"

"Woah! No racism in my house Sir!"

"What! LUCKY I DIDN'T CALL HIM A NIGGER!" His face is beat red and Tara smacks him hard across the face causing him- not to redden- but to become pale as he realizes he's out of line.

"YOU WILL NOT USE THAT LANGUAGE IN MY HOUSE!" She yells loudly as she grips the collar of his flannel shirt. Daryl eases up his grip on his wheels and looks at his lap. "I don't care if a man of any race does you wrong. Black. White. Muslim. Or fucking Chinese! I don't give a rats ass what race or ethnicity, religion or what not someone is! You don't use racial slurs against society. Do you understand!"

"Ye...yes. Yes. Ma'am." Daryl is pale in the face and swallows hard as Tara fumes - her cheeks reddening and eyebrows tightly knit.

"Now. What happened."

"A man, or the African American varity, picked up Beth's phone and told me they were going to have sex."

"What's so wrong about that- ya racist."

"I'm not racist- just irritated that that...man, is sleeping with Beth- who apparently moved on like it was nothing."

"What I'm hering is plain jealousy. Build a bridge and get over it."

"NO!"

"Why!"

"Because."

"Because WHY Daryl?! Why are you getting so fucking upset over some broad that is obviously over you? She's moved on! So should you! Instead of wasting yer life pining over someone who wasn't meant to be!"

"BECAUSE I STILL LOVE HER!! She was MY everything! And I fucked up. This guy doesn't get to storm in and take her away with my baby!"

"Oh grow the fuck up Daryl! You can't just claim people because you think you're entitled to them. Obviously you two had differences that were never going to be worked out. You can't just expect her to change when you won't."

"I did change!" He rolls up to her, backing Tara onto the couch. "I lost the feeling in my fucking legs cause I was drunk and calling her to tell her I loved her and crashed my fucking truck. I can't feel anything other than a knot in my spine that will never get out! I'll never have another kid. Never dance with the woman I love! I'm broken without repair- but my love for her and my baby girl will never be broken! Never be shattered or taken away from me! I'll die before I give them up to some fucking man off the street!" His words and volume scare her to no end. Huffing a deep breath, Daryl turns his chair away from her, rolls to the door, opens it, and leaves down the sidewalk to the drive way.

He wasn't lying down without a fight. He may have lost his ability to walk, but he won't lose his ability to love Beth.

"What's the plan." Tara asks from the doorway.

"I'm getting her back- over my dead body."