Something Missing [Daryl Dixon Love Story]

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

I've found that in times of weakness you begin to learn who you really are. You also see the true colors of others. I know I did.

It was Shirley who broke the silence a week after I got Alex killed. I'd finally accepted what happened. I left my small room and started to eat again.

That day my father persuaded me to come out and eat with the rest of them.

I agreed to do it, not because my fathers many requests to do so but because I owed it to Allie. I owed her the satisfaction of seeing me torn apart by my own decisions. That was no way repayment for the loss of her twin brother but it was all I had to give...beside my own life. What would the group gain from that though? It would just be another mess for them to deal with.

After considering the suicide that seemed inevitable I decided I'd spare them the trouble. I wasn't a person to make other people do things for me.

I walked into the small area we used as a dining room and sat in my usual chair. There were four other chairs. The only difference between now and then is the vacant chair next to my seat. Alex had always sat next to me.

When my eyes land on the chair and his final moments replay in my head. I don't hide my reaction when I grimace at my memory. I don't deserve to hide my guilt from them.

"Everything looks tasty." My dad says trying to defuse the tension in the room. It's a nice try but it's response makes it a futile remark.

Our meal is a can of tuna each. My father has always hated tuna so him saying it looked tasty was ironic to me.

The only sound in the room was chewing and the occasional scrape of the fork against the can. Until Shirley erupted.

"That's it! I can't fucking do this anymore, Greg! This bitch--"

"Hey! That's my daughter! You do not call my daughter a bitch."

"I'll call her whatever I want you stupid son of a bitch!" She yelled indignantly.

The look of hurt in my father's eyes caught me off guard but I now understood this new person my dad has been becoming. I don't know how involved their relationship was but I could tell it definitely wasn't what it used to be. They were together in whatever way you could be with someone after everyone else was dead. He found a replacement for my mother.

"I'm tired of sitting back and pretending all that shit in town wasn't her fault. I'm sick of her acting like the victim. They didn't kill her they killed Alex." She laughed. "I'm even more sick of you covering for her. She's alive right now isn't she?!"

Shirley's words cut through me like knives making me feel more and more to blame.

"Shirley she IS a victim. Those animals raped my girl." He said. His voice broke as if he himself had experienced what I had.

Her expression was furious. She nodded her head as she clenched her teeth together. "Okay, I understand. She's still a victim to you."

"Shirley." My fathers voice was quiet.

"No. I'm done. You know what? I'm leaving. I'm gonna take Allie with me. She's not safe with you and your selfish family."

"Shirl...please. Don't...don't go." My father pleaded.

They continued to speak but their voices lost their words and just became a hum in my ears. Instead of their voices my ears caught on to a click. The unmistakable click of a gun before it is ready to be shot.

Author's Note: Hiya sorry for not updating in a while. I've missed to updates! >_< SO to make it up to you guys this will be 1/3 updates I will give you today/tomorrow (I'm not sure when I'll finish typing and posting but it will be tomorrow for sure if not today!) I hope your enjoying and I'm sorry again for not updating. And as always, thank you for reading! :D

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