terrible things (a Daryl Dixon love story) [Daryl Dixon fan-fic]

Chapter 3

“HEY! Baby bruda get the damn door! I’m busy!” someone who I think was Merle shouted.

“Yea, yer busy sitting on your fat, lazy ass!”

“Just get the door”

“Fine!”

Umm… okay, maybe I should just leave, this was a terrible idea. I turned around and the door opened. But I didn’t turn back to the door.

“hey girl? Did ye knock on our door?”

I turned around. “umm… yes?” shit, why did that sound like a question.

I heard him grunt, “well ye either did or ye didn’t.”

“You don’t remember me do you?”

“I might…”

“Silly to think you’d remember me, right?”

“well I remember ye but I don’t”

]’/“Alright, well, who do you think I am?”

“Well, I don’t know”

“Agh, Dare… I was so fucking stupid..”

“Wait, Dare? Katy is that you?”

“Yip” I popped the p.

“I missed ye”

“I missed you too”

“Why are you here?”

“To talk to you”

“Why?”

“Because… it doesn’t matter. May I come inside?”

He stepped to the side to let me in. “Thanks.” I went to the lounge and sat down.

“Well now, hey girlie. You’re a pretty young thang, see you’ve come ta see if ole Merle can please you”

“Shut up Merle” Daryl growled.

“No Merle, I’m here for Daryl actually.”

Merle looked shocked and Daryl had his typical smirk, glad to see he never lost it.

“Is this the girlie that you’ve liked forever Darylina?” he winked at Daryl.

I turned to Daryl to see his cheeks go a bright red. “Shut up Merle” he growled again.

“IT IS!!” Merle then roared with laughter. I just hid behind my hair inspecting the tips, I’m so going to dye the tips blue. How awesome would that look? I think it would look beyond amazeballz! I mean-

“Katy?”

“hmm?” smooth Katy! That was sarcasm.

“Why don’t ye take your glasses off?”

“Ohh…” think Katy, think! “I’m too lazy?” well done Kate! Making it sound like a question.

“Funny Kate. Take ‘em off” Daryl said in a monotone and Merle was just lying there watching the tv.

“Fine” I grumbled. I looked down straight away when the glasses came off and didn’t make eye contact with anyone.

“come on? Ye ain’t gonna look at me now?”

“I’m looking at you Dare. Just you can’t see it”

He grunted and went to the kitchen.

“So girlie? Do ya like my bruda?”

“Yea, I’ve liked him ever since we kissed eight years ago.”

“He’s the same” he then lay down on the couch leaving Daryl to take a seat next to me. I zoned out when I felt the couch lower on the other side. I looked to see the time, it’s two o’clock. And my session at the rink is at three. I’ll leave in thirty minutes then. No twenty, don’t want to be late. Okay leave in twenty minutes.

“Katy, please look at me.”

“I can’t Daryl. Sorry”

He sighed and I didn’t even think to stop myself but I turned to look at him and he was staring at me, I heard him take a sharp breathe.  Shit he definitely saw the bruise.

He moved his hand to my face but then hesitated and let his hand drop to the side. “Who did this to ye?”

“I tripped and fell into the door”

“Don’t bullshit me” He growled.

“It doesn’t matter”

“I’m gonna beat his ass”

“How did you know I was beat up?”

“Now I do”

“Shit… I have got to go”

“Where ya off to girlie?”

“I have practise at the ice rink”

“Oh yeah, that bi competition is there on Saturday. Darylina and I won tickets, front row. When we were at the poker tables.”

“See you guys there”

“Kate, here’s my cell number, call me if that asshole hits you again. Promise me”

“Kay, I promise” I took his number and drove to the rink.

***at the ice rink***

“Dis magnific, you are going to win” My French instructor, Claire, said.

“Awesome!” I squealed. “I really want to win this round!”

“Mademoiselle, you will win”

I beamed the brightest smile.

“Have you sorted your outfit out yet?”

“Yes I have. Do you want to see it?”

“Oui, of course!”

The costume was a blue colour with almost zebra like stripes at the top, I was also going to have black tights on and have black covers over my skates.