Grimes and Dixon

chapter 21: more and more walking

Sam's POV

rayne and Dan are gone. they should have been back by now, they said a few hours at the most. I'm so scared. my sister is my bestfriend. I can't loose her. and I'll probably never know what happened to her.

"Sam?" I heard behind me while I sobbed into my hands. I turned around and saw Enid standing in my doorway. I ran up to her and collapsed in her arms. she closed the door with her foot and hugged me tighter.

"what's the matter?" she asked. I cried more before answering.
"I'm scared" I sobbed "I'm so scared. what if rayne doesn't come back?" Enid pulled her head back and held my waist tightly and my fingers were interwoven at the base of her neck.
"she will be fine, I promise" she said and kissed me.

this was our little secret. one I couldn't tell anyone. although Denise and Tara are openly dating, I could never. Tara is the only person who knows. not even rayne knows that I like girls. I'm too scared to tell.

Enid pulled back and hugged me tighter. I held her too and cried into her shoulder.

"just go to bed and I'll see you tomorrow, I'm on watch tonight. if I see her and Dan, I'll come and get you" she said. I looked up at her, she was only a tiny bit taller than me.
"promise?" I asked her.
"promise" she said and kissed me one last time. "I love you"
"I love you too" I said.

•~•

dans POV

rayne was still sobbing, but who could blame her. the poor girl was raped, and she could possibly be pregnant. and the only one she deserves to be pregnant with is Carl. but life is a bitch. and you don't get your way.

I carried rayne into a house, far enough from the building we were taken to, and close enough to what direction I hope home was. I tried to put her down on the couch so she could get rest, put she only held onto me tighter.

"rayne, you're okay now. you're safe with me. I swear I will never let anything happen to you" I said. "I need to check the house. I'll be right back. I promise" I said she nodded and let go of me. she fell onto the couch and held herself tightly, she was shaking so badly. more than I did when I had panic and anxiety attacks as a teenager.  I quickly checked the house for walkers and found none. same with the amount of food. I sighed and went back into the living room. rayne was shaking and sobbing and rocking back and forward. I sat down next to her and she flinched and let out a painful sounding sob.

"it's only me, Dan" I said. she looked up. tears streamed down her bruised and bloody cheeks and I could only imagine what I looked like. nothing compared to her. her pain was so much more than mine. her eyes were red and raw and swollen. I held out my arms and she fell into them and cried into my teeshirt. rayne was like my little sister, I needed to protect her. I need to keep her safe. I needed to get her home.

in a short while, rayne cried herself to sleep. I still held her, I refused to let go.

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*one week past*

raynes POV

"we need to get home" I said to Dan. we've been on the road for a week. I've cried myself to sleep every night, for Carl, for Sam, my dad, the fact that I know I have a baby inside of me.
"I'm trying" Dan said. Dan never had a strong accent before, it was light, you couldn't really hear it unless you were paying attention. but ever since the thing, it's been more obvious than ever. and I often tease him for sounded like Winnie the Pooh. I pulled out a map from my backpack and laid it out on the road. I traced the path home with my fingers.

"we can make it by sundown if we walk, sooner if we can find a car" I said and looked up to Dan. who looked above me at an amazing height of 6'3. he's about a foot taller than me, I'm guessing I'm 5'1. he nodded. I folded up the map and put it in my back pocket.

•~•

walking. just walking. it's silent, but comfortable. I haven't talked much at all since the thing happened. I'm too scared that I might say something wrong. I held my knife tightly in my hand and the strap of my backpack in the other. my gun was in the holster, thumping against my thigh as I walked. I started at my black boots. I remember begging my dad for combat boots. he bought me the best ones. I promised I would take the best care of them and keep them clean. now the laces that were once red are burned at the ends and covered in dirt, the toes were covered in dirt and walker blood. the bottoms are caked with dried mud. they are trashed. I told my dad I was sorry for ruining expensive boots but he told me it was okay. the definitely got the hell beaten out of them and were not a waste. I smiled lightly and looked up. Dan looked back at the same time. we smiled at each other and I returned to looking at the boots.

more and more walking.