Holding on (The walking dead/Daryl fanfiction)

Chapter 45

When we got back, Daryl wasn't back neither was Aaron, so I told Rick all about it since he wanted to know

I wanted to murder Nicholas

"Damnit Rick, who else are we going to loose" I said Rick sighed, there was no answer

I sighed then got up to go get cleaned up, I reached the house me and Daryl shared, of course the people of Alexandria suggested I had my father share the house since we are "family".

I don't have my family anymore, my family is my group now.

I got inside the house and went to my room to find clothes, I grabbed whatever then walked to the bathroom,
I got in the bathroom, then closed my eyes, Noah's eyes stared back.

"Don't let go" Noah's voice echoed in my head, I opened my eyes then stared at the mirror, I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turned white. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Yeah" I said

No answer, I furrowed my eyebrows then I bit my lip, I hope it isn't my dad.

"Who is it" i said, no answer I sighed then opened the door, it was someone I didn't want to see, Pete, Jessie's husband. The guy who helped hurt me with my dad, I tried to slap the door but he put he pushed it open causing me to fall to the floor, I grabbed my knife as I got up.

"Get the hell outta here!" I yelled,

He laughed then took out a gun

"Give me your knife, or I'll shoot" he said while turning the safety off, I bit my lip while handing it to him, he snatched it away from me then, grabbed me by my shirt.

His breath smelt like he had been drinking, I tried to pull away

"Don't even try darling" he spat "do you want me to bring your father"

I kept my mouth shut

"Hey Greg!, can I do your slut" he yelled

"I ain't his slut, and I ain't his daughter, now let go of me!" I yelled

He slapped my face, I then punched him, I made him fall back since he wasn't expecting it, pushed him to the ground then ran out of the bathroom

"You little bitch!" He yelled, I was looking behind me while running when I ran into someone I looked up and it was Greg, my dad.

He had a smile on his face

"Trying to get away huh?" He said, Pete caught up and was holding his nose which was bleeding, he then pushed me to the floor and dragged me by my feet, I grabbed anything that was in my reach, glass was breaking as I grabbed a coffee table which caused the vases to break, some glass got in my back from him dragging me over the glass on purpose, I yelped out in pain, he finally dragged me to my bed.

"I'm gonna beat the living hell outta you!" He said then punched me,

I smiled and spat out blood "is that all you got"

He repeatedly punched me and kicked me, I heard someone walk past my window

"Help!!, Rick!" I yelled out anyone's name, he most likely would hear. Pete put his hand over my mouth.

"Jamie?" I heard Rick say, I heard him open the front door

"Now look what you did" Pete said

"Jamie?!" Rick was yelling, I tried yelling through Petes hand, he then grabbed my neck and squeezed tight, I tried to get air but he had a grip on me, I squirmed and tried prying his hand off but I couldn't, I heard the door burst open and there Rick is with gods gun in his hand.

"Pete get off of her" he said but Pete just ignored Rick, Rick tackled Pete off of me, I pulled myself away and gasped for air, I coughed and spit out blood.

Rick knocked Pete out

He came over to me

"Jamie, are you ok" he asked

"I'm fine" I said in a raspy voice from being choked

"No your not, your bleeding, let's get you cleaned up"

He was going to carry me but I resisted, he took me to carol since Pete was the doctor, she knew a thing or two since Hershel taught her.

"Carol" Rick said while knocking on her door, she opened the door and saw me

"What happened?!" She asked

"Pete is what happened"