Bleeding Love | Daryl Dixon

Chapter Five.

Age 16:

I smirked up at myself in the bathroom mirror...my once platinum blonde hair was now a deep chocolate brown. I had stolen some dye from the local drugstore, along with several bottle of alcohol that I stashed in my purse. The clerk who worked the register was a guy who went to my high school, I knew he always had some sort of crush on me over the years, so I used my bright blue eyes and large chest to distract him like I did every time I needed something from the store. I used my body to my advantage, a thing most women would frown upon but frankly I never gave a shit. In my eyes I wasn't worth the affection men would give normal girls, I was broken on the inside out and no guy would want me.

I felt my blonde hair was too innocent for the woman I had grown into, and my new dark hair suited me a lot better in my eyes. I lined my bright blue eyes with some black eyeliner and several coats of mascara as I finished getting ready for school....one of the random days i decided to go....Daryl and I liked to skip a lot. We were juniors this year, and how we managed not to fail from lack of attendance was beyond me....We both pretty much stopped caring last year. Our dads didn't care what we did at school, and neither did we. 

"Get out of there girl, I gotta piss!" I heard my dad shout on the other side of the bathroom door, his hand  pounding hard on the door. "Calm down old man" I said bored as i slipped my feet into my black heeled boots. I ripped open the door just before my dad went to pound on the door once more. "You think that dark hair makes you look better it don't" My sneered before shoving me out of the way and slamming the door behind me. I just shook my head and grabbed my bag before running out of the front door. Today was considered a good day in my book, a day where my dad didn't let his anger get the best of him....I was glad, because i was running out of cover up.

I looked over to the Dixon's and saw Daryl leaning against his truck smoking a cigarette. I put my leather jacket over my black tank top before heading next door. "What the fuck did you do to your hair vannah?" Daryl asked with widened eyes as he took in my new look. "Needed a change" I said shrugging and grabbing the cigarette from his fingers a taking a deep inhale, closing my eyes. I felt a tug on the ends of my long hair, and peeked over to see Daryl observing a lock of hair he was twiddling between his fingertips. "This isn't going to make my job any easier you know, I already gotta keep the guys off of you" Daryl said slightly irritated as he stole back the cigarette. 

"You don't have to do that Dare, maybe I like the attention" I said smiling over at the guy who has been my best friend for over eight years. Daryl just shook his head before hopping in the driver side of the truck. At school it was no secret that I liked to sleep around, and loved the attention the guys gave me. I lost my virginity last year at a party we were at, and it was all down hill from there....I guess you could say I had self worth issues, a guy paid me any attention and I was like butter at his feet...except for Daryl of course. Daryl still was nothing more than my best friend....my only friend for that matter, girls didn't take kindly to me at school, maybe for the fact I slept with a lot of their boyfriends.

Daryl tried his hardest to keep guys away from me when they came crawling, he succeeded most of the time, but Daryl wasn't attached at my hip and the second he left the boys came calling. Daryl was no athlete, I don't think he ever played a game of football a day in his life, but he was nowhere near small. Daryl had learned to hunt from Merle when we were thirteen, and holding that heavy crossbow of his did his arms well. He was only about an inch taller than me, and I was quite tall...at 5'9, but often times I felt he towered over me. He had those muscles that nobody knew he had until his shirt was off. 

I rolled my eyes at Daryl before climbing in the passenger side of the truck. It was silent for a few before I snatched the pack of cigarettes out of the glove box and popped one into my mouth. Daryl I could see was chewing on his thumbnail, something he had done since we were kids, something he did when he was deep in thought. "What's wrong over there?" I asked turning so I could face him and plopping my feet up in the middle of the seat. Daryl looked down at me feet and up to my face before shaking his head and looking back to the road.