Defiant - (The walking dead / Daryl Dixon fanfic)

Days gone by

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  OCTAVIA BLAKE
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ISABELLA BLAKE

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    Living with an abusive father wasn't an ideal life, but when everyday of your life is sucked from your grasp, you tend to get used to it. I know, what a sucky thing to say. That you're so used to being beaten everyday, that it seems to be a part of your routine.

    Today felt different though.

    I moved my head to the beat of a Guns N' Roses song as i drove my 1967 Chevy impala down an open road. The windows were down and my dark brown was flying everywhere, but i didn't care. For once i was happy. My happiness didn't last long, however.

    I furrowed my eyebrows as my song suddenly turned off.

    "C'mon, work dammit" I said to my radio, as i randomly hit buttons. Taking my eyes of the road was a mistake though. When i glanced back up, the open road free of cars was filled with what seemed to be a fallen Transfer Truck. I quickly swerved, missing the truck by only a few feet. Before i could muster what was happening, my car had already hit a tree.

    My head slammed against the steering wheel and ringing shot in my ears. I reached up to touch the tender spot, only to feel a warm gooey substance.

    "Just great" I mumbled while wiping my blood on my pants. I opened my car door and got out, ignoring the pounding in my head.

    " Woah honey, sit down. I just called an ambulance, they're on their way." A petite woman said as she walked towards me. I looked at her confused as she began to talk some more. The woman's mouth was moving, but i couldn't hear anything she was saying. Everything sounded so muffled and distant.

    I leaned against my car and winced. The ringing in my ear increased and dizziness started to overwhelm me. I knew i wouldn't be conscious for long, so i sat down and leaned against my car. I was so tired. Tired of everything around me, so I let the darkness consume me.

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    "You're a nobody. Just like your mother was. That's why she left you" He said bringing his fist down to my face once more. Tears streamed down my face as i looked at my father. He wasn't my father anymore, he was a monster.

    "Stop. Please, just stop." I begged him. Instead of showing me any mercy, he just laughed in my face. My older brother screamed outside of the locked room I was in. He pounded against the door, trying to get me out of my dads grasp, but it was no use. His tiny 11 year old figure was no where near strong enough to knock down the bolt locked door.

    "Oh darling, you know i'm only getting started" he said, ignoring my brother. My lips quivered as he walked over to a dresser and grabbed my hunting knife that my grandpa gave me. I looked at the blade with fear as he stepped closer to my small figure. "Pull your sleeve up." He yelled. I obeyed and lifted my sleeve up, to avoid any more beatings.