Something Missing [Daryl Dixon Love Story]

Chapter Fourteen

AN: Hiya guys! here's 1/2 updates I owe you! The other will hopefully be written and posted later today or tomorrow! sorry about that my schedule was messed up the past few weekends for holiday but from now I'm trying to get back on track! Thanks for sticking with me! Also, I wanted to thank you guys for the 1.1 k reads! I'll be quite for a little while now.. enjoy! I have to tell you more afterwards!

~TWT

Chapter Fourteen

As far as I understood I was still unconscious but I could hear what was going on around me.

"Thank you," that was Dakota's voice. "For letting us stay here until she wakes up."

I heard someone moving. "No need to thank me. You're a kid and she isn't the most stable of people the way I saw it. You're just lucky I came when I did. Daryl is an asshole at times and he probably would've shot her." This voice was unfamiliar, an older, wiser voice of a female.

"She isn't unstable..." Dakota said quietly. "Something really bad happened to her a few years ago and it gave her post traumatic stress... You know, the kind of thing that usually happens to soldiers after war?"

"Yes, I know the sort. What was it that happened to her?" The woman pried.

Dakota was silent for a long moment. "I don't know, but whatever it is...it's what she fears the most. I think it's someone...she always says 'he' when she has her..." She was struggling for a word. "Episodes."

It was Hank. That much I could put together. She was talking about him. It was true that it was him that I always saw, but for me it was real. As for being afraid...I was but I was afraid for the wrong reasons. I wasn't afraid of what he was capable of doing if I saw him again, other than kill me there was nothing he hadn't done that could break me. I was afraid that when and if I saw him ever again that I wouldn't get the right revenge for Alex. Whatever I could do didn't seem like it was enough.

"I see. Do you think she is a danger to any of my group?" The woman asked.

"No, Emma is no more dangerous than the fluff ball at her feet. Isn't that right, Beck?" Dakota said.

I heard my little warrior whining and I only now noticed his weight on my legs. I started to notice other things as well. I was on a mattress. I could feel the worn springs underneath me. The quilt that rested on me was heavy and warm, it reminded me of the Amish quilt my parents had on their bed.

I could feel my head throbbing, had I hit it at some point? I groaned and opened my eyes. My companions were staring at me.

"Emma!" Dakota said a little to loudly.

"Where are we?" I asked as I looked around. It looked like I was in someone's tent. There were clothes piled up in the corner and a duffle bag in the other corner.

"You're at our camp." The older female voice spoke. I looked directly at her. She wore her long black hair in a braid that reached her waist. Her blue eyes were piercing, almost as if she found me suspicious. "My name is Ruth. I'm practically the mother in this group. I take care of whatever animals Daryl happens to catch for food."

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"That's simple. You had some sort of panic attack while trying attack one of ours. After that you passed out."

It all started to come back to me. "Dakota, where are they? Where are the guys that attacked us?"

"They are outside. They helped me bring you and Beck here."

I turned on Dakota, "they HELPED!? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well I explained that we were just like them. That we were out looking for food. I tried to carry you myself but I'm not strong enough. He, the older man, he took you out of my arms and carried you here. I tried to tell them you wouldn't like it here but they wouldn't listen."