Dixons daughter

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"What do you mean TRUTH? I already know everything. He was a great man who died in a not so great way" I said worry in my voice. Time was running out.

"No baby. I'm sorry. " she said guilt in her voice. I laughed a nervous laugh but then I stopped when I realized there was nothing funny to laugh about.

She let out a slight sob. " your daddy's alive." She wailed out. Throwing her face in her hands.

"What mom I don't understand" I said clearly confused. She calmed down and took a few deep breaths before staring and starting to talk again.

"He never died. He was never dead. We had a big fight one night and I made him leave and I just figured he didn't care because he never came back. I was really hoping he would but he didn't." She sobbed out " that night he packed his bags and left. And how was I supposed to tell you that. You would have hated me. You were daddy's little girl how would you react to me being the reason he was gone. So I lied. I'm so sorry baby".

I sat there shocked. Not knowing what to say. It wasn't until my mother say up and wiped my face with her bloody hands did I realize I was crying. I sat there limp as she said " I love you baby. Remember that" before she closed her eyes.

"No mommy" I wailed as she didn't open her eyes and her shallow breathing stopped. "I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you. And of us. I love you" I said still sobbing but standing up. I went and got my shotgun before I leaned down and kissed her forehead one last time.

" I love you" I said as I pulled the trigger.

After hours of crying I finally came to my senses. I sat up and went into the yard pulling a shovel out of the shed and started digging a hole just big enough for a body. By the time I finished it was sundown. I dragged my mom into the yard and said a prayer before I went into the house. The now empty house.

I slowly wandered down to the basement to clean myself. After I washed off the blood, dirt, and sweat I sat down in the bathroom. I had pulled off my clothes long ago  since they were covered in walker and my mom.  My mom. I sat and let a tear roll down my cheek. 'No stop. Don't think about it' I scolded myself.

I sat there in my underwear and bra thinking. About what to do now. What mom said kept running through my head. My dads alive. I need to see him. I need to ask why he didn't come back for us. Why he didn't care enough.  I looked down at my body. There were bruises and cuts. The cuts were mostly fresh except the ones on my wrist.

You see at school I was bullied for having a dead dad and a mom who was never around. That was my only way out of it. The only reason my mom and I are close now is because of the walkers and the apocalypse. I leaned against the bathroom wall banging my head against it a couple times before letting out an aggravated moan.

I thought of all my options. None of them seemed reasonable except for one.

I was going to pack my things tonight.  The little I had. And tomorrow first thing. I am going to find my dad.

I ran up to my room and threw the last of my clothes and hygiene products into the duffel bag before putting food,medical supply and amo. After packing all my stuff I pulled out some maps from a closet in the living room. I had to figure out where dad would have gone.

It didn't take me long to figure that 'he went to stay with his brother. They were close to each other And if he's still in Georgia then obviously he would go to Atlanta where it's safe'I thought planning throughout my whole trip.

Atlanta seemed the safest bet. So when the sun rises I'll head there.

Please dad. Please be safe. Please remember me.