Daryl Dixon had a hard life. He grew up with alcoholic parents, an abusive father and a crazy brother. Nothing in his life had ever been easy. The only good thing he had was his best friend from childhood, Rick Grimes. When Rick asked him to be his...
Daryl woke up feeling great. He didn't know the last time he felt this good and was this happy. He was on his back, so he rolled over to be next to Gabrielle, but all that was there was an empty bed. He looked over at the bathroom door and saw it was closed so he figured she was in there.
It wasn't a dream. He and Gabrielle had worked out their differences and spent an incredible night together. She woke him up during the middle of the night to have sex again and if possible it was even better than before. Just thinking about it and her tits and her firm ass had him hard all over again.
The sheet was tented up with his erection. He was more than ready.
"Hey Princess, I could use some help," he called out.
She didn't answer him. So he tried again. "Princess? Got somethin' here for ya." When she didn't answer him again he got nervous and flung the sheets off. What if she was sick or hurt? Daryl pushed open the bathroom door and saw the room was empty. So was the counter top.
He quickly ran to the living room and no one was there. The suite was eerily quiet. He had a bad feeling about this and until he opened her closet, did the truth slam into him. She was gone. How did she get everything packed and out of there while he slept?
Now he was pissed.
She left without talking to him? Without saying goodbye? Without any type of fucking explanation? That wasn't right. He deserved more and she took the cowardly way out.
Daryl got up looking for something to throw, something to hurt like he was hurting when he noticed an envelope propped up on the nightstand on his side of the bed.
He opened it and saw that she had left him a message.
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Apparently, last night meant nothing to her. He balled up the note and threw it across the room. He couldn't even have twenty-four hours of fucking happiness in his life, could he? He was stupid, so fucking stupid to think he stood a chance with her. Hell no, the Princess felt he was good enough to fuck last night, but not good enough to go home with.
"Fuck her, fuck everything!" he yelled as he tugged on his pants. "Fuckin' Bitch!"
Michonne had her hand up to knock on Gabrielle's door when she heard yelling from inside the room. She turned to look at Rick, "Was that Daryl?"
She didn't even wait for her husband to answer her as she knocked loudly on the door. "Daryl! Open this door! Daryl!"
The door flew open and Michonne took a step back in surprise. Daryl stormed away from the door to find his shirt. Michonne and Rick followed him into the suite. They both noticed the empty room and mussed up bed beyond.
"Where is Gabby?" Michonne asked.
"Hell if I know!" Daryl said throwing up his arms. As he tugged on his shirt all he could hear in his head over and over again was "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He grabbed his boots and socks and started to leave.
