terrible things (a Daryl Dixon love story) [Daryl Dixon fan-fic]

Chapter 24

So this book is coming to an end shortly which sucks... but i will be working on Welcme to Hell and the saints and the sinister angel which is also about characters Norman Reedus' plays (: but in place of Terrible Things I'm going to start writing a vampire thing so please do look out for that and PLEASE follow I will follow back (: thank you guys (: Y'all are amazeballz! (:

Daryl was being such a sweetheart after the whole incident with Chuck, Rick an Lori and Carl came over a lot but all these thing just made me feel worse. They’re only doing it because I was raped.

I know I was scaring everyone with my “Overly happy” act, and some could tell it was an act. Right now I was getting the cake out of the oven that I just made seeing as Shane, the Grimes and Merle were coming over… again. I love them all I do… but it honestly feels like they are crowding. We were having a braai or barbeque, same thing this afternoon and Daryl and Merle went hunting for the occasion. Daryl was not happy to leave me alone because he knows if I allow the bottle in which I have all my emotions in to crack or shatter, I’ll go into my depression days and the razor becomes my best friend (I don’t promote this okay? ;) ). But with Merle dragging him and me pushing him to go he finally left. The only thing with Daryl leaving and me finally being alone, he had the right to not want to leave. I had my hands on the cake and brought it out and allowed it to cool down and I sat on the floor and started crying. no girl deserves that I kept thinking. I wiped the tears away and looked forward at the now very hot oven… Maybe just one touch. Physical pain over emotional pain. Before I could change my mind I plunged my hand in and touched the things that gave off the heat and bit my tongue and held back a hiss of pain or a scream of pain. After five minutes I heard the door open and I stood up and turned the oven off and quickly busied myself with the cake, I tried to get it out but my hand was too sore, so I left it and headed to the stairs.

“I’m home Darlin’!” Daryl called out to me.

“I know, I heard the door. You are back soon.”

“Good day fer huntin’.”

“Awesome.” I’m just going upstai-.”

“Wha’s tha’ smell?” Daryl asked.

“A cake.”

“no it smells like burnt flesh… Katy?”

“Be right back.” I said as I ran up the stairs but I heard Daryl climb the steps also and I got into our room and went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

“Darlin’… Open this door! NOW!” I heard him bang his fist on the door, “KATY! I will kick this fuckin’ door in! OPEN THE DOOR!”

I turned the tap on cold and put my hand under and hissed. “Katy please open the door” Daryl said with a calmer voice, I retracted my hand from the water and turned the lock so he could come in.

“If you’re in here then shut up and sit on the toilet. I’m busy.”

I felt his arms wrap around me, “No Darlin’. I’m here ta help my fiancé.”

I sighed and leaned into him, “You are amazing Dare.” I said as more tears came to my eyes. He turned me around carefully and wiped the tears from my eyes and picked me up and placed me gently in a sitting position on the toilet (The lid was closed) and he held out his hand.

“May I see?” I nodded and gently placed my hand on his and still winced when it landed in his hand.

he sighed, “Why do ye do this ta yerself Katy.” He said in a whisper.

“You were right.” His head shot up, “I need you when I shatter… I didn’t shatter, I cracked now. So.”

“So the shatter will be bad.” He finished for me and I nodded. “Come on let’s sort this out then.” He said as he gestured to my hand and I nodded again. We stood up and went to the tap and he turned it on cold and he then held my wrist as I moved it under the water, I tried to immediately pull my hand out but he held it in place and shushed me in order to calm me down. We heard the bell go five minutes later.