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Chapter 38

German's POV:

Fuck sake for all this shit I've caused!

But what the fuck am I supposed to do now?!

Angie started this argument during our family dinner, causing now everybody to know what has been happening outside of the walls of The Santcuary.

I got so angry that I lifted Lucille at her for the first time since that incident with Rick and the team I found her with.

Now what?

Vilu and Olga are probably disgusted by me and Angie hates me more than ever, wanting to kill me with her own hands, not wanting to face me ever again and why?

Because I did not want to let go of her precious friend of hers...

What's his name?

Daryl?

Fucking hell with this shit!

----- TIME SKIP -----

It's the middle of the night and I feel terribly angry.

I can't go back because I'll be questioned so I decided to go to the cells.

Once arriving there I sent the guard away and I just headed off over to Daryl's cell, hit the door three times with Lucille than sat down beside the door, still boiling in anger.

- Wake up, little lamb! - I yelled and my voice was echoing through the hall - Speak up if you're awake, asshole!

- What the fuck... - I hear Daryl groaning inside the cell.

- I have questions for you, dog! First of all... Why aren't you fucking giving in already?! Are you so fucking fine with living in this hole and die in fucking misery?!!

I was actually surprised when I heard him actually answering my question, instead of staying silent, or some shit...

- No... I have my reason to not to kneel in front of you...

- Huh... And what the fuck does Angie love in you so fucking much that she's able to give up on everything and even her own blood just to get you out of this hole?!

I was so fucking curious.

I just couldn't understand.

- Why, you ask?

- That's what I fucking asked.

- Your jealousy and anger won't help you understand shit.

- Watch your mouth!

- And you shut your mouth, German!

I froze for long seconds.

Then I opened the cell and leaned against the door as I asked:

- Did she tell you?

- She did... And you're doing everything the worst way possible - Daryl said, looking up at me while he was still sitting on the floor - You're just making her hate you even more...

Now I sat down in front of him.

- Talk to me, boy... Everyone hates me now so I have no one to get back to anytime soon - I said.

- The answer to your question is way too fucking simple... Because we have been a family outside - he said - We've seen a family since I found her alone... We took her in to our family... We taught her things she needed to know to become a survivor and become who she is now... We respected, loved and supported her in every possible way and she did the same to us...

- That support would have still been there if I don't kill any of your people and you know who I am to her?

My mouth acted on it's own, asking this question, but at that point I had to know.

- Yes, we would have been supportive... Bad man, or not you are her family... Alone, or with you men... unless we don't know where do you get your shit from we probably would've been with her and even if you'd have been someone trying to survive with your daughter and Angie wouldn't have been with us... You'd have been welcomed...

I actually felt bad now, hearing all this.

And at this point I made my decision, jumped up, pulled him up with me and pulled him out of the cell, into a car...

- OPEN THE GATES! - I yelled over to the guards, whom just did how I told them.

- Ugh... Where are we going?? - Daryl asked.

- You'll see...