The start

Go, Now

After eating lettuce tomato sandwich Amy took me to go see Carson.

"I can't detect the heart beat." Carson moves the device on my stomach pressing harder. My heart sinks to my stomach.

"What do you mean?" I asked gulping staring at his movements.

"There is no heart beat. I'm sorry." Carson takes the device off of me as he wipes the gel off my stomach. I sat there in shock.

"My baby is dead?" I utter the words out.

"Well considering that you weren't far along for the fetus to actually grow body parts I would just call it as a miscarriage or normal period." Carson says looking down at the ground. Im sure he has done something to a few of the woman hear since there was barely a child in sight. I wanted to speak and ask questions of how this happened. I opened my mouth but only cries came out.

"I would say stress caused the miscarriage. Im sure that's exactly what caused it. I'm really sorry." Carson repeats as he steps a side to let Amy take me away. Amy takes me to my box. Surprisingly she had nothing smart to say. In stead she gave me a pity look as she shut the door. I sat there quietly and pull my knees to my chest.

I lost the baby. How was I gonna tell Daryl? He would be devastated. Torn apart. He was already falling a part at the hands of Negan. Negan was breaking him slowly. Hell find out that I miscarried and most likely treat me the same as Daryl.

I thought about if I marry Negan, if I become one of his wives. Daryl and I would never be together. I wouldn't speak to him. I couldn't touch him. I couldn't love him. Because that's what happened to Amber. She loved the man. She loves him more than Negan. He had to be punished because she cheated. If I marry Negan and he sees Daryl and I together he'll hurt Daryl. I won't let that happen. But if I do marry Negan he will treat Daryl better. It will grant us safety. He'll treat me better. I don't know if I can last much longer this way. I shake my head. I won't marry Negan. I won't. That can't be an option. My option is to escape.

I was thinking about all of those things circling my head as I curl up into a ball. The cold air was drifting underneath the door. Surprisingly the door opened. Nobody was supposed to come in. This is my time to be by myself. I already ate. I already saw Carson. Amy already took me to the bathroom. What more do they want with me? The door opens a little bit more wider as it reveals a man.

"Daryl?" I sit up suddenly not leaving my spot. He was by himself. A few tears slip down my face.

"We're getting out of here." He tells me. I shake my head and bite my lip to push the tears away.

"Harley? What's wrong?" He asked. I started to cry as I bury my face into my lap.

"The baby. It's gone." I choke out as I cry harder. I could feel him tensing up. My tears roll off my face onto the ground creating a small puddle. I could feel a hand clasp down on my shoulder as I tilt my head up looking at Daryl. I could see his eyes getting teary as he stands me up and wraps his arms around me. I hug him tightly. I miss this feeling. It felt like home. I pull away and wipe the tears.

"Ain't your fault. Alright? Don't blame yourself. They did this, not you." Daryl points at the door angrily. He was right. If I had the right vitamins, less stress, ate right and didn't do as much work as Negan made me do the baby would still be alive right now. I nod my head accepting the truth.

"How? How did you get out?" I asked as he grabs my hand. He hands me a note with a key. I flip it over as it says, 'go now'

"This a trick?" I asked as I shove the note back into his pocket.

"I don't know. But if it isn't then we gotta go now. Before he comes back." Daryl coughs. My hand reaches up to his face.

"Let's go." I whisper.

We slowly peak out of my box. We head down the hallway quietly with our back against the wall. Daryl held the note in one of his hands as he held my hand in the other. Everytime we heard a voice we would go down a different hall.

"Stop hugging the wall." A woman yells. Daryl stops as I run into him.

"Watch it!" Someone yells as a glass jar shatter on the floor. Pickles and pickle juice spread all over the floor.

"God damn it!" A man yells.

We could hear foot steps coming our way. Daryl turns around as we try to go to a different way there were voices going down the hallway we just came from. Daryl looks around as he grabs my hand and enters up room. It looks like someone was living here. He shuts the door closed and presses against it for a few seconds. He then turns around noticing other door. While Daryl checks them out, I stand there. I could hear the two people yelling and arguing at each other about cleaning it up. Daryl grabs a jar of peanut butter and opens the cap and eating it straight from the jar.

I kept forgetting that he was getting those nasty sandwiches every single day. While I ate either nothing or tomatoes and lettuce sandwiches. I was getting tired of tomatoes and lettuce. He walks around the room and grabs a shirt. He rushes to change into it. As he stares at the miniature statues. Daryl grabs a pair of blue jeans and slides them on. I threw him a flannel as he shrugs it on and takes a baseball cap placing it on top of his head. He fit in well with these guys now. It scared me a little. He sat in the armchair eating the peanut butter as I stared at him up and down. He was different. I couldn't place my finger on what exactly other than his looks but his attitude was completely different. We were caged in like animals. Beating down on and fed horrible things.

"Hey." Daryl says as he pats down on the armchair. I walk over to it and sit on the couch next to it. I look around the room lift my eyes. This room was cluttered. It was a mess. People out in hallway were still arguing they were getting louder and louder and more angrier. Daryl sits up and throws the side table with the lamp. I flinched as he walks up to me harshly. He looks down at me and reaches for my hand as I grab his. He stands me up and rolls my arm sleeve up revealing the bruises that cover my arms. He pulls my arm up to his face and kisses it a couple times as I smile lightly.

"Its ok." I whispered.

"Its not." He wraps his arms around my waist as I lay my head on his chest.

"We do what we have to do." I hummed. His hand pets my head grasping onto my hair. As if he wasn't sure I was real or not. I missed his touch, his everything. He leans down and kisses my lips as I cup his face. He pulls away and looks at the door. The people stopped arguing.

"Come on." He grabs my hand as we walk out of the room and head down the hallway.