I don't usually write notes before chapters, although this chapter is a little triggering. It has mild physical violence. Therefore, anyone who isn't comfortable with reading it should just skip over it. Those of you who are willing to read it I hope you enjoy!
Alex's Point of View
When night turns to day,
You know you'll be okay.
You'll make it through,
Because I believe in you!
I can hear someone humming in my ear. It's her. Ma. The short poems she creates aren't fantastic, but they always make me happy. I love the way they protect me from the dark, the way it shields me from the world's conflict.
I dream of the strength ma had. She always had the courage, and more often than not she tried to rub it off on me. Her brave outgoing persona was a perfect match for the leading behavior pa had. Together they made the perfect dream team, the best parents. Now, laying atop linen sheets, I wish I could be with them. In a reality where love is hard to come by I always seem to be needing it. Their unconditional warmth would comfort me in such times of despair.
I role onto my side and look for any hints on where I am. Without any recollection about what happened after my little dramatic scene, I am left once again in the dark. Metaphorically, of course, but scary nonetheless.
"Well... Look who's awake after their little fiasco," a man's voice rings throughout the confined space. I hear and see a match light up a nearby candle. Where am I? My subconscious urgently tries to find an answer as I stare at the person in front of me.
I jump up abruptly and scream, "What do you want, Chuck? More importantly, where am I?" His lips twitch into a knowing look. Knowing something that I don't is bad, and by his smug face it's something horrible.
"Slow your roll there, Sweetheart." Grimy fingers run through his thinning grey hair. "You're in good hands. And your redneck friend went out hunting. I guess he figured you needed some food after almost dying," he laughs as he states the last part.You're a disgusting piece of s@$#, I think of saying to him. Seriously, who laughs at such a serious subject. I did almost die! Suffocation would have been the cause of my death. A startling thought comes to my mind, my feelings could've killed me...
Chuck's Point of View
Great, she's in my trailer so now all I have to do is make my move. "Hey, how about we have some fun," I rasped, stepping closer to her shivering body. "No one will know and--," That little ##@&# slapped me across the face before I could finish my sentence. "You probably shouldn't have done that."
"I'm glad I did. You know you're even worse than walkers!" Alex snarled and threw her hand at me again. Before she could hit me I grabbed her wrist. Similar to a snake, my grip tightens upon my prey. "Stop! Stop, I'll do what you want!" I smile at her desperate attempt to escape my torture.
"I'm glad you're abiding to my rules," I sneer. Slowly I lean in and close my eyes, loosening my grip on her. This turned out to be a horrible idea because in my most vulnerable state she grabbed the broken lamp that lied on the empty nightstand. In one swift motion the light hits my head and I let go of that ##&$# completely. Out of pain I yell, "Son of a ##&$!"
Alex's Point of View
I've never ran faster in my whole life. Putting one foot in front of the other I scurry around the trailers frightened and afraid. Where am I supposed to go, I cry internally. I don't want to disturb anyone at this hour. Judging by the lack of light in the sky I presume that it's around midnight. That only leaves me with one other option. Running.
Without any weapons or supplies it would be impossible for me to leave this place. Also, the relationships I have with mostly everyone here compels me to stay. For now I'll just have to look for a place to hide from Chuck. And, just as I thought my luck was running out, I catch a break and see rusted swings. It's not the most ideal hiding place but it will have to do.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips. It's really hard to keep from crying when all there is to do is sob. "When night turns to day, you know you'll be okay. You'll make it through, because I believe in you," my broken voice sings. Right now I wish my mother was here promising me that everything will be okay. I wish that she could tell me that I'll make it through these rough times. All this time I've been a survivor of the apocalypse, yet one person has the power to destroy me.
A concerned person strolls in my direction, "What are ye' doin' outside this late at night?" Daryl, I instantly register the man carrying a rabbit in his hands. I don't respond. I don't run into his arms. As much as I want to hug him and tell him to run away with me, I can't. The bits of my sanity that have been intact are now shattered. "Alex, y'ain't pissed at me for leaving you with that prick, are ye'?" He now towers over me like Mount Everest as I sit still on the wooden seat of the swing.
"No..." I murmur almost too quiet for anyone to hear, "Its not your fault. It's his." The weight of my throbbing head becomes to much so I place it between my two hands that are propped on my knees. Somehow I expected him to leave me alone like he did after I gave him my locket. But, instead he sits next to me on the other swing.
We sit silently on the swings for a couple minutes before either one of us dares to speak. "What's yer' deal?" Daryl questions me as I push the swing back and forth. For a moment I think about telling him every single detail about what happened, but instead I hesitate. If I tell him he's probably going to get mad and demand that we leave. Besides Chuck, this place is actually quite pleasing to live in. I wouldn't want to ruin this experience for anyone and be selfish.
"Nothing," I manage a fake laugh, "What's your deal?"
"Well, I come back and see ye' cryin' yer' @$& off," he responds to my mocking question. After that quick exchange of words I try to avoid an awkward situation by pretending like I'm trying to use the playground equipment that I sit on now. Creak, the chains on both of our swings screech.
"Daryl, are you trying to go higher than me?" I smirk at how childish the both of us are together. When he's around others he is introverted, but whenever he's with me he is sweet and kind. A bond is present that only the both of us share. Ours.
"Yeah, and I'm doing a pretty damn good job," he jokes around with me. Suddenly I have the urge to go even higher than him and beat him at his own competition.
"You are not gonna beat me today, Dixon!"
"We'll see about that." Both of us pump our legs until we've reached the limit. If we swing for any longer we'll flip over the bar that holds both of our seats. "We'd better jump off soon," Daryl reads my mind and looks over at me, and in that brief moment I believe I see a hint of a smile.
"Okay, let's do it on the count of three. One. Two. Three!" Our bodies fly into the air, so high that I believe I can fly away from this dying world with Daryl at my side. Actually, on the back of Daryl's leather vest is a pair of angel wings. More than once I've imagined him as an angel in disguise, an agent of Heaven. Whenever I dream of him, he'd spread his wings and wrap reassuring arms around me.
The gracefulness of the descent was cut short when our bodies fell upon the soft playground sand below us. I'd landed softly on top of Daryl's chest. His arms were wrapped around me like in all the dreams I'd ever had of him. The blue in his eyes remind me of the sky and that tomorrow will come, that I'll have a new start. As I place my hand on him I giggle slightly, "You wanna know something, Daryl?"
"What?" The tone in his voice is more tender and loving as he looks at me.
"You're my favorite redneck..." We both look deeply into each other's eyes. Neither of us can resist anymore. Our lips move closer to each other until they finally meet. The light from the crescent moon shines on us. Each swing still paces back and forth in our absence. Everything seems so serene and tranquil. Perfect.
Ahhh! I'm so happy to publish the tenth chapter of My Redneck Savior! And what a way to mark this milestone! We finally got some more dramatic scenes. More good stuff is sure to come! Support me by voting, sharing, and leaving some comments.
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