My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 7- Kiss and Tell

I tried to say something, anything I could say to undo what we've done. My mouth hung open, waiting for the words to spill out, but nothing came. I sat paralyzed, my limbs feeling as if they've been filled with lead. Rick sat beside me, his face filled with regret and pain.

"Mariah..." He choked out.

My eyes flicked to his, my heart skipping a beat while he searched into my eyes for some kind of reassurance.

"I-I should go." I stuttered, the words coming out coldly and harsh.

I clambered to my feet and managed to start walking. I could hear Rick desperately calling my name as I fled. It felt like I wasn't even control of my body, I didn't think I'd be able to shuffle my feet across the cold floor, but I managed.

Hot tears splashed on my face and I picked up the pace to a run, ignoring the laughter and chatter of the people that seemed to echo against the smooth walls. My worn out combat boots slammed against the concrete repetitively, scurrying down the corridor until finally I reached a door to the outside.

I shoved it open quickly and kicked up dirt while I ran between the yard and the dead. I nearly collided with the guard tower, my fingers fumbling for the doorknob in the darkness until finally it squealed open and I disappeared inside. I balanced an old wooden chair underneath the doorknob and floor to prevent anyone from getting inside the tower. I pounded up the steps, nearly slipping with every step on the smooth concrete. I almost wanted to fall, to crack my head open and have hot blood gush from my skull just so I wouldn't have to see the pain I would cause Daryl Dixon.

Fall, a voice inside my head chanted. You deserve to fall, you only ruin the lives of your loved ones.

I managed to climb up into the lookout area ignoring my conscience. Pillows and blankets were thrown amongst the room to keep the watch-guard comfortable at night.

As soon as I collapsed onto the pillows I released a choked sob, and then another until I was hysterical on the pillows and blankets. I cried for Jason, for Lori, for my father, but mostly I cried for Daryl.

The hurt and disloyalty that would consume his face molded inside of my head, and a new knot of agony made itself at home in the pit if my stomach.

I tried to think of some kind of solution to my issue, something to prevent the pain attacking him. I closed my eyes, my sobs turning into sniffles while I thought of a solution but nothing came to mind. Then suddenly, exhaustion took over like a giant wave and I was hurtling face first into sleep.

"Man I am so full." Ryan murmured beside me, patting his stomach.

"Well no wonder. You ate at least three helpings." I giggled, snuggling in closer to his side.

"Your dads just such a great cook, like he's better than both my parents. I couldn't help myself." He bellowed.

I smiled, breathing in the deep scent of Ryan's old spice body-wash. The air outside was warm with soft breezes blowing loose leaves around in the wind. The blanket surrounding Ryan and I was tucked in tight around us like a caccoon in the back of his pick-up truck. The bright, white stars flooded the sky with beauty and the moon gave off little light, creating a beautiful night sky.

Ryan groaned beside me and sat up, running a hand through his blond knotted hair. "What?" I asked, sitting up beside him.

"I have to pee." He whined, shuffling to his feet.

I rolled my eyes and laid back down. "I don't want to get up." He complained, even though he was already climbing to his feet.

"Your so lazy." I mumbled as he jumped off the truck and ran to the near by forest to release himself.