Angel

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Angel & Daryl

Angel

The entire way home as I hung onto Daryl on the back of his bike, I cried. Not a sobbing type of cry, just tears that wouldn't stop. I have no idea how he found me. He was incredible to have tracked us down to that house. He came for me like I kept praying that he would. I asked for the impossible and Daryl delivered. He was my hero.

It was stupid of me to have tried to have done this on my own. I was overconfident and my drive for revenge made me careless. There was always the chance that I could die, but I ignored that. I never considered what my death would do to Daryl. If the roles were reversed, his dying would kill me. I'd just either roll up into a ball and stop living, or I'd walk out of the gates until something or someone killed me. I wouldn't care, just as long as I died to be with him again.

I know he loved me the same, so to have done this to him was horrible of me. I never gave his feelings a second thought except that he would be mad when I got back. The 'if I didn't' never occurred.

I had followed the SUV until it drove out of my sight. I was lucky that I saw it stopped in front of what used to be a liquor store. Through the dirty windows, I could see the men wandering around the near-empty store. Their voices could be heard through the door they left open. Complaints of nothing left except a bottle of crème de menthe was all I heard.

When the guy with the scar walked out the door, I shot him. Didn't think twice except that I needed to take him out to give me better odds. They ended up having only had one gun which Jason had. I could tell when they used up the bullets in the clip. That's when I went into the store. My mistake.

The gun gave me too much confidence. I didn't count on them splitting up and Jason grabbing me from behind. When he saw it was me, he laughed. "Well, look what's come back for me to play with again," he laughed.

"Over my dead body," I spat at him.

"That my sweet...will be arranged. Of course, after we've had our fun."

I put up a fight, but a punch to my jaw had me seeing stars. That's when they dragged me to the car, threw me in the back seat, and drove off. Jason had my gun pointed at me during the entire trip. He told the other guy what house to stop at and that's where we spent the night.

There was no way I wanted him to know I was actually panicking inside. He would feed off that, so I forced myself to do the exact opposite. I told them both they were dead men. That even if they did kill me, I had someone that would kill them. Jason just laughed at me, but I kept yelling at him until he slugged me again. This time I did black out and pretended to stay that way all night.

And just when I thought I was done and he was going to rape me again as his fingers had started to unbuckle his belt, Daryl walked through the door. My hero was saving his absolutely stupid damsel. And this wasn't any fairy tale. It was my nightmare...but Daryl saved me before Jason destroyed me.

I felt the bike's tires change from pavement to dirt and knew we were almost home. I wiped the tears from my eyes and made sure I had my big girl panties pulled up. No one needed to know any of the details of what went on.

The gates opened and Daryl drove on in parking the bike in its usual spot. Rick came jogging out of the mansion, with Michonne behind him. Carol was just a little bit behind. Damn, I was hoping for a quiet return. From the other direction came John and Amy. I had to think of a quick answer to my stupidity.

"Everybody, okay?" Rick asked looking at me then Daryl.

"Yep," was all my guy said. He was leaving the rest to me.