My Desire - Daryl Dixon (1)

Chit-Chat With Mommy Dearest

Chapter 46

After some time had past, just then, I spotted Helen crying. I began to ignore her sadness while the funeral continued and once it was over, everyone began to leave slowly before I was the last one with Helen and I watched as she walked over to me and said...

"Skyler-" Helen said before I cut her off.

"Don't. Don't say anything to me. Don't come near me, just don't," I said before beginning to walk off before Helen said...

"I know how you feel. I'm grieving too. I lost my daughter," Helen said, stopping me from taking another step.

My emotions went higher than ever before I turned and said...

"You don't know anything. You don't know my pain, my suffering, anything, and as far as I'm concerned you shouldn't be grieving her because you're the reason this happened to her," I snapped.

"I didn't do anything," Helen said.

"Exactly. You did nothing. You sat there earlier grieving your rapist of a husband and now you're grieving a daughter you say you cared about. Bullshit. The entire thing is bullshit. You don't care. Never have, never will," I said.

"I don't understand-" Helen said before I cut her off.

"I saw the bruising," I said.

"What bruising?" Helen questioned.

"You know what bruising I'm talking about. The bruising around Caroline's arms. I remember her coming over to mine with the worst kind and I knew straight away that it was Gavin. But I'm guessing you did nothing about that either, so I had to act, and now I have. He's dead. Dead and gone, and now you're alone because you don't have your husband, your daughter, your son, your granddaughter and your first born child; your daughter. You've lost us all, and it's all because you failed to be a good mother," I explained.

"That's not fair," Helen said.

"Not fair? Not fair is not being safe in your own home, or being too scared to go to sleep for fear of your stepdad coming in and raping you! Not fair is not being able to go to your mother about these issues because she already knows and doesn't care!" I yelled as tears fell down my cheeks.

"I was scared," Helen said.

"I was scared! You're my mum, and you're supposed to protect me, that's your job. I know that because I am a mother and if I did what you did to me to her, I would be ashamed. I would hate myself for life," I said.

"Do you not think I regret it? Do you not think I wish I could turn back the clocks and change what I did? Well I can't and I'm sorry but I want to make up for it," Helen said.

"And how do you expect to do that? You want me to pretend I'm a little a girl so you can protect me against every man like your husbands, well you can't. I'm a mum and you could have been apart of that but instead you did the one thing I can't forgive you for. You were a coward. I hate you. I hate you so much. You never cared about me. You never cared about anyone but yourself, proving that you don't love anyone, not really. You never have," I explained.

"I owe you an entire life," Helen said.

"You owe me more than that, but thanks to me leaving, I got a life, and you know what? It was better than I could have ever hoped for. Now, get away from Caroline's grave and go. Oh, and if you want to see your rapist husband, look over there," I said as I pointed over to the burnt walkers.

"What's that?" Helen questioned.

"It's the burnt bastard," I answered before wiping my tears and leaving.

Once I left, I finally felt free. Getting everything off my chest helped and now, I could go back to mourning my sister...