Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 15

Melinda's POV

I stare blankly at the wall in front of me. There is no noise as I sit at the dinning room table. The small light coming in from the kitchen window let's me know I was sitting here all night.

After Daryl told me Shawn was gone I just lost it. It was like I was standing at a cliff and Daryl just happen to push me off by his words. I came back in and noticed everyone was done with dinner and know going to bed, leaving me and my thoughts together. I sat down and I haven't moved sense then.

My thoughts consisted of everything. From Shawn to Maggie and Glenn to Charlie and Tyler, and even to Daryl. I keep replaying his face and the way he said it to me over and over in my mind. He was soft, the way he gripped my arm was almost like a comforting move. And that's all I needed at the moment; comfort. From anyone really. Hell, I would even ask Shane to comfort me, that's saying a lot.

The sun comes further up as it's ray's shine on my face. I make no move to block it's powerful glare. It's blinding but yet, it feels nice. Just it's warmth let's me know that I'm not stone cold on the outside as I feel on the in.

The stairs start to creak, indicating that someone is awake and coming my way. I don't turn to see who it is, still shocked by the news Daryl gave me. My own family had to make him tell me. Him of all people, why Maggie picked him I don't know.

"Honey, what are you doing up?" My fathers morning voice rings through my ears. It's almost booming compared to the little sound I've been listening to.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whisper instead. My voice hoarse from not using it in hours. He stops what he's doing and looks over at me, but once he sees my face he looks away and keeps doing what he's doing.

"Why didn't I tell you what?" He ask as he take a glass from the cabinet and walks over to the fridge. He starts to poor a glass of orange juice as I stare at him with wide eyes.

"You have to be kidding me." My eyes start to fill with tears once more but none come out. I'm emotionally and physically exhausted.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." My dad takes a seat across from me, blocking the light from my eyes.

"Shawn!" I slam my hand down on the table, startling him as I stand to my feet. The chair I was sitting in knocks over but I make no move to pick it up. "How could you not tell me!" I scream.

"Lower your voice! Others are trying to sleep!" He takes a sip of his drink and I have to think twice at what he's telling me. It's like he doesn't care about his sons death.

"I will not lower my fucking voice! You kept this from me! Of all the fucking people! You kept it away from your daughter! He was my brother, I have a damn right to know that he's dead!" I scream louder. I wasn't expecting what happen next. The only thing I felt was the stinging in my cheek and my face flying to the side. I looked through the tears in my eyes at my father. He was to his feet with his face hard as a rock. Just the fact that he was back to his old habit made me want to cry.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that! You will not use that language in this house! Ever!" He snarled. My hand went to my face, lightly rubbing my cheek. He has wild eyes as he looks at me, the only thought running through my head is; he did it again.

I stepped back as I heard someone clear their throat. I turned my head, I couldn't make out who it was because of my watery eyes but once they started talking I knew.

"Go get your stuff, sweetie. You're gonna stay with me for a while." Dales caring voice came in clear. I nodded as I took my long legs up the stairs and started to grab my stuff. I could hear Dale and my father arguing but I trusted that they could handle it.