GlowStick // Carl Grimes (Discontinued.)

Chapter 9

∆Chapter 9

I wrap my arms around my body, countless tears falling down my pale face. I sit in the corner of a locked room, storage crates spread out among the floor.

It was freezing in here.

Daryl sat on top of one of the crates, on watch of me I suppose. He swiftly moved his hand, the one with a sharpener over a homemade arrow.

I let out another loud sob from my lips and he looks up, meeting my gaze.

"Will you quit doin' that?" He grunts.

I suddenly find a deep interest in my muddy and grimy combat boots. My hands grip and the dark roots of my hair, pulling strongly.

The words I say next come out of my mouth before I can stop them, "You should just stop. Your group is out there in a fuckin' train car, probably 'bout to be killed with your help. And you sit here like you don't even know them. I know I don't know you and you don't know me, but this isn't how it's s'posed to go. You're bein' a ass to the people who helped you through all this hell. This isn't the way to thank them." I snap, still sitting on the ground with my hands in my hair.

Daryl keeps a hard stare at me for a few minutes, then stands up in one quick motion. He pulls his crossbow off his back, loading in an arrow softly. "Say something. I dare you."

"Do it." I start to cry tears again. But I don't feel the emotion. I stand to my feet, tensely grabbing the bottom of the crossbow and holding it close to my head, "I dare you."

The door to the room were in opens quickly. Garreth and the woman from before, Mary, stand there.

"Calm down, Dixon. There's no need for murder." Garreth smirks as he sets a hand on top of Daryl's crossbow, lowering it.

I hold my glare at Daryl before I feel Mary's strong grip on my forearm; so I avert my glare to her.

"Come on, Darlin. We gotta little surprise for you." She chuckles, pulling me through the two doors as the men follow.

She tugs me down some stairs and through a rusty metal door. I'm tossed to the floor roughly near a post sticking out of the floor. It had chains connected to it with cuffs at the end. Ropes were laid on the top of the post, nots made everywhere in them.

Other then the post in the middle of the room, there were other storage crates just like the ones in the room I was in, and a makeshift window to another room.

Inside the room, my dark brown eyes connected with a pair of icy blue ones. He was tied down by a pair of ropes, similar to the ones on top of the post, on his wrists. He cheeks were tear streaked and his eyes were red and glossy. His hair was matted down to his forehead with sweat and his sheriff hat was no where in the room.

I look up Garreth sharply, shooting daggers at him. "Let me hear you hurt him and I'll take my knife and shove it up-"

"We didn't hurt Lover-Boy. Don't worry." He smirks down at me.

I roll my eyes, sitting up on the floor. "So why am I here anyways?" I question, getting onto my knees, but I'm kicked back down on the ground. I let out a low, pained filled groan, before Garreth answers.

"Were going to have a little fun. And before you ask: there's no reason for us doing this. Just for our pleasure. Then we'll get you ready for dinner. Good? And as soon as Mary's done we'll reunite you with Lover-Boy." Garreth explains.

For the first time I look to Mary, her stringy braid had been taken down and her hair was down on her back. In her hands was a horse whip. My Papaw used to own a horse show so he had tons of these collectible things.

As soon as I realize what's about to happen, my eyes tear up again and I start to scramble away. Daryl's hard hands grab me and he instructs me to wrap my arms around the post. I do as told and he chains my arms to the post and ties my wrists up.

I glance up at Carl who looks like he could kill these people. Hatred towards all of them.

I hear the others leave the room and Mary gets ready, positioning herself with the horse whip.

I let a sob escape my lips as I get ready for the impact. My tear stained cheeks were pressed up against the cold, splinter-filled post and I was squeezing it for dear life.

I hear the sound of the whip and it hits my back, pulling strips of skin off of me. I let out a loud yelp and cry harder, biting my lip until I can feel the metallic taste of blood.

I can hear Carls loud sobs in the room next to this one as Mary gets ready to hit me again.

The whip hits me once more, this time taking most of my dark green shirt off with it. I hold back the screams by biting my lip. I can soon feel blood trickling down my chin from my teeth on my bottom lip.

She pulls back again, The whip pulls my hair, yanking my head back. My cheek scrapes the post and blood trickles down my cheek slowly.

I hear movement behind me and assume Mary's getting ready to hit me again. But she appears in front of me with a knife, cutting the ropes on my wrists and unlocking the chains.

I pull away from the post quickly as Mary leaves the room. I watch as she unlocks Carl from the other room. He nods at something she tells him and Mary excuses him to my room.

•Carls POV

I push through the heavy metal doors, quickly placing my eyes on the beautiful brown eyed girl on the floor.

I hurriedly make my way to her as the door shuts behind me. "C-Carl." Kayla's cries plead, holding her arms out to me.

I get down next to her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, pulling he small frame Into me.

She nuzzles her head in my chest, letting out loud sobs.

"It's okay. We'll find a way out of here." I coo, lifting her hair off her back and over her shoulders.

I look down at her, seeing her bare frame then Looking back up. "Um.. Kales," I stutter. Kayla looks down, then looks to her shirt, letting out another quite sob.

The t-shirt was ripped and torn, clearly not able to be wore anymore.

I let out a small sigh, pulling off my top flannel, leaving me in my navy blue and gray elbow length shirt, and wrapping it around her small torso.

"I'm sorry about your back." I say quietly, looking down to the ground.

"It hurts Carl." Kayla whimpers.

I nod, pulling her into me again, burying my head in her hair and her nuzzling her head in my chest.

"There has to be a way out of here." I mutter after a minute of silence.

Kayla unwraps her arms, looking around.

I stand up, examining the room. I don't see anything.

"I'm sure they took y'all's weapons." Kayla sighs.

I nod, "Yea."

She bends down and pulls her navy blue converse off. She slips her hand in her sock and pulls out a orange camouflage knife. "This is all I have." She slides it on the floor to me and pulls her shoe back on.

I pick up the knife and flip it out.

"I bet we could pick the lock with this thing."

It was smothered in dry blood and was pretty dull. I flip it around in my hands as I make my way to the door.

"Please don't damage it. Uncle McGraw gave it to me." Kayla says, her voice small and child like.

I nod, not having a reply and slipping the blade In between the door and the door frame. I wiggle it around a minute before I hear the click.

"Let's do this quick. Those assholes'll be back in a little while." I exclaim, handing the knife back to Kayla.

Hey Guise! Here's the update! I'm sorry if it sucks!

{Update Kayla..You BlackMailed Me Into Doing This..}