Haven (A Walking Dead fanfiction)

Chapter 5

"You." Shane growls, his voice so angry, so harsh that it sends shivers down my spine. He lunges as Daryl, slamming him into the barn as he wraps his hands around his throat.

"Shane!" I cry out. "Stop it!" My voice is shrill with terror. His eyes are dark, empty. "Please! Let him go!" I shove him with all of the strength I can muster but he barely flinches. Daryl chokes for air, grasping at his throat desperately trying to get free. I can see the panic in his eyes, the overwhelming fear that I'm sure is reflecting in my own. Tears pour down my face, the utter helplessness I feel, ripping me apart. "Let him go! If you want to hurt someone hurt me! Just leave him alone!" I scream hysterically, as Daryl continues to choke. Daryl lifts his knee with all the energy he has left, hitting Shane straight in the crotch. Shane reels back, clutching himself in pain leaving Daryl to slide weakly to the ground. "I'm so sorry..." I cry as I drop to my knees beside him, my tears dripping onto his jeans as I take his hand. He snatches it away, stands up and storms off without a word. "Daryl wait!" I beg, but he continues walking. I try to follow after him but Shane grabs my wrist. I wince, his grip painfully strong.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yells in my face.

"Stop it Shane you're hurting me." I whimper, tugging at my wrist. His grip doesn't falter.

"He's almost ten years older than you! You're practically a child! You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm gonna stand by and let some sick fuck lay his hands all over my baby sister." He says yelling even louder. He yanks my arm so forcefully as he yells that it knocks me to the ground.

"You're not my brother." I sob, cowering away from him. I scoot back along the ground, holding my sore wrist.

"What?" He whispers, his voice full of hurt.

"My big brother would never EVER hurt anyone. He'd never hurt ME. You...you never would have hurt me. You've changed." I cry. "You're not my brother anymore....you're a monster!" I scream hysterically. Maggie comes running around the side of the barn.

"Hailey!" She cries out as she see's me, hysterical in the dirt. Shane gawks at me. I scoot further away from him then scramble to my feet. I run to Maggie, breaking down as she takes me into her arms. I cling to her as I cry. "Shhh. It's okay sweetie, I've got you." She whispers comfortingly as she runs a hand over my long brown hair. She glares up at Shane who still stands staring at us from across the yard. "Come on honey, let's get you inside." I nod and we make our way back to the house. She opens the door for me, and I sulk sniffling into the house. Patricia comes bustling over.

"Dear Lord, what happened? Is everything alright?" She asks me sweetly. I lower my head.

"Shane..he..he.." I sob, unable to finish. How am I supposed to tell them that my big brother just tried to kill a man because of me. She looks down at my wrist, clutched in my other hand.

"Are you hurt?" She asks, her eyes full of worry.

"Where's daddy?" Maggie asks her. "He should take a look."

"Out back with Rick, I'll get him."

"I'm fine...really..im okay." I plead. The last thing I want is more attention.

"It'll only be a minute." She says, before hurrying off outside. Maggie sits on the couch patting the cushion beside her. I take that as a que to sit.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" She asks gently.

"Shane saw...he saw..." I pause taking a deep breath. "He saw Daryl and I...kissing..and he went crazy. He tried to..he almost killed him. Daryl got away but then Shane grabbed a hold of me..." I sob.

"You and Daryl huh?" She asks. I expected judgment, but instead she sounds almost impressed. I shrug, unable to resist a smirk. She drops the conversation when Patricia walks in with Hershel and Rick right behind her.

"What happened kiddo?" Rick asks, his brows furrowed with concern.

"Shane...." Hershel takes my hand gently in his, turning it carefully to examine my wrist.

"Shane did this?" He asks. I nod.

"Thankfully It doesn't seem to be broken, most likely sprained. It'll be sore for awhile, but we'll keep an eye on it." I nod, thanking him.

"Why the hell would he put his hands on you?" Rick asks angrily. I look at my hands shamefully.

"It was my fault." I whisper. "I kissed Daryl...Shane saw." I pause tearing up again.  "He..he tried to kill him." I whimper. Rick paces a few steps, rubbing the back of his neck. I shift nervously, waiting for a response. He's obviously upset, but I can't tell if it's with me...or with Shane.

"He had no right...no right putting his hands on you like that. I don't care what happened..."

"I'm sorry Uncle Rick...I didn't mean to cause so much trouble I just..I..." He sits down beside me, placing a hand on my knee.

"This isn't your fault Hailey. This is on Shane not you." He stands up, kisses the side of my head, then walks out. To find Shane I assume.  A ball of worry forms in my stomach in anticipation of what Shane will do next. He's out of control and I can only imagine what's going to set him off next time. I sigh, leaning back against the couch. How the hell am I going to fix this.