I walked hesitantly with my dad in front of Daryl and I. I held on closely to him, feeling how much he was hurting. I just wanted to see my brother. I wanted to know he isn't the same as my father. How can I live with this guilt? Knowing that my dad was the reason for probably so many innocent deaths and evil. Knowing that he damaged Daryl more than he already was. We walked down a long hallway, with doors on both sides, almost like a small hotel. My dad stopped in front of one of them and knocked.
"Dawson. Come outside." My dad said. On the other side of the door was my brother. My brother I missed so much. I was only seconds away from meeting my brother again. The door opened and appeared my brother, Dawson. He had longer, shaggier hair. He looked taller but I know it's just because she hasn't seen him in years. He still had the same happiness in his eyes, something that was rare to find in the new world.
I let go of Daryl's hand and moved to my brother. I held him so tight, not wanting to let go. Holding out for a small hope that he hasn't turned into my father. I pulled away and studied him longer.
"I'm so happy to see you." I cried.
"I can't believe you're alive." Dawson answered.
"I'm here." Is all I could say. "Dad. I need time with Dawson. Daryl stays with me." I ordered. My dad simply nodded, knowing he has messed up. Dawson moved away from the door to allow us inside. My dad left us, as I would go find him later to take Daryl and I back to Alexandria. There was no convincing me to stay here.
"Dawson, what happened to dad?" I asked him. We were alone. Daryl was using Dawson's bathroom to clean himself up. He's been quiet since I found him. I'm not surprised.
"He changed. The minute this started, he knew it was survival. We struggled for awhile, like everyone. It was just me, dad, and mom. Dad just started taking shit, whatever he could get his hands on. Next thing you know, he's just killing people to survive and to protect us. Scared the shit out of mom and I but we knew we had to stay with him. We were pretty useless, never really killed a lot of the walkers because dad would always get them. Then we started gathering people, found this place. He called it 'The Sanctuary' and just became evil. Started taking in people and turned them to prisoners if anyone crossed him the wrong way. Found his bat, named it after mom, thinking it'd be romantic or something. She was so scared of him. But stayed anyway, up until she died." He explained. He looked at me to make sure I followed everything. I was crying. Part of me was crying out of relief that Dawson wasn't like him but knowing what my dad has done was the worst part.
"Were you there? When mom was killed?" I asked him.
"I stood right in front of her when it happened." He answered.
"They didn't tell me. They said they just they came across you guys and spied. And they left when it looked like things got dangerous." I told Dawson.
"That's not the way it went down. So dad took Daryl, intended on killing him and a few of you guys, until you stopped it." I held my head down. I can't believe this happened. I can't believe they didn't tell me. I had to find out while I was almost killed with them all. I should have let Negan kill Abraham.
