A few minutes later, Daryl walked out of the bathroom.
"You killed my mom?" I looked at him. He stopped in his tracks. I needed to talk to him about what happened. There was no way of getting out of this. "If you guys would have just left my dad would have left you alone. Why did you have to kill my mom? You knew I thought they were alive? And you killed her." I cried. I was standing in front of him now. A part of me knew they didn't know it was my mom. How could they have known? But another part of me was unforgiving because she was still dead and now my dad was out for blood.
"Rowan, we didn't know. You knew that. We were threatened and we had to protect ourselves. Sasha and I, we were hesitant but Abraham did it before either of us could protest." He tried to explain.
"So now you're just going around killing people? You killed her right in front of Dawson." I screamed.
"No, Rowan. You aren't listening to me."
"Why should I? You killed my fucking mom!"
There was a knock on the door and before anyone could answer my dad walked in. He heard the whole thing.
"Do you understand why we attacked your group now?" He asked again. I nodded. I didn't know what to do. My dad tried to kill my group. But my group killed my mom.
"I need to go back to Alexandria. I need to talk to Abraham." I told my dad and Dawson. "I promise I'll come back tomorrow." I hugged them goodbye before motioning to Daryl to follow me. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to go home. Daryl grabbed my hand while we walked towards the gate, I didn't pull away. Dwight was at the gates and opened them for me without a word. I nodded and Daryl and I headed back to Alexandria.
"Rowan, please believe me. I'm sorry. I can't bear to see you mad at me. I know you have every right to be. I promise it wasn't my idea." Daryl said. I stopped walking and looked at him.
"I just don't know what to think right now. I believe you. I'm just trying to process everything with my dad. He's so evil but he's still my father. And Dawson, he isn't like him. When we were talking while you were cleaning up, he told me he's scared of him but he can't survive on his own. If I offer for Dawson to live with us, my dad will hunt us down again. Who knows what he'll do if both his children are separated from him? He'd be more upset loosing Dawson, he already thought I was dead. Nothing would be different." I was rambling at this point and Daryl cut me off.
"Don't say your dad wouldn't care about loosing you again. Did you see the way he looked at you when he realized it was you? Every ounce of evil in his eyes left the minute you ran into his arms. I don't care if you don't see him but you have a chance of stopping him from doing anymore damage." Daryl was right. I was his daughter, and if Dawson could help, we could change him.
"Daryl, I want Abraham dead." I looked at him, completely emotionless. He didn't say anything, he knew he couldn't. We just continued home.
