You don't control me, Dixon

➋ 53- Scars Were Scabs That got Picked

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When I hear the car drive up I step out of my tent only to be faced with an even more messed up Shane, hand cut open and bleeding from his face. Rick ain't that better. What the hell happened out there?

When Rick slams the driver's door he rounds to the trunk. My heart drops and I step forward, asking "He's still here?" No seriously, what the fuck?

Rick gives me a sour look and Daryl and Alec flank me. I glance up at Alec who pointedly doesn't look back and roll my eyes, looking as Randell with a sack over his head falls out of the trunk, obviously knocked over the head.

I clench my teeth and step forward eyeing the bag before glancing at Rick "What happened? You all look like shit."

He sniffs and rubs at his nose looking down before saying "Lock him up. Lucy, check on his injuries?"

I glance at Randell who shifts uncomfortably on his arm before glancing behind me at Andrea and licking my teeth "Yeah, I will, I need to tell you something afterward though."

He furrows his brows before rubbing at his forehead and nods, waving his hand at Randell. I straighten as Alec scoops the small boy in his arms, wordlessly passing me.

I chomp on my lip and dip in my tent, scooping my medic pack and jogging after Alec, Daryl right behind his man.

The door slams open and I flinch, following them in, watching as they chain the boy up in this dirty, dark shed. I gulp as I slam my eyes shut before mud comes forward, I pry my eyes open as they step back. Letting me do my thing.

I bite my lip slightly and glance at Alec "Hey-"

His jaw clenches tightly as he grits "Jus' do ye job."

I grind my teeth and spin on my heel, kneeling to the boy and taking off his hood. I grimace at the blood smeared on his forehead and grab some water, gently washing the blood away before poking at it, the boy flinching at my touch.

I shush him and try to soothe him "Hey, work with me."

He only makes a face further, obviously not pleased for me to be here. I roll my eyes and huff "Yeah well looks like you need a stitch or two on your forehead. Mind telling me what happened?"

He sucks a breath in as I start to stitch his head, "Ah, I let out my little secret."

I halt and eye him before continuing asking sharply "And that is?"

I make a tight knot and lean back, waiting. "Well?"

He licks his busted lip and shakes his head slightly.

I grunt and ask bluntly "Got any other injuries that you need mending to? No? Alrighty then."

I suck in a breath and stand, pressing a hand to my ribs, walking out of the shed, the scot following.

I spin on my heel and cross my arms and glare up at him, cautious of Daryl hearing "What? You just going to follow me around silently and pass judgment? I-"

I cut myself off as Rick approaches, stopping just short of us facing me "Ok, what happened?"

I run my tongue over my teeth and suck in a breath "Beth tried to slit her wrists and the only reason why she had the opportunity to do so was because Maggie and I trusted Andrea to keep an eye on her but she hadn't and gave her the chance to do it. So I punched her after she tried to slap me after a petty insult on my part."

I steadily watch Rick as he presses a knuckle into his eye, sighing slightly "Alright. You need to apologize."

I narrow my eyes and state "She wasn't able to put her own feelings away to help a depressed teen, then when I confronted her she acted violently, it was my luck that I reacted first. She needs to grow up."