You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 67- Braids and Talks of The Past

Hello, if you have read my other book, thanks but I'm deleting it with the posting of this chapter

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I narrow my eyes at him and snap irritability "I'm not your daughter you basta-"

He rounds and I instinctively take a step back as he roars "YOU WONT SPEAK TO ME LIKE-"

A large figure called Daryl moved in front and yells "Stop that shit or imma shoot this bolt through your eye man."

I hear footsteps and I grab the plaid shirt of the man as my father says smoothly, the moods changing wildly making me have whiplash "You fucking my daughter man? I know she's always into older men, I mean, look at her body man. She's just asking-"

Daryl suddenly moves and a thud makes me flinch. He reaches around and pulls me in front, cupping my face as he harshly says "Get inside."

I glance at my father who writhes in the dirt before Daryl makes me look at him again, I hear the shuffles of the people trying to help them and nod.

I scurry inside and into the cells, being in here is better than with my father. I pass Alex without thought as he walks out to the others.

How easy it is to have my fears flip. Metal and coldness to the human equivalent.

Was he always this... bipolar? I don't remember him being nice to others and angry at me unless it was to stop the rape. How strange it is to call it that. How easy to admit in the face of evil. Of my dad.

Of the man that brought men into the house, he laid with my mother promising their child for money.

"Lucy?"

I glance through my tears at the blonde. Bethy.

I release a sob and watch as she opens her arms. I fall into her arms as the gates of tears are released. She shushes me and rubs my back as she slowly brings me into the cells. Whispering a song into my ear.

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As the outside door opens I press my back to the cold wall that's separating me and my father. The heavy footsteps of my father making me flinch at every step that grows louder and softer as he walks away. Laughing with his comrades.

Things being put down on the metal tables.

How is it so easy for him to not care? To beat his child, to let his friends whip her to an inch of my life. Goddamn it.

"We're moving back into our cell block."

Father jokes half-assed "Fuck off, John."

The Hispanic man spoke quickly "You know that's not my name Reid."

I hear Ricks metal heels click as he speaks in a cop voice, controlled and steady "You'll have to get your own."

As the Hispanic man continues to babble about how it's his and blah blah blah I suddenly hear my people make sounds of exclamation as they try to make things work.

I guess the man pulled a gun as I hear Daryl snarl "You could leave. Try your luck out on the road."

I close my eyes and peer at Beth as she makes a gruel. I rummage through my thigh bag as I pull a picture of Finn.

His hair reaching his shoulder, my mom took this one as I pulled back the top half of his hair to keep it out of his face. Making it look elvish with his strong facial features.

He was smiling back at me as he turned his head and it was obvious by my face that he was irritating me. My face red and my eyebrows furrowed.

I smile at it as Beth leans over me asking softly as to not grab the attention of the prisoners.