Let The Flames Begin [COMPLETE]

Part 21

Another chapter for you lovelies. I figured with how the last one ended, I shouldn't let you wait too long for this one. Here's some fluff to ease your wounds :') Let me know if you guys are still liking this story. I know there's a lot of angst, but I can't help myself. I haven't been called the Queen of Angst for nothing loooooool

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What kind of fresh hell was this bullshit? It was pure hell and then some and it was all his own doing. The silence in the truck was deafening and Daryl was gnawing at his thumb relentlessly. The girl hadn't spoken to him in the hour that had passed. Merle was the one sat next to him and his brother was more than pissed at him too. Merle had looked at the map, picked a route and now they were on their way to Atlanta. But Daryl was fighting the urge to just duck and dive out of the damn truck with the mess he had created. He had let his brain run away with him. Presuming she thought the worst of him after what Merle said, but she was adamant that wasn't the reason. He had no clue what the reason could be but he knew he believed her. He could see on her face she wasn't lying and it only made him feel worse. He didn't have any way to justify how he had treated her because she hadn't thought that about him in the first place. His stupid Dixon temper got the best of him yet again, and after lashing out, he ruined the only good thing he had in his miserable life. The one human on the fucking planet that ever made him feel worth something hated him now. He had been mean and cruel to her, purposely saying shit to hurt her. And why? Because he was embarrassed? Because he was bitter? Once again he had let his feelings override everything and they all turned into anger. He had no right taking it out on her like that, yet he had done it anyway because he was a fucking idiot.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now? How did he fix this, make it so she didn't look at him with that look? The one laced with hurt and disappointment. He couldn't stand her looking at him that way, he needed to make it right. He knew he would have to swallow his pride and talk to her once they had a moment alone. He would fucking grovel if he had to so she would forgive him. She had seen the worst side to him, the Dixon part that he loathed so much. The side he tried to keep under wraps because it made him feel so ashamed. She had been witness to that dark part of him and he wished he could turn back time and punch himself.

They'd made good time for now, they were currently going through Lumpkin County and hopefully, they'd be in Atlanta in no time if they carried on that way.

"Aw shit, pull over, gotta take a leak," Merle huffed, still in a mood with him. He bit his tongue at his tone or the fact he didn't want to stop. He just wanted to hurry the fuck up and get to Atlanta. They were still in a lot of woodland so he pulled up at the side of the road. Since Merle was sat in the middle, Daryl was going to get out to let him passed, but Charlene got there first. Opening her door and hopping out of the truck. For a brief moment he thought she might just go with Merle, but she didn't. She did however, stay outside the truck, clearly not wanting to be alone with him.

He knew this was it, it might be the only chance to speak to her without his brother there before they got to Atlanta and whatever awaited them there. He inhaled a deep breath as he opened his door. He fished out his smokes and lit one up, inhaling greedily like it might help the situation and calm his nerves. He was chewing his thumb with his spare hand as he walked over to the girl who was stood halfway between the trees and the truck. She was twirling her knife around in her hands as she paced casually.

"Can we talk?" Daryl asked warily, glancing at her through his lashes looking somewhat boyish. She stopped pacing, turning to face him as she scoffed.

"You've said enough, don't you think?" there is was again, the coldness to her voice he hated. He felt like he was drowning and she was the one holding his head under the water. He just needed to get it over with, rip it off like a goddamn band-aid. If she didn't wanna listen, then fine, she had every right not to after the shit he pulled. But at least then he could say he tried.