I woke up unable to see anything, as if my eyes were going to be pushed into the back of their sockets. The musty smell of dirt, alcohol, and smoke filled the air. My legs were cold, like I was sitting on concrete. And my arms were numb like I was chained to something.
"Where am I?"
I heard a low chuckle in front of me.
"Good mornin' ... Sweetheart," a raspy voice whispered in my ear.
The scarf around my eyes loosened allowing me to have a look around. Concrete flooring, pipes along the walls. I assume that's what I'm bound to. Across from me sat a man in a worn lawn chair.
"Who are you?" I asked. "Why am I here?"
The man stood up, a smirk from ear to ear and squeezed my chin between his fingers, bringing my face to his.
"You ever hear the phrase, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth... wife for a wife?"
"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow. He resembled Daryl a little bit, that's when it hit me. "Will? You're Daryl's father."
"Smart girl. Didn't think the little pansy had it in him."
"Why are you doing this? He didn't do anything wrong! He was only seven years old when it happened! He wasn't even home. Your wife was drunk, she passed out, and HER cigarette caught the house on fire! Daryl had nothin' to do with it! You already ruined his childhood, why can't you just let him be happy?"
"'Cause that's not how life works!" Will yelled finishing with a nice big kick to my stomach.
"Don't kick me there!" I screamed trying to protect my stomach, I remembered the handcuffs. "Please, not there."
"You pregnant or somethin'?"
I nodded. Will smirked, throwing yet another kick to my stomach making me cry out in bucket loads.
"UGH. SHUT UP!" Will growled retrieving a rag from his pocket holding it over my mouth. The liquid on the rag caused me to fall into a deep sleep.
