She was alive. That's the only thing that madders. I was happy. I kissed her than brushed it off. As if it was nothing. I couldn't stand it.
"Rick, Beth and I are going on a run." I told him. Beth's head shot up. She walked to me without a word. Than we were off.
"Beth." I said.
"What?" She asked.
"I umm wanted to apologize for what happened." I said.
"For what?" She asked.
"What happened. At the shack. Letting you go. I shouldn't have let you go. And I shouldn't have snapped. I'm sorry." I said.
"Daryl it's not your falut." She said.
"Yes it is." I said.
"I don't want to get in this fight again Daryl." It wasn't your fault what's done is done. That's the past. This is now. The present." She said intertwining our hands. The whole damb firework show was going on inside me. All she did was smile at me. What does it mean? Curse women and there fucking mixed signals. Does she like me? Or was it more? That's all that kept playing in my head. Humming brought me out of my trance. It was her humming. I smiled a bit. She was beautiful weather inside and out.
"Beth." I said grabbing her attention.
"What?" She asked in her sweet voice.
"I lov-." But I never got to finish that sentence. A gun was pointed to both our heads. "Well, well, well. What do we have hear?" A man in a officers uniform asked.
"Oh. I finally found you Bethy." He said. Who the fuck is this jackass. And what does he want with my Beth.
"Who the fuck are you?" I spit.
"Well. Bethy here didn't tell you? Aw what a shame." He said. With a smirk I wish I could wipe off his fucking face.
"No. Now who the fuck are you." I asked again.
"Well I'm the person who took her inoccence." He said. Right than Beth looked horrified.
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Wings are for Flying
Roman pour AdolescentsHe was the feeling of freedom I wanted. I knew I pushed his buttons. But I didn't care. He helped me. And I helped him. He made me soar.
